The Old Hag on Elm Street

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Those good for nothing teenagers should know better the next time they trash the deck of my Ottawa home. Decks in Ottawa, or at least in our side of town, are well-made and stylish if I may so myself. So you can only imagine my fury waking up one morning to see the mess made by the gangsters. Toilet paper – used for that matter – and rotten eggs all over, absolutely nothing was spared. It was the worst our neighborhood had ever seen, or so my snooty neighbors claim. Now that I’ve had the most expensive electric fence installation in Ottawa, let’s just see if those eggheads even dare to come near my house lest they experience a shock of a lifetime – literally.

Maybe it took that disastrous incident for me to realize the fence in my Ottawa home wasn’t good enough to keep people away. Of all the types of fences in Ottawa, barbed wire was my top choice thinking it screamed “stay away”. Apparently the mindless gang was determined to challenge my patience. Mind you, the egging and toilet-papering incident wasn’t the first; I’ve had one too many encounters with the annoying bunch in the past. It was as though my house had flashing neon signs saying “trash me” or “Come over, gangsters!” – like I was the perfect target for pranksters from all over.

They call me names, though nothing really gets to me. Hermit, Phantom, Old Hag, The Beast, The Nightmare on Elm Street – our street had indeed the same name as that of the famous horror film. I’m not sure how or when this started, but I’m pretty sure that little pesky girl had something to do with it. You see the girl’s pet cat wandered around and somehow ended in my deck – and caused major damage at some point. The cat must have choked on of the cactus plants that adorned the front deck and died – obviously, what with the prickly pins and needles on the plant’s surface. Word spread that I killed the girl’s innocent pet – viciously for that matter. Really, was it my fault that the cat wasn’t well cared for and was allowed to wander about the place? So I had barbed wire installed so that unfortunate incident won’t happen again. Since then I made it a point not to distance myself from the rest of the judgmental community. I became known as the old hag of Elm Street.

Clearly the odd one in the neighborhood, I became an easy target for rambunctious children and ill-disciplined teens alike. The leader of the notorious egging gang happened to be the older – ironically, more immature – brother of the little girl (with a dead cat for a pet). You pretty much know why they were hell bent on messing up my house. And you can tell why I had to have an electric fence to guard my humble abode.

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