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“If you can think of anything more terrifying than that happening to you in the middle
of the night, then let’s hear about it.”
— Roald Dahl, The BFG
Daddy Long-Legs
Even when being pursued by a coterie of
never ran. The Weirdling advanced confid Camarilla par tisans, Nathaniel McCabe
He needed to remain focused on everything ently, in long strides befitting his stature.
check his trail, the neighborhood, and his app he knew about his trackers. He stopped to
and adjusting the brim of his hat, he app earance in a reflection. Popping his collar
out from behind a cloud, he knocked the doo roached a nearby house. As the moon peered
r with a signet-ringed finger.
Without pause, he made eye contact with the
pitiable man opening the door, his black
orbs penetrating his victim’s wavering pup
this gun at anyone fixin’ to follow.” His voi ils. “Permit me enter, stand vigil, and fire
ce lisped through fangs in a tuneful accent
and didn’t await a response as he jammed his
der ringer into the man’s sweating palms , .
Nathaniel took the stairs four at a time. Th
peril. A disheveled woman bursting from e gunfire downstairs signaled imminent
short shrift, as with the flick of Nathaniel’s a bedroom with a pistol in hand was given
wrist a burst of blackness tipped her over
the landing.
The upturned tricycle on the lawn, the family
to this perfect battleground. Not much of a station wagon; each were clues leading him
mystery, but Nathaniel adored conundrums
of any complexity. As he entered the bedroom
children. They looked up at him, one clutch , he leered widely at the confused pair of
offer some for m of defense, as he shouted ing his Action Bill figurine like it might
“Mom! Dad! Help!”
“They ain’t gone hear you.” The sound of feet
as Nathaniel painted a simple spiral sigil tramping upstairs echoed around the house,
him out of bed as he backed his lanky frame on the door. He grabbed one boy and jerked
realized he must resemble some freakishly big into the far corner of the room. Happily, he
daddy long-legs.
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