Anthony

Anthony twerks under your bed an night, waiting for you to throw money his way. He waits in the shadows behind the doors in your house for you to sleep, then watches closely as your drift off into your dream. With only the sun as his oven, he bakes and eats live cockroaches and skins his neighbors toes for snacks.

“Anthony is stalking me again, somebody call the police.”

by Amazingperson1010101 May 27, 2021