I wrote about the Indiana Toilet Monster in 2008 and I decided to republish it for Fandango’s Flashback Friday to honor the brave souls her brought about Toilet Paper Scare of 2020. These curious Souls who were told their lives were in danger from an unknown strain of Covid and collectively they decided toilet paper….TOILET PAPER would save us all, so they ran out and bought as much of it as they could and caused a shortage of, yes.
Let’s get to it:
The Indiana Toilet Monster
First published in 2008
The toilet monster is a girl named Carmen who was pushed down into a sewer by her classmates and died. Carmen Whitehead lived in Indiana, so the story goes- and for some reason it’s important to mention that so I did.
Okay…back to the story.
So shortly after Carmen meets her death in the Sewer this post shows up at MySpace:
If you don’t repost this saying:
They Pushed Her Down The Sewer
Carmen will get you…
To fill you in, Carmen from Indiana will come up from your Shower or Toilet and drag you down to where she is in the sewers and then she’ll kill you.
I think it would be way more efficient to kill you first, chop you up into bite size pieces and then flush you down the toilet.
I did however enjoy this story with it’s murder teeny tiny murder planning flaw because I can’t help but to wonder how many of you will think about Carmen The Indiana Toilet Monster the next time you visit the smallest room in the house.
I think that’s pretty darn funny.
Urban Legends…. they are more then amusing stories they are the gift that keeps on giving.
This is a short note to say that I have received a book that you donated to the Goodwill.
It’s funny because according to the inscription, your Grandmother and Grandad gave it to you on May 16, 2013 and nine years later, almost to the date I received it in the mail.
You will be glad to know that the book was in excellent condition. In fact the spine hadn’t been cracked yet. The pages weren’t folded or creased. In fact, it looks brand new considering it’s age. Your Grandmother’s handwritten inscription gifting it to you on your BIRTHDAY in ink was very sweet and it looked like she had just written it yesterday.
I should not to be judgy here.
Maybe you said thank you and kept it on your bookshelf- and when you saw it you thought fondly of them. Maybe you even wrote her a thank you card. Maybe you died and never read it. Maybe your Grandparents weren’t nice people and the gift meant nothing to you.
But as I consider these things, I think about my own Granddaughter’s bookshelf.
On the top shelf are a collection of books from her Great Grandparents to her Father ( my son ). Some are beautifully illustrated hardbacks, some are those little cardboard books that toddlers chew and sometimes sleep with. Others are just picture books that have seen better days.
Most of them have little messages from her Great Grandfathers that have passed on, other’s have little messages from her Great Grandmothers. I think that one day when she looks at them those signatures will tell her a little story too.
I’ll just say this,
I felt a little sad when I saw the story your book told. But it gave me a little to think about and as a writer moments like this are my bread and butter.That’s why I’m not going to remove or cover up the inscription after I’ve read it and added it to my library.