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“The Light of His World”

“The Light of His World”

The man with the cap showed up in the park without his dog one day. My friend thought that was simply curious, but I knew something horrible had happened. The light of his world, his dog, was dead.

We met the man everyday after that. He was always happy to see me and my friend, but the sadness crept back into his mind as soon as we parted. Meeting us was probably the bright spot of his day.

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“Creepy Enough for You?”

“Creepy Enough for You?”

The day after Sam’s birthday, a package was delivered to his apartment. Inside, he found a card and an old, leather-bound book. The card said, “Creepy enough for you? Love, Julie.” Ah, cousin Julie. This should be good!

The pages in the book seemed to have just a few, handwritten sentences at the top. He read a few.

Page 23. “Mrs Eva Donald read 5 pages, and then the introduction. Made her eat glass until dead.”

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