Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 180 - Hacksaw - Scary Stories and Rain

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I come from a very strange town full of very strange things.
From a diner appearing and disappearing in the blink of an
eye to a ghost ship that seems to border our sea.

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Let's just say when it comes to strange things, this town does
not disappoint. My name is James and I've lived
in this town for 30 years and for as long as I can remember
there have been no children other than the ones born here
that have ever. Lived in this town.
Well, I wouldn't say never. You see, in this town, children

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just simply disappear. I don't know if it's cursed or
if this town simply does not like outsiders.
The year is 1990. I was an eighth grader in junior
high and captain of the school'sbasketball team.
We had a pretty solid record so far and we were set to face our
arch rivals. This team was no joke either.

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After all, they were undefeated and had one of the best scorers
in the state on their team, 12 year old Jack Harvey.
He was considered to be the prospect everyone wanted going
into high school. Well that all changed the night
of the big game when he disappeared.

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The day everyone was waiting forit finally come.
The final bell had rung and school was let out for the
weekend. While many paired off and did
what they wanted, most were excited to attend the late night
November game that would soon change the town forever.
It was 5:00 PM. November the 16th, 1990 and

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everyone was filling up the Central Middle School gym for
what should be the game of the year.
Buses pulled into the oversized parking lot and the rival team
poured off of them like they were a bunch of sweaty nerds at
a convention. The time was soon 6:30 PM and
both teams were taking the court1 by 1.
The score went up and the parents of both sides were

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erupting into what seems to be amix.
Of cheers and booze, as if this place was about to be a riot
zone. I passed to Ryan, who passed to
Josh, who went for a layup to tie it up.
But just as he did, the whistle blew.
And it was halftime. We all went to the locker room
to either get hydrated or snack on something when a scream was

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heard from the opposing locker room.
The coaches rushed in to see what was going on and to
everyone's horror, Jack was gone.
Only his shoes with blood stainsall over them remained.
The coaches backed out slowly into the hall where all the kids
from my team were now waiting tosee what was going on.

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The coaches shielded us from theview of the locker room, and we
quickly realized Jack wasn't theonly one missing.
The coaches were overheard by some of my other teammates
talking about how three other young boys from the opposing
team were also now missing. The Sheriff's Department soon
arrived and an investigation wasunder way.

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Everyone from my team to their team, including coaches and
parents, were questioned, but nothing ever came of it.
As if the boys simply vanished into thin air.
The rest of the game was cancelled and an early curfew
was put into effect for the town.
Any and all children under 17 had to be inside by 5:00 PM and

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were not to leave under any circumstances until 9:00 AM the
next morning. A few weeks have passed since
their disappearance, and that's all the cops talk about.
That was until another boy visiting his grandmother from a
neighboring town also went missing.
The sheriff's department's, now on high alert, started shifting

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their attention to predators that lived in the area.
Of course, they turned up nothing with this and by the end
of December the case went cold. The new year came and went with
no new leads and the families were starting to give up.
Then came February 10th, 1991. Three months after the kids went

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missing from the Central Middle School, the Sheriff's Office
finally got their first break. A homeless man by the name of
Carl Adams reported seeing the boys wander into the old mining
shafts outside of town at 2:00 AM Saturday morning.
One day after the big game, the Sheriff's Department rushed to

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the mines and searched them fromtop to bottom, only for them to
disappear too. The search for the missing
deputies and children went on for three weeks and turned up
nothing. That was until June 2nd, 1991,
four months after the sheriff's deputies went missing and one of

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them actually turned up stumbling into town babbling
about a force of nature taking them away.
Deputy Morrison looked to be outof his mind.
The sheriff took his report and pretty much tossed it out, as
well as locking him away in the state's mental asylum, where he
remains to this day. The mines collapsed in 2004 and

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nobody has been in or out since.It remains a cold case 33 years
later. My heart truly goes out to the
missing, but to be honest, I'm just glad that it wasn't me and
that it's just another blip in our town's weird history.

