Tales of the Storage Space, Part 112

Imogene couldn’t stop giggling.

^URSunPC&proud:  But wait…there’s more!

WTFwasImogeneCoca:  ?

^URSunPC&proud:  “It” now so cray cray u can hear it screaming.

WTFwasImogeneCoca:  Hahaha.

^URSunPC&proud:  Blonde bitch gets hers cuz it called u pregnant.

A long, like really horrible moan interrupted.  Imogene knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t want to wake up.

WTFwasImogeneCoca:  U there?

Another moan.  Close.  Like in her room.

^URSunPC&proud:  I’ve always loved you.

WTFwasImogeneCoca:  ?

^URSunPC&proud:  I’ll always love you.

Mumbling.  Like in her room.  Imogene tried to ignore it, but could feel herself waking up despite herself.

WTFwasImogeneCoca:  Who R U?

^URSunPC&proud:  Your mother.

Imogene’s eyes snapped open, just as a drop of water from the leak in the ceiling hit the bridge of her nose, rolling both ways to cloud both her eyes.

“Were you dreaming about your mother?”

Like, it was an old person’s voice from the other bed in her room, all stiff and formal and all that cray cray shit.  Imogene smirked.  “That’s like not possible, because I never had a mother.”  She turned to look at the woman who’d like messed with her dreams, somehow getting all her cray cray shit in them, and realized she hated this gray, hairless monster even more than that blonde bitch down the hall.

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