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The street looked dirty and there weren’t many people out. The few I saw looked like drug addicts or nut cases. They stared at me. I needed a shave, so I stopped into a barbershop on the corner. The barber was a haggard old man in a bloody apron, but he had strange smile on his face.
“I need a shave.”
“I can’t shave that.”
“Take a look in the mirror.”
He held up a filthy cracked mirror and I realized that my beard was made of bees. When they noticed I was watching, they flew away. But then the barber was mad because I had brought all these bees into his shop, so he threw me out.
It was getting dark and started to rain. I turned down a little side street I had never seen before, but suddenly it seemed familiar. I used work somewhere nearby. I ran to the end of the block, trying to find the building, but it didn’t seem quite right. In the middle of the sidewalk, there was a staircase leading down. I didn’t remember any subway stations in that part of town. Then I realized it; I didn’t ever work near here, I went to school here. This was the back of East Humford Junior High. These steps led down to the back hallway, near the science rooms. I went downstairs, but it was completely black, so I fell. It had been raining for a while so the bottom of the stairs was flooded and I was soaked. I pushed forward and opened a door. Inside the hallway was dimly lit. I walked toward Mr. Chomsen’s class and looked in the window. I thought I saw something move inside, so I opened the door. There was a kid sitting on the table, shaking a small cardboard box. He looked annoyed that I had interrupted him.
“Did you ever kill a kid?” he asked.
“So, what if I kill you?”
“I’d kill you first.”
“Wanna see something really gross?”
He held up the box and I looked inside. It was just a moldy old sandwich. Then I caught the smells and I gagged. The kid started laughing and I felt like I was going to be sick. I fell to the floor and threw up all over myself. As I was retching on all fours, he must have kicked me in the head.
I guess I was out for a while, because when I woke up it was light outside. My pants were gone and so was my wallet. It must be Saturday, I thought, or else the kids would be here.
Date Written: August 07, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4.6667