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The next time he went it was so dark, the slither of moon totally lost behind foreboding grey cloud. Up the winding driveway to the graveyard, the man pushed a wheelbarrow. It clattered and rattled, filled as it was with a shovel, rope, a crowbar, a saw, pliers, piano wire, a machete, a sledge-hammer and an electric drill.
He might not get to hear the bastard actually scream, but one way or another he was going to have his revenge.
Parts one, two and three were published earlier this week.
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Published on October 12, 2017 06:00