Nazbitt

Hey everyone. Been so uber busy with moving and junk - I live in Kentucky now. Crap, what?
Anyway, story time. Let me tell you about good ol' Nazbitt.
When I lived in Wisconsin (a very weird time in my life to begin with - very strange place) there was this old man with a funny widow's peak that lived in our neighborhood that my friend and I were always cautious of. You know, funny thing is, I don't remember this friend of mine very well.. her name, her face.. but I certainly remember Nazbitt. Nazbitt would always be outside around his Townhome, and would watch my friend and I with that expression: his lips always parted, sunken eyes beady.. and his forehead was huge. But the strangest thing was his ears! I swear, they were like little gremlin ears, all pointed and everything. Even if we were both scared shitless of him, because he always tried to talk to us, say things like 'how you girls doin? havin fun today?'-- we kept returning to where he lived to have a look at his ears. My friend told her mom about him and she, like a paranoid parent, went on this rant about sexual predators and how we should be careful and should never go around his home anymore, or he'll rape us and do horrible things to us. I was so terrified: especially as a young girl, since 'sexual predators' were something that was shoved into our brains since a young age. At least for me. After that I had terrible dreams about Nazbitt for years. He was worse than the idea of a 'boogeyman' to me - and hell, I still have small fears about a creature living in my closet, but damn, Nazbitt was the icing on the cake as a child.

If only I could have a normal childhood fear, like, oh, I don't know.. mutant cabbage, or something.

But who knows. He could very well be just a harmless old man with elf-esque ears. Or that perv from Family Guy.

..wow, long winded. Sorry!