nexttuesday

So there was this Princess and she was stark raving mad. No one ever wanted to talk to her cuz she was always stomping around, screaming obscenities, while pulling out her long knotted hair. They would stare at her though. Keeping their distance they would stand and stare as she stomped, screamed, and pulled. Peoples morbid fascination with her insanity was sickening. They never knew how sick their fascination made them though, so they kept looking. Their stares made her crazier, their stares egged her on, on and on she would go and she couldn't stop cuz they wouldnt stop looking. Her only peace was at night, when everyone was sleeping, she would break into their houses and hide in their closets. She would stare at them through the slats on their closet doors and she would whisper vile things in hopes her words would reach their ears and seep into their dreams. Her sweetest revenge, their sleeping terror replacing her ever wakeful horror.