One night, I was sleeping, when I woke up to the smell of something.  It was
awful.  I immediately recognized the smell.  Gingerbread men!  As I running
for the toilet, where I could puke out the chocolate chip cookies I ate the
day before, I saw it.  It was huge, ugly, and green.  It grabbed me by the
back of the neck and tried to strangle me, and I barfed on it.  I'm telling
you, the smell of this barf was better than the smell of the Gingerbread man.
The "cookie" seemed to react strangely to the vomit.  It seemed to curl up and
disolve away.  Well, I went back to bed, and all night long I was dreaming of
these "men-cooikes".   Then next day, I walked to *Heather's house and I saw
it again.  It was another man.  He chased me down the street and shoved me
through the big window in the front of the house, where I lie, bleeding to
death.  By the time the ambulance was there, it was too late.  The little man
had gotten his revenge.  He ate my head.  




*Names changed to protect the identity.