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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.”

“Why not?”

“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.


“I did.”


“So, what if I kill you?”

“I’d kill you first.”

“Wanna see something really gross?”

I nodded.

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

08/7/2003 anonymous (3):
08/7/2003 anonymous (5):
08/8/2003 Will Disney (5): 450 words, huh?
08/8/2003 Jimson S. Sorghum (5): Very Clowesian.
09/9/2003 Texxx (5): this, my friends, is a great tale
01/12/2005 TheBuyer (5): 14 months is a long enough silence between votes, eh?
01/13/2005 scoop (5): I feels like two shorts slapped together unless I'm missing somehting but some good, weird stuff. Creative AND insightful!