OUTSIDE INTERESTS

Between

Word Count 100 (99)

The bears ate my dog but that’s not why I was running. The man in the bowler handed me a baby and pointed towards the hill. You don’t ask questions of dead men, you just take their moldy infants and run. I could ditch the baby and buy another dog, but the house… The house is singing to me. I smell the rot and the blood and the front door gapes like a raw maw and in my arms, two little sticks reach from a bundle of rags. I think I want to take my chances with the bears. 

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22 More Quick Shivers from the DailyNightmare.com: Volume Two
DailyNightmare.com, 2014, Print
Based on Nightmare #151
© 2014 MontiLee Stormer
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