As I searched for the Omnomnomion (a prop for a mystery party weekend my friends and I do once a year), I began to doubt the practicality of a game wherein the first step is to hide the box with the rules on it.

I did find it in the end, on a shelf rather; but not before I found my copy of the Necronomicon. I own a paperback copy of the Nerconomicon because I was at this pagan pride day, and I saw a box of old books free to a good home. I leafed through it, not expecting to find anything because I don't do as much reading as my mother (honestly, that isn't saying anything at all. Our house is insulated in books, she only pauses in reading to talk about what she's read.); but I noticed a paperback copy of the Nerconomicon. So I was like, "Hey! Free Nerconomicon!" and took it. Then, of course, it occurred to me, given that my mother is such a bibliophile, particularly interested in the esoteric, occult, and fantasy, there's a good chance we already had a copy in the house. And honestly, what on earth would someone do with two Nerconomicons?
So I asked her if we had a copy of the Nerconomicon, and she replied that she did have one, when she was about my age. College age, when she met father or thereabouts, certainly before she started having children. But no, she did not have a copy currently, because she had burnt her old one. I thought, "Ah, in the house fire!" and she said no, she intentionally burnt it.
She never did explain why she burnt it. That's actually kind of odd, now that I think about it. The woman loves books, as I said. Ah well, maybe I'll take my copy up to Maine this year, with the murder mystery game. We're a group of college-age and a bit older women, one of us will find it funny.

The more I try and make this sound normal, the less normal it sounds... but every word of this is true. I've posted this on tumblr now, let's see how fast it gets reblogged with people commenting "bollocks" and "if you were going for creepypasta, you should have gone scarier"