"There's been some pretty strange goin's on at that ole' mansion up there, 'avent ye
been 'earin'?"
"Matter o' factly I 'ave. Even been seein' that Taylor guy ridin' 'orseback from
there." Ray replies to 'his best pal' Ed. The two of them are on the drunk, sitting on
a small bench just outside of the bar they had been in. Both men are also staring at
the near finished house that lies up on the hill. "Sometimes even real late at night.
Two an' three in the morning. And 'e always 'as this other guy with 'em, but, I never
gets to see 'is face."
"Aye. People's been sayin' that's Taylor's partner with the shop they jus' opened in
town. The one that sells all that crazy witch bullshit." Ed rises up a bit, reaching
down to scratch one of his butt-cheeks. "Taylor an' his friend both live in that
mansion, eh. Somethin' tells me they a little on the queer side."
"Wouldn't surprise me. Taylor always did seem a little strange to me. Always been
feelin' like 'e was sizin' me up.. like 'e could eat me 'er somethin'.. 'ave ye ever
got that feelin' from 'im, Ed?" He trails off, remaining silent for a moment before
repeating himself. "Ed? Ever get that feelin'?" Ray reaches up to stifle a cough
before turning around to punch his friend. He never gets the chance. All he sees is
first the white gleaming teeth of the monster, then the splash of red that spews from
Ed's exposed neck and finally he is allowed the horrible experience that Ed had just
recieved.
Just another two bodies to identify in the morning..
-J.B-
Should have heard you calling my name..
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