When you’re creeping around in someone’s home at night uninvited, there’s a word for it: Creeper.
~ V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
Now, we must get something out in front and corrected immediately: Just because this professor was creeping, it does not make him either creepy or a creeper.
Niceness. And moving on.
The two fellows were obviously trying to be silent as they made their way up the stairs.
This professor followed along, as silent as a worm’s battle-cry.
The Announcement Party Guests were all about gone. In a few huffs, too, since the announcement from Prince Beef was so short and there was no dessert.
Now, upstairs, it was completely dark and black. You couldn’t see to see, you know, you know…
Once at the top of the stairs, the two fellows veered off to the right, and stopped in front of a door.
They opened the door and went inside. One of them clicked on a flashlight, too.
This put the professor in a deadly, dadblaming position. I couldn’t go in, or the fellows would see me, and my spying gig would be busted.
I could stay out in the hallway…but I risked being seen by whoever came up the stairs. If they came up the stairs. From experience, I find Mr. or Mrs. Whoever to be rather inconsistent, you better know.
A real humdinger.
I decided to go in.
“Bud,” Parker said, “why are you following us?”
“Yeah,” Schwarz said. “I mean…why? I really don’t know.”
“Well, look here,” I began, “I was coming up to use the bathroom and–”
“Nah,” Schwarz said, shaking his head, “I don’t believe you…even a little bit.”
But there was not more time for words.
At that minute, voices could be heard approaching. A few Mr. or Mrs. Whoevers were coming our way.
Schwarz, Parker, and I all hid in the room as fast as we could.
And we did it just in time, too.
Right before the lights clicked on.