No. 581

“Teeth,” said Aubry Simmonds. “It had lots and lots of teeth.”

She clutched her pillow closer, and shuffled toward the middle of her bed.

“That’s all you’ve noticed so far? You told me it’s been haunting you for a month!” replied Dana Burnham, Aubry’s best friend. Dana leaned back into the chair in the corner of the room. “You have got to be more specific!”

“They’re what stand out,” Aubry insisted. “But the rest is freaky, and huge, and gross.”

Penhaul, the demon, watched from behind the closet doors. He used one clawed-hand to cover his mouth. Then he slowly wrapped his wings around himself and curled up into a ball. It wasn’t his fault he was freaky and huge and gross, and he’d always felt self-conscious about the amount of teeth he had.

“Why do you think it picked you?” Penhaul heard Dana say from the other side of the doors.

“I have no idea,” said Aubry. “I’m getting really tired of it. I really wish it would just got back to Hell, or wherever, and leave me alone.”

Penhaul sniffled, and struggled to hold back tears.

“What was that?” asked Aubry. “It’s back. Sounds like it’s in the closet! You’ll see about the teeth.”

Penhaul heard the girls get up and run toward his hideout. He closed his eyes, and vanished in a puff of oily smoke.

“Ew. What is that smell?” said Dana.

“That’s him. It was totally here,” said Aubry.

“This stink is going to be hard to get out of your clothes,” Dana observed. She knelt down and picked up a piece of paper.

“What’s that?” asked Aubry.

“Looks like a note,” Dana replied. She flattened the paper out and began to read it. Then she burst out laughing and handed it to Aubry. “It’s a love letter from your boyfriend,” she managed to get out.

Aubry read the letter.

“Deer Awbree. My name is Penhaul. I am sory that I scare yu. I am sory abowt my teeth. I like yu a lot. Do yu want to wach a movee with me? Frum Penhaul.”

Aubry looked at Dana. “This makes me the bad guy, doesn’t it?”

Dana started laughing again.