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This just happened to me two weeks ago and the situation
still frightens me whenever I think about it.
I live with my boyfriend, who I'll call Jake, in a 12 story
building right in the heart of abig city.
The building itself is relatively new, but one thing
I've noticed is how much the residents insist on frequent
renovations around here. Therefore, it's very common to

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spot workers of various places walking around.
We live on the 10th floor with our dog.
One irritating aspect of my current living situation is that
my boyfriend is incredibly distracted about everything,
especially when the issue is locking the door.
Even if we do live higher up, I still religiously lock the door

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every time I get home, leave thehouse, or go to bed.
The same, however, cannot be said about Jake.
He frequently takes the dog out twice a day and goes to the gym
a few times on the week. Jake has the hazardous custom of
leaving the door unlocked even after I asked him not to.

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This story is about one of the times this got out of hand and
traumatized me for life. It was a regular Thursday
afternoon and our dog was with the pet sitter for the day.
Since it was very hot outside, Ihopped in the shower earlier
than usual. Jake went out for his exercise
and, as usual, left the door unlocked.

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I didn't realize this because heleft without letting me know
that he was leaving. Everything was fine at first,
but then I started hearing some noises outside the bathroom.
I thought it was one of two possibilities.
Either my boyfriend was just moving about and being loud, or
maybe it was just noise from thestreet.

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I quickly finished showering, got dressed really fast, and
opened the bathroom door. Imagine my total shock when I
walk out into the living room and see a man that I've never
seen before roaming around my apartment.
This guy was stocky, dressed in what seems to be a work jumpsuit
of some sort, like a mechanic would wear.

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He had greasy, WAVY hair and kept opening cabinets around in
my living room. I was stunned, but immediately
felt fear, like a punch in the gut.
I can defend myself with punchesand knives, of course, but not
many people actually want to go through this kind of situation.
So, shaking, I asked him who he was and what he was doing in my

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house. He turned around, clearly
startled, and mumbled something about being the Internet guy
because somehow he had seen thatwe were having issues with the
Wi-Fi. We weren't, of course, and of
course I didn't believe him since he didn't have a badge or
anything on him. Nervously, I confronted him with

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that. That was when he stared at me,
seemingly deciding what to do next.
His face looked average, and honestly, it's hard to describe.
I could not wait though, this was too weird.
So I walked to the front door and opened it for him, telling
him to leave right now or I would call the police.

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To my absolute relief, he did. When he walked by me, I could
smell strong body odor wafting from his jumpsuit.
As soon as he left, I quickly locked the door with my heart
pounding so hard it actually hurt my rib cage.
I cried a little, nervous about having my privacy invaded like

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this. What if he had a weapon?
What if he had violent intentions?
What if he knocked me out beforeI could defend myself?
It's a kind of horror that's very hard to convey unless
you've been through a situation like this.
I immediately called the doormandownstairs to let him know what
happened. I described the man and asked if

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I should call the cops. He persuaded me not to, saying
that it was probably a confused Workman that didn't mean any
harm. Then I called Jake.
He was startled, but he was getting home by this point and
told me the same thing the doorman did.
Eventually, I calmed down and thought about what to do,

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deciding not to call the cops. After all, we live in a big city
and they are infamous for not doing much around here.
Anyway. I also scolded Jake for not
locking the door again and we had a huge argument about it,
but he promised that he would never do it again.
We haven't seen that man ever since, and if we ever do, I will

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not hesitate to make a scene. And call the cops immediately.
In 2002, I was a junior in high school, 11th grade to be

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precise. At this time, Terrence Cook was
a junior in high school as well.And for the second time, due to
being held back, the town that Iwent to high school in does not
have anything to be considered abad area.
But we've got some latch key keys who live in the trailer
park on the other side of the train tracks and that's about as
close to a ghetto that we have. Terrence was one of these latch

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key kids. I don't know that for sure, but
he always seemed like he was andthat he had a rough home life at
school. Every year when everybody had
brand new clothes and backpacks,Terrence showed up in the same
worn out hand me downs as the year prior.
Sometimes I would walk to schoolearly in the morning and I'd see

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Terrence stumbling out of the park with a blanket wrapped
around him and little branches with leaves in his Afro.
If ever a fight broke out at school, 90% of the time it was
Terrence. He was a real meet me at the
flagpole in the parking lot kindof guy whenever somebody
defecated in the urinal stall orthe sink or a teacher's desk.

