The Willies
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.