The Willies

Verne Ross

Abstract


In the early part of a cold winter morning I woke up needing to “pee.”  Sleepily I tried to convince myself that I could wait it out, but once I started to squirm around under my covers I knew I would have to get up.  It was bad enough the house I was living in had an eerie presence, or so I thought, the house did not have an inside toilet.  Instead you had to go outside to a little house called an outhouse where you went to pee.  That was the part I hated the most.


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