A CREEPY HOBBY I’m not going in there Michael said peering through the doorway Your room creeps me out He had the look of someone entering a House of Horrors Dylan rolled his eyes Quit being such a baby Nothing in here will bite you I’m not so sure Michael inched in a teeny bit but he stayed close to the door Seriously dude Dylan said we can’t do this homework if you’re standing out in the hall Why did Mrs Tottenham have to pick the biggest wimp in class to team with him on the history project Michael grimaced Why can’t we do it in your living room
Because my mom has the TV blaring And trust me she’s not going to turn off Dr Phil Michael shuffled all the way in and dropped his backpack to the floor He nodded toward Dylan’s posters and said How can you even sleep in here It looks like a graveyard Dylan took that as a compliment All of his posters contained epitaphs of people long dead They’re just grave rubbings Of tombstones Michael countered So what It’s my hobby A creepy hobby Michael said rubbing his arms like someone scrubbing away goose bumps You have to admit some of these are pretty great Dylan pointed out a few Here Lies the Body of Theodore Wake Instead of His Whip He Picked Up a Snake 1833 1891
Harriet Honey Too Sweet to Die So Young 1867 1887 Peter Durbin His Hiccups Are Cured at Last 1784 1848 How do you do it Michael asked Dylan shrugged It’s easy I just tape some paper to a headstone and rub it with a charcoal stick No I mean aren’t you scared Dylan threw back his head and laughed Scared of what They’re dead Michael These words are all they have left I don’t think they mind me borrowing them And besides they should be honored I put a lot of time and work into these posters Here’s my latest
