Actually wrote this while drinking...can't believe it came out comprehensible.
By Michelle Nielsen
Beth heard Harold in the bathroom, the sound unmistakable. She sighed, resolute now.
So much they had gone through to rid him of that horrible curse. Finally hunting down and killing the thing that caused it was a small mercy. Yet those few things remained unchanged.
They had to get rid of the family dog for its own sake, Harold's presence drove it mad. He still shed like fifty longhaired dachshunds, but she could live with that. It was the damned drinking from the toilet that would drive her to divorce.