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Tales from the Hole #4 Fear #4

I am not afraid of liver and onions (with catsup), however. I often go the Overlook Restaurant off Interstate: order a senior portion of the aforementioned gastronomical delights and,  quite literally, eat the whole thing!

Bet you can’t say that.

Sissy.

Raw Materials

When his purposes (at my tender age I could only guess what they were) were fulfilled, my “lesson” was over. He took me back to the campfire where I sat in the shadows, too terrified to speak. It was some 30 or 40 years before I uttered my first words about the incident to another human being. I was 60 years old before I felt any anger at what was done to me by the teen vampire who has lapped up so much of my life…

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