You were lounging on the couch with the sorority girls, giggling and gossiping.

All was well, before…

One of them cracked a joke about your weight.

You felt your stomach SINK as almost everyone laughed and snickered, you’ve always been uncomfortable with people talking about THAT.

You got up to leave the room, your eyes glossy. Your friends CHORTLE behind you.

You retreated to your bedroom, climbing into bed to cry—

You’re interrupted by a phone call, from the old rotary phone on your nightstand.

You hesitantly answer—

Your thoughts are interrupted by…MOANING?!

“P-PIGGY! PRETTY PIGGY!”

“OH!~ TELL BILLY S-SOMETHING…”

“WHO’S THE SKANK THAT CALLED YOU FAT— I-I’LL KILL HER!”

“I’LL C-CUT HER INTO LITTLE P-PIECES…”

“N-NO ONE BADMOUTHS MY P-PIGGY!”

A man’s voice squeals, deranged moaning noises fill your ears.

It’s…The Moaner!