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Most assuredly it was Terrence who always admitted to it when
he would be caught with an excited, crude eating grin on
his face. He was that kid who would set
off stink bombs in the gym before an assembly.
He would streak across the fieldduring our football games, and
he would pull the fire alarm at least once a month.
Nobody could prove it because nobody was ever caught pulling

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it, but it went off 3 times in aday and the very last 1 ended up
being an actual fire that had started in the center of the
football field. Burned all the grass on the
pitch, and had it not been for the ring of concrete track that
rounded our field, that fire would have spread out into the
bleachers and beyond. These were the type of fire

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alarms that if you pulled it a nasty blue.
Ink would squirt out and get everywhere.
So when Terrence was questioned about it, he said nothing.
He didn't do it, he claimed. To make matters more difficult,
there was no blue ink on his hands or arms on his person at
all. Nothing provable.

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Faculty and staff alike were. Stumped, 3 different fire alarms
were pulled with inky blue streaks on the floor and the
walls and somehow this kid flipped them without getting a
drop on himself. When his backpack and his locker
were searched by the administration, there was
nothing to indicate that he had anything to do with starting the
fire. There was just nothing to point

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at him for committing the crime.It was just right up his alley
and the kind of thing that he would do.
Terrence never once bothered me.In fact, he never said a word to
me. In all my ears I saw him bully
other kids and boy, we would just get so annoyed.
Every day he'd be asking somebody for money or a

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cigarette, or he would ask to come along to go smoke in the
Creek. I know he was also supposedly
really bad to girls, hitting them, pushing them, just evil
acts inflicted on people for never a good enough reason.
There were a few other kids thathung out with Terrence, Ethan
and Otho, but for some reason italways looked to me like they

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did not care for this kid at alland were in his company.
Perhaps because they were scaredof what he would do to them, as
Terrence had a big mouth and hadno qualms about giving you a
quick punch to the gut. Many were worried that one day
he would graduate from fighting with his fists to stabbing
people in the hallway. I think that Ethan and Otho had

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no genuine liking for Terrence but kept him around.
Because he was amusing. So yeah, Terrence was a real
piece of crap. As I stated earlier, I felt a
little bad for him. He seemed embarrassingly poor
and grossly neglected and probably some other issues.
We all suspected that his dad beat the crap.

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Out of him. All we knew about his dad was he
just lived in a bottle and was known to yell and scream which
could be heard all over the trailer park.
His mom was supposed to be no better.
At lunch we would have an open campus and we could walk off
from the school and go downtown to get burgers or fries.

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Or tacos. Or just anything quick enough to
buy and consume in an hour. Poor Terrence would have one of
those paper cards that the school would hand out where you
would get a free lunch from the cafeteria.
This food, of course, looked like prison food, and if you
were seen eating from one of those, your other classmates
would ridicule you. It's just a fact.

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This led to poor Terrence following people around.
My friends and me sometimes. Hey, can I get a dollar?
Can I get the rest of that sandwich?
You got a cigarette? We'd tell him every different
version of no we could think of while still seemingly polite,
because we did not want to send Terrence off on one of his
irrational, violent tirades. Early into the school year,

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maybe starting in early October,we had the arrival of somebody
who would come to be called the Pizza Lady.
From what I recall. She just showed up in the Creek
one day where there were a couple of picnic tables and
benches and set 30 large pizza boxes down. 15 cheese, 15
pepperoni. She sat there and waited and

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waited, and sure enough, some high school kids snuck down into
the Creek, smoked, and there shefound 4 high schoolers with the
munchies. Hey guys, she said.
I'll charge you a dollar a sliceif you're hungry.
I remember hearing how those kids ate 3 or 4 large pizzas
between them and the words set off like wildfire.

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You've got to go see the Pizza Lady after school.
Let's go get. A cheap slice.
The pizza lady is the bomb. There was no way I wasn't going
to check this out. Even in 2002.
This was a steal of a deal. I wanted to get down there and
see the whole operation. So it's the next day and my

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friends and I get out of class and we smoke on our way down to
the Creek when we get down there.
There are about. 20 high schoolers, maybe more, freshman
to senior, all gathered around anxiously waiting.
Some were smoking, others were sipping off some bottles.
Of course Terrence was there, just capped on caffeine or

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something because I remember howhyper he was jumping up and
down. Pizza, pizza, pizza.
He had a large stick in his handand was whacking at trees and
dirt and even motioning for other kids to get out of the way
or he would thwack them. Man, it was as if this kid never
had a slice of pizza before. When I thought about it a bit

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more, it's sad because it was probably true.
Within 10 minutes, the Pizza Lady arrived and pulled her car
up off the road and onto the side of the Creek.
Got out of her car, walked to the trunk, opened it and lifted
out a pile of pizza boxes. I'll carry those for you.
If I could get a free slice Terrence.

