My Curse

I am Tony Bamanaboni. This is my story. It started when I was 8, and I can vividly remember the night it first happened. Mother had just come into my room to tuck me in and kiss me good-night. Something felt off, but I paid it no mind. She left the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind her. The room was silent, and the air was still. I slowly drifted off into a slumber, dreaming of unicorns, cotton candy, and whatever else 8-year-old children dream of. I was suddenly awoken by an acrid smell pervading the air in my room. My body felt lighter, but I could swear the texture of the mattress had changed. Then, I tried to move. Something warm fell out of my pant leg and onto the floor. An alien lifeform, or a manifestation of a demon? No, something much worse. I looked down at the floor. I had shit myself. I'm not sure what came over me then, but I screamed and began crying. Mother reentered the room, flicking on the lights. She saw the pile of feces on the floor and began swearing under her breath. I was grounded the next day. This has been going on for years. I'm 17 now, and every other night at around 10:00PM I shit my pants. This is my curse.

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