The creature's name was Despair but everybody

The creature's name was Despair but everybody in the neighborhood called her Felicia. They treated her like any other around the way girl. They didn't want her around unless they w

ay far away. She looked human but as a despair demon she brought sadness everywhere she went. She put in for a transfer job in hell. "Felicia darling you can't be a succubus."

about her uncle Frank and his fortune built on extracting mineral oil, but Felicia was too enthralled by the demonette life to listen to common sense. When it was time to enroll

to vote, Felicia called up her uncle to ask for his advice. "Uncle Frank," she began. "Hang on love," he said, "I just gotta pull off the highw- AAAAH!" Felicia heard a deafening

cacophony of screams, followed by an ungodly crunch of twisted metal meeting concrete. Then silence. "Uncle Frank!" Felicia cried. Dropping her phone, she ran in blind horror to th

-e Old Folks Home to see if Uncle Frank was all right. Sure enough, he had just rammed his wheelchair into the fountain in the lobby. "Who put this fountain here? I'll sue!" he

spat. He spat alright. His dentures clattered across the floor, where chubby Lizzy Farkus bent down (awkwardly) to retrieve them. "Oh looky what I found!" & she stuck them in her

mouth and spat it out again. This time Mizzy Garkus bent down to retrieve them. She let out an evil laugh. "Hear me, Lizzy Farkus. Spit out once, fool me twice". Lizzy Farkus

screamed as she felt her body melting into the pavement and sinking into oblivion. She had messed with her sister's toys, and no one who does that gets out alive.