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Showering at The Bates Motel

I'm taking a shower at the Bates Motel. Through the shower curtain, I can see a form moving toward me. "Who's there?" I scream.

"Mother Bates," a cackling woman's voice says.

"Do you have a big nasty knife?"

"Yep."

"Is it real sharp?"

"Incredibly."

"Let's see," I say, pulling open the shower curtain.

She hands me a nasty-looking butcher knife. She's right. The blade couldn't be sharper.

"Wanna change places?" I ask.

"Sure," she says, stepping into the shower.

I slash her, Norman her loony son, the entire cast, crew, and Alfred Hitchcock. I never saw so much blood. Too bad I'm not a vampire.

While you've been reading this, I've been hacking your computer. Now I know who you are, and where you live. I just took your picture with a camera hidden inside the period at the end this sentence.

Make my day. Leave all your doors open whenever you shower.

Story by:

Michael A. Kechula

m.kechula@att.net

submitted at 7:18pm

23 September 2010