hi, you're probably thinking this is a troll account. you're probably laughing at the thought of some random account dedicated to snuffleupagus following you.
i'm here to tell you, please do not laugh. every thing i'm about to write down is the truth and only the truth.
please, hear me out.
it all started june 6th, 2006.
the day my friend, stephanie and i (karen)
watched sesame street.
ill never forget how the day started. it was raining hard, and stephanie had slept over at my house that night. we both woke up at 6 pm despite going to bed at 9 pm.
she turned on the tv.
the first thing we saw was sesame street. we were watching tv before we went to bed, but we weren't watching any of the channels the kid shows appeared on. and stephanie was absolutely not amused by what we saw on the tv.
mister snuffleupagus.
his big brown furry, elephant-like body (with no ears may i add). his hot cheeto red mouth, and his big black eyes.
he was with big bird, of course. he was always with big bird because it seems as if he was too big to be with anybody else in sesame street. after 10 minutes of watching snuffle and big bird, stephanie spoke. "do you see it too? do you see what im seeing?" she said while shivering, her arms around her cold body. "do you see the intestine eyelashes too? his blood red eyes? the black.. slowly dripping from his mouth?"
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what she described had frightened me. it mightve been because i couldnt see what she was seeing, humanities greatest fear is of the unknown perhaps.
but stephanie started to cry. she started to curl up into a ball and cry. her plate of pasta from yesterday was cold. and if theres something you need to know about stephanie, its that she has never eaten unintentionally cold food in her whole life.
she picked up the plate.
this was random to me. it didnt make sense. why would she go and throw away her pasta? out of fear? out of sadness? why? why? why? these thoughts roamed my head at the time.
until
stephanie started scarfing down the pasta. the tomato sauce smearing all over her face, despite it being pretty dried up for the most part.
"karen," she said. in a voice youd hear in a scary film.
