He looked around and shivered. The sky was beginning to darken, although it wasn’t that late, and the air had grown chilly.
There was nothing for him to do but go home, but he couldn’t. To that spare, empty house, made even emptier now Grandfather was gone?
No. He’d stop at Donnelly’s and have a drink or two, in memory of his beloved grandfather.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to begin planning to find that monster.
And when he did, he’d destroy it so horrifically it would wish it had never been born.
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Larry Donnelly
It was Halloween, and what an all-around fabulous day!
Larry Donnelly, owner and night bartender of Donnelly’s Pub, was a big fan of the holiday. He had a humongous rubber ghoul hanging from the ceiling, the cutout of a witch on the door to the ladies’ room and a
