Episode NotesPenn is an ex-con and he needs a job, but on one fateful night he gets more than he bargained for when a maniac wants his SKIN! And that's before we even get to the monster...The Worm Has Turned by David O’HanlonMusic by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscription:Penn scratched at the burgundy paint of the park’s picnic table with his thumbnail. He hated waiting almost as much as he hated being broke. Unfortunately for him, waiting was the only way his bills were getting paid. Penn’s employment history consisted entirely of community service and eight years on a prison farm. Car jacking and armed robbery didn’t look great under the ‘special skills’ portion of his resume. So, he waited.“Hi,” a tiny voice squeaked beside him. “I’m Ed.”Penn looked over at the boy who had slipped onto the bench beside him. He was scrawny, with oversized glasses and a shaggy mop of brown hair that filled the space between the lens and his eyes. His shirt was striped intentionally with horizontal bars of color—and unintentionally with vertical runs of ketchup. The offending condiment was drying around his mouth where it seemed to break away into the constellations of freckles that covered his entire face. Penn sighed. There was no way this kid had any friends to go bother instead.“You don’t look like an Ed,” Penn said. “Here with your folks?”“Nope,” Ed replied. He stared up at Penn, clearly not intending on giving up more information. “What’s your name, mister?”“Everyone calls me Penn.” Penn hadn’t meant to answer, but part of him felt the need to give the kid a break. Life clearly wasn’t. “Shouldn’t you be playing? The swings look fun,” he suggested.“I’m allergic to just about everything and I have basically no immune system.” Ed shrugged his narrow shoulders. “The swings give me motion sickness, anyways.” “Then why are you at the park?”“Got nowhere else to be. Mom says her cats are allergic to me too and that I should give them a break. What about you?” Ed scooped the hair to the outside of the glasses so he could see a little better. “You’re too old for swings.”“First of all, no one is too old for swings.” Penn held up two fingers. “Secondly, I’m working.”Ed nodded sagely. “What job has you sit in a park?”“The kind that requires solitude.”“Oh,” Ed sighed. “I’d be really good at that job.”“Jesus Christ, kid.” Penn pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve seen Lifetime movies that were less depressing than you are. Do you want some food?”“Just had three hot dogs,” Ed chirped happily.Penn looked the frail little boy over suspiciously. “Where’d you put them, in your pockets?” “I have a really high metabolism. I can’t gain weight.” Ed’s face soured then perked back up. “It’s kind of nice because I could eat all the ice cream I wanted if I wasn’t lactose intolerant.”Penn’s eyes rolled on their own. “Of course you are. Is there anything you don’t have wrong with you?”“It’s probably safe to say I don’t have gigantism.” Ed snickered.Penn’s stone face cracked and he busted out laughing. He patted Ed on the shoulder. “Well done, kid.”Ed poked Penn’s right forearm. “That’s a neat tattoo. Does it mean something?”Penn glanced at the arabesque design whose floral pattern twisted from the back of his hand to just past his elbow with a lion-like creature roaring in the center. “Yeah. It’s Burmese. That’s where my grandmother was from. She raised me, so I did this to remember her. She had an amulet with the same symbol that she wore everywhere. She said it was magic and protected her from evil.”“That’s nifty. Do you believe in magic?” “Not particularly. You?”“Of course.” Ed took a bag of gummi worms from his cargo pants and set them on t