Kid Nappings on Waverly Street by Dean Kuch |
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I smell them; their repugnant odor seeps beneath the bathroom door. This barrier is the only thing keeping them from taking me on some hell-bent ride to God knows where. Oh, the sounds they're making. It's enough to make the hairs on the back of anyone's neck stand at attention. I know exactly why I'm here. That's what terrifies me most. There... sh-h-h-h-h-h-h, please...be quiet. Maybe if I listen closely, I'll be able to ascertain what they're up to. Maybe it'll buy me enough time to plan my escape. Hear that? The screaming has stopped; it's quiet now — too quiet. They're planning something despicably evil to get me; I can feel it. Ten-thirty in the evening. Someone should have been back here to rescue me by now. The ladies got out just in time, right before the fecal matter hit the proverbial rotating blades. They've been gone long enough to bring back reinforcements. Where are they? Why have they abandoned me? I want to go home... Why hadn't I grabbed my cell before I ran in here? I could have called for help. If I were dirt, I'd be about an acre. Whu...? Glass! That's glass breaking! I knew it, they're planning to do me in. It...it sounds like it's coming from the far wall, over where... I'm going out there now. Quietly...oh, so quietly... Where are they? Oh, thank goodness, it wasn't the scotch they'd gotten into. The Smirnoff and a few tumblers busted. Nothing too serious. The bedroom, I can see them in the bedroom! I should have known this was coming. “Hey, honey. Everything go okay? You look a little pale...”
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