Growing up, we stayed at our Nana and Pa’s regularly. Every time, without fail, after lying in bed for a few minutes a strange silhouette would appear in the doorframe with their arms outstretched. The zombie-like figure would lurch forward and groan abhorrently: “I’m NOT your PA!!!” The three brothers were suitably distressed and screamed for hours.
The question still remains though… if it wasn’t our Pa, who the hell was it?