Visiting a wayward friend

I went to the castle for a visit. I knocked and no one answered. I knocked again. The door opened up mysteriously, like it does in movies, with no one on the other side. I went in and called out, “Hello, is anyone home?” My voice echoed. No one answered.

I walked up the long and foreboding staircase. There was no rail, so I leaned on the stone wall to be safe. I picked up a great deal of spider webs on my back and shoulder. I remember, a spider riding on my arm saying to me, “Really?”

When I got to the top of the stairs, I knocked on the oblong door. The door opened and I was greeted by the Frankenstein Monster, or as I like to call him, Burt. He was listening to his cassette Walkman. Burt said, “Brooks, I’m sorry. I forgot you were coming over.”

I said, “It’s not a problem, Burt. Can I come in?” Burt opened the door wide, and motioned me in. I went in and sat down in a bean bag chair. It was in bad shape because Burt sat in it a lot. He is large and dense. So I mostly landed on concrete and it hurt my butt. I didn’t let Burt know, but I could tell he knew.

Burt sprawled on the floor. Burt said, “If you can’t sit, splay the space.”