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Said yeah, she said in a monotone whisper.
With that Terrence zipped into the car and began taking out all
the pizza boxes and rushing themto the picnic tables.
The line started to form and Terence was handed a slice of
pizza and he looked rather stoked with himself for not
having to wait in line to get the first slice.

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The pizza lady was interesting. She seemed to lack the ability
to be nice or mean. Every day she would park and say
hey guys and that's about it. She'd hold out her hand and
you'd put the dollar in her handand take your slice.
Every day it started to get a bit crazy, though.

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It went from 20 students at whatwe named Pizza Creek to 40
students. Within a week, 30 pizza boxes
turned into 50. Cars were like sardines in a can
on this Creek, completely boxingeach other in with their stereos
blaring. And some kids would bring
alcohol and some brought smoke and we would just smoke in the

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Creek and eat cheap pizza every afternoon.
The entirety of the time, the Pizza Lady hardly spoke.
Hardly smiled or frowned or evenmoved.
She just kind of stood there, smoking, staring off into space,
waiting for the pizza to run out, surrounded by teenagers who

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all of us were smoking and drinking.
And all the while she didn't seem to care.
She didn't appear to like it either.
I recall it made me nervous, though.
I had never smoked in front of an adult before.
And in 2002 it was still illegalin California.
And it just all seemed so odd tome that a grown woman would

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stand in a Creek with teenagers getting all messed up.
And of course, Terrence was there every single day.
Terrence was the first to arriveand the last to leave, assisting
the pizza lady with the unloading of the pizzas from the
car, handing out slices while scoring 2 free slices a day.
It irked us quite a bit. Why were we not allowed the

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privilege to be a helper for a day?
Why should he have gotten all the free pizza?
It didn't take us long to figureout that this was not a
classroom, she was not a teacher, and she could play
favorites if she wanted to. It got to the point though,
where Terrence was just so bad he got worse than normal.

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The whole situation was as if itwere his idea to have the pizzas
and it was his little side business and often times would
not ask but start to demand things and getting very very
physical when he received an answer that he didn't like.
The fight outbreaks got to be too much, and kids stopped going

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to Pizza Creek little by little,tapering off 1 by 1 one time.
The only time I saw the Pizza Lady do or say anything much was
when she walked up to Terrence, pulled him by the arm away from
some kids he was harassing, and said quietly to him, I don't
like what you're doing. There was no firmness in her

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voice, no threat, not much of anemotion, whatever it was.
I had never seen Terrence hang his head like a sad dog before.
He seemed disappointed with himself instead of defensive for
the very first time ever. You keep doing that.
She continued, quiet as ever. And you're going to get it.

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It was Thursday, November 7th, and my friends and I decided we
would go to Pizza Creek one final time.
After that, we would just let all the other kids deal with
Terrence's tyrannical rain. However, that day after school,
getting quite dark quite early, we found Terrence in the Creek,
the pizza lady with the pies anda modest line of kids, maybe 10

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or so, paying for their slices. Terrence was quiet as a crypt
and stared at the ground with docility, the pizza lady stone
silent, her hand outstretched, holding a pile of dollar bills.
Stoked that we could finally enjoy the Creek in peace, we
just munched away at our pizza slices, smoked a little bit, and

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sensing the darkness coming uponus fast, we decided to head
home. I remember my friends and me
gathering our stuff. We were the last ones to be
leaving and walking up past the Creek to get back to the road.
Turning back and looking for a reason I knew not, I distinctly
saw Terence staring up at me. With a look of.

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Loneliness and shame. He seemed lost and scared.
I'll never forget that look on his face.
He seemed almost as if he desperately wanted to come with
us. He did not want to be alone with
this woman who was whispering something under her breath that
I could not hear. I unfortunately ignored all of

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this, thinking Terrence had always been a jerk, even if not
to me, and that it served him right to be humbled a bit.
I didn't notice, of course, thatTerrence was not at school the
next day, Friday, and after school I thought that perhaps
Pizza Creek had chilled out. So as a group, my friends and I

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decided to go out one last time.This was to be the last time for
sure, we promised ourselves. Well, when we got there after
school, no pizza, no Pizza Lady,no Terrance, and the weekend
went by and nobody noticed. Monday night, I guess somebody

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in the attendance office finallynoticed.
Something from what I've heard but cannot confirm, is that the
school had not set off any alarmas Terrence was regularly truant
and many times had to spend a week or two in a detention
center. His absence wasn't so much of A
shock, it's just that usually his absences were verified.

