I don't have a face.

I don't have a face.

...because of the accident...the one YOU caused, remember? It was YOUR fault. You said our experiment wasn't dangerous. But you LIED. And now I am going to HAUNT you forever.

The speaker manifold vibrated with disgust. I knew it was my fault: the brain of my wife in a jar. I had to make it up to her. All I needed was a body. I clicked on Craig's List.

And, of course got distracted by the sexual want ads on Craigslist. I really took my time reading through this torrid bio of a bi curious janitor. My wife's brain got really jealou

s. The tub it was in started to heat up. An alarm sounded & I changed her brains spinal fluid, & adjusted the mirror so her eyes floating like two eggs sunny side up couldn't see

the tanks with her various body parts in them. You see, I'm a literal minded kind of guy so when she said "I love you to bits" I didn't need further encouragement. As long as her b

its stayed in the tanks where they belonged, everything would be fine. But of course this is not what happened. At the stroke of midnight, I felt her detached hand touch my face. I

begged her to teach me magic. She agreed. But only on one condition. I was to prove the existence of every myth and supernatural creature on this planet.

I proved Bigfoot, & the Chupacabra existed, reptiles ran the US government, it took 7 years to digest a piece of gum, you could kill someone by dropping a penny from a skysc