Bad Things to Bad People

by THX 0477

Why do these things keep happening to me? What did I ever do, aside from the three felonies, habitual drinking to excess, and occasional drug binge. I’m not a bad person.
On second thought, I am, but I was raised that way. Now where’s the door.
“Excuse me.” Sheesh, why did I just say excuse me to a dead guy? He doesn’t care. Oh sure, people always prattle on and on about respecting the dead, but that doesn’t mean I have to mind my P’s and Q’s. I just need out of this room.
Here’s the door, but why is the darn thing locked? Who would lock me in a room full of dead people? That’s just sick and twisted, and I should know. I have three diagnoses. Maybe this guy has the key. No point asking, I might as well search.
“Pardon me.” I have got to stop saying that! People will think I’m crazy or something. Yes, a key! Maybe things will turn around now. Yeah, I can feel it. The key even works in the door.
Sheesh, it’s bright out here and noisy too. Where am I? And why am I naked?

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

  1. Bad Things to Bad People

    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I think he’s a.. dead. great story well written and funny

  2. Bad Things to Bad People

    Alexa ♥'s Buddy Icon Alexa ♥

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Very funny. I love the being polite to the dead.

  3. Bad Things to Bad People

    Kiarra's Buddy Icon Kiarra

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    very interesting, I wanna know why he’s there and nake too

  4. Bad Things to Bad People

    ItsNotEasy_BeingGreen's Buddy Icon ItsNotEasy_BeingGreen

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    “I’m not a bad person.

    On second thought, I am, but I was raised that way.”

    Ha ha ha.

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