And then, in the creepiest voice I think I’ve ever heard, a voice that will haunt me in my dreams until the day I die, she says, “Come out, come out wherever you are. We’re ready to play with you.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout and then shake her off me. “Jesus Christ, Scottie, it’s probably just a smoke detector needing a new battery.” She lets that process for a second and then stands taller. “Huh, you know, I never thought about that.” “No, instead, you go right to trying to beat someone with a ten-pound dildo.”
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