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The police would often find him and drag him back to.
School. Or back to his house.
Often times during class, Terrence would be wandering the
halls, placing fireworks in trash cans and just making
mayhem. But this time, he was just
nowhere. He wasn't at the school, he
wasn't in a juvenile detention or the hospital.

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He wasn't stealing from liquor stores.
He wasn't playing with weapons down by the train tracks.
Terrence was just gone and nobody knew where, so the
administration tried to contact Terrence's parents.
The phone number they dialed seems to be no longer in
service. They had the parents address on

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file and decided immediately to call the police and report a
lost child and that the parents probably needed a welfare check.
When the police arrived at the house, they found Missus Cook
with an arm and a sling and someblack.
Eyes. Jet skiing was the cause of the
injuries. She claimed.

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Mr. Cook was on a Bender and smelled strongly of some illegal
drug. Confronting Terrence's parents
as the Terrence's whereabouts proved fruitless.
They had not seen Terrence in over a week.
They said they hoped he was in prison.
They said that he might as well be in prison since he never came
home and they had no clue where he was.

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Over the next few days, a searchteam was called out and many
from the community joined. We searched the Creek, the train
tracks, the parks, everything. I went to the park where I saw
him stumbling out of the bushes a few times, but never found a
trace of them. Terrence just completely
vanished. Somehow the police began coming

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to the school where they began to become a constant presence,
barging into each classroom and informing us of the situation,
questioning the classrooms and imploring us to come forward
with any information that could be helpful.
When one of the officers explained what needed to be
established first was where Terrence was last seen is when

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it clicked in my head. It must have clicked in my
friend Dustin's head too, because his hand shot up into
the air saying. We saw him Thursday after school
around 4:45 or so. The officer asked.
Where did you see him? In the Creek, across the train
tracks and just a couple blocks away from the school?

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The officer asked. That Creek down there pointing
in some direction, that seems toimply he understood then
continuing. Was he with anybody?
Yeah, another kid in my class said the pizza lady.
The pizza lady? Who is the pizza lady?

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We all looked around at one another before explaining to the
officer all about the lady who provided us with cheap,
delicious food. Does anybody know what her name
is? We all looked at each other
again. It was apparent by the look on
everybody's face that we were all thinking the same thing.
Oh crap, no, I don't know her name.

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OK. Does anybody happen to know
where she lives or where she works?
We all looked at each other again.
It was apparent by the look on everybody's face that again, we
were all thinking the same thing.
No, no, no idea. Did she drive a car when she
started selling you guys these pizzas?

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, she did. OK, good.
The officer smiled. What kind of car?
There was silence all across theclassroom.
Once again the officer frowned, bug eyed.
We drifted from one confused eyeto the other.
I mean, the whole month I was going to this Creek, I never

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once noticed what kind of car itwas.
Toyota Corolla I think. No it's not, it's a Kia.
No dude, it wasn't a foreign car, it was a Ford or something
American. No and no.
And on and on it went. We all felt really bad all at

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once. Guilty.
We collectively stared at the floor, trying to wrap our heads
around how this situation was escalating extremely quickly.
Color of the car? The officer asked with a hopeful
look in his eye. Beige.
And it's a 4 door sedan. On that we could all agree,

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fortunately. But that was as close to a good
description of her car as we could give.
And our description of the PizzaLady herself wasn't much better.
She's short. And no, she's not short.
Well, she's not tall. She's got blonde hair.
No, it wasn't. It was Auburn.
No, it was like graying. She's fat.

