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A dude in rags was curled up on a crypt, snoring like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Sherman climbed onto the crypt while I held the flashlight and slapped the guy awake.
Guess Sherman knew him.
Pat sat up, swaying back and forth.
Sherman told me later that Pat and Chip were on again, off again lovers who fought each other more than Bloods and Crips. Chip was always tripping and kicking Pat out for shit.
After Pat jumped down and shuffled into the swirling mist, Sherman took me back to the
I gathered my cleaning supplies and started to leave, but Sherman stopped me.
"What?"
I blinked.
Okay. Real funny, Sherman.
Shooting my fearless leader a salute, I went off into the night, my bucket swinging like a happy
Anyway, my black ass cleaned about fifty headstones. I only broke to take a leak and to eat my lunch in the
I thought it was cool so I took it and slipped it into my pocket. I put my supplies away, went home, and fell asleep. When I woke that afternoon, it was to the sight of my bedroom in total disarray. Drawers were pulled out, clothes were heaped on the floor, and all my shit was scattered around like I got robbed.
Still there.
In fact, all my expensive shit was where it was supposed to be.I looked for signs of forced entry but
Like a ghost.
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Must be seeing shit.
I opened the fridge to get a cold drink, and, no shit, Big Worm from Friday was in there, only it was just his head and not his body. He looked around, sniffed the air, and looked me dead in the eye.
Screaming like a bitch, I slammed the door and fell back against the counter.
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A white bitch stood there.
And when I say white bitch, I
Then its black, gaping mouth and eyes opened and it let out a blood-chilling wail. I screamed and tried to run, but without warning, the house began to shake. Framed pictures fell from the walls, my dresser tipped over, my bong spilled water all over the floor.
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Terrible screams emanated from the hole and spirits appeared everywhere, laughing at me.
Fuck, man, take it.
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Suddenly, everything was back to normal.
The next night, I came into the
A look of recognition flickered across his face.
I hugged myself against a chill only I could feel.
Sherman shook his head.
He grinned.
Then he disappeared.
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