Deceased Cumbath

I have a vivid memory of the time I rented a room and settled in. Unfortunately, the people I was sharing the space with were incredibly disrespectful towards me, even going as far as mentioning the passing of their own mother. Instead of stooping to their level, I found a different way to express my frustration. Every night for several months, I engaged in personal activities that brought me pleasure, while discreetly ensuring that the room was affected by my actions. I must admit, it was a rather unconventional way to retaliate, considering the room held sentimental value for them as their late mother used to sleep there. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that they would have to deal with the consequences of their rudeness. As a result, the room now carries an unpleasant odor, reminiscent of something musty and fishy. I can only hope that they learned their lesson after having to replace the entire bedding set. It serves as a reminder of the consequences one may face when they choose to mess with the wrong person. written by AfterDeath_XXX