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She was not fat. Well, she wasn't skinny.
As I sat there pondering, I was amazed at myself by how little
of her features I never even took into account.
I mean, putting her in my mind'seye, I couldn't recall what
color eyes she had. No real sense of hair color, no
tattoos, no clothes that revealed anything like where she

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worked or lived. Couldn't quite remember if her
hair was in a ponytail or a bun.She was about as nondescript as
you could get. I couldn't even remember what
kind of smokes that she smoked. I think we all agreed that she
had bad skin and she was slightly overweight and possibly

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35 to 40 years of age, so we just described about half the
women in the county. As the weeks wore on, we saw the
police less and less, but when we did, they were always
dragging Ethan and Otho out of class and questioning them in
the Dean's office. Other than that, all information

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was withheld. I always believed.
Ethan and Otho. That they had nothing to do with
his disappearance. Many others would disagree with
me and found those kids a bit suspicious.
I just feel that they were so outspoken about it.
They knew that everybody was looking at them with shifty eyes
and understandably got irate andinsisted that they told the

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police everything they knew. They knew they had seen Terence
in the car with the Pizza Lady just one time, and they were not
driving in the direction of his house.
They also mentioned how Terrencenever had any money ever, but a
few days before he disappeared. On that fateful Thursday, Ethan
and Otho remembered him coming out of a 711 with a wad of $1.00

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bills in his hand that he shovedinto his pocket.
When they confronted him about where he got the money from,
Terrence became defensive and threatening, and they were told
to mind their own business. Eventually, Terrence's parents
were arrested for more than justchild neglect.
I remember hearing there was an onslaught of charges thrust upon

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them, possession, assault, abuse, etcetera.
Shortly before Christmas break. It ended up that a total of 14
women between the ages of 35 to 40 owning a beige 4 door sedan
were detained and interviewed bypolice investigators.
And every single one of them was.

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Let loose with a solid alibi. After the return to school and
the start of a new semester, talks of Terrence's
disappearance became less and less of the conversation topic.
And in the spring we had a serial killer who was kidnapping
young college students. This is sort of where Terrence

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truly disappeared. It seemed as if the city didn't
care that a local 16 year old kid went missing, yet suddenly
two or three other kids went missing and the community was
just in an uproar. The media that encircled
catching the killer, the findingof the girls bodies.
All of this completely eclipsed Terrance and nothing else has

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ever been revealed as to whetheror not his case was ongoing or
if it's gone cold. There was just nothing, no
information at all. What we do know is that he is
not in the prison system anywhere.
This has been confirmed. Some have speculated that
Terrence ran away to start a newlife.

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I don't agree with this though. And though it's harsh to say
about Terrence Cook, the kid wasa dumb dumb and I just don't see
him having the resources to successfully run away from
whatever sense of home he had, which was probably the school
where he could get free food andsmokes and talk to people.

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So I don't think he would have been able to just go to Canada
with a new identity or something.
I believe something more sinister happened.
I'm sure if you worked your imagination, there are a lot of
things that could have transpired.
The fact that the last time I saw Terence Cook was also the
last time I saw the Pizza Lady does not bode well.

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Five years had gone by and I wasliving in a different.
State at the time, but my buddy Dustin called me.
We talked about our lives and reminisced about all things.
And that's when he brought up Terrence Cook.
It had been reported in the newspaper that Ethan and Otha
were indeed suspects for a very long time, but they were cleared

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of all charges as having no evidence.
The parents were still in prison, not for the murder of
Terrence, but for all the other stuff I mentioned earlier.
I think the dad got a handful more charges for beating his
wife, who was more than happy totestify against him, married or
not. So she totally threw him under

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the. Bus I asked Dustin if it had
ever been revealed who the PizzaLady was.
You know what's interesting? Dustin said.
The article doesn't mention her at all.
And there you have it. I don't know if there's a lesson
to this or anything to learn from it.
Perhaps never talk to strangers.I don't know.

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Mind your surroundings. Even if they are young and
there's a person who's an adult,you do not have to trust them.
Listen to your gut if it's telling you something is not
right. I sometimes think about Terence
Cook and what could have happened to him.

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I should have known something was off about Juniper.
For starters, her name was Juniper.
That should have been my first red flag.
But when her photo popped up on Tinder, my thumb hesitated over
her face. Yeah, it was a bathroom selfie,
and yeah, her lips were pursed in an annoying semi duck face,

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but man, she was hot. My thumb slid across my phone
screen as I swiped right. Our first date was at a bar near
her work somewhere in Midtown. She wanted to meet up on a
Tuesday. I'd have preferred a weekend's
night, but whatever. I'm flexible when the catch is
hot enough. It was some crappy place with a

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sports reference for a name or play or something.
The place was filled with frat boy, now financial advisors
taking advantage of the happy hour specials and attractive
bartenders and tight tank tops. I grabbed us a table in the back
behind the giant Jenga and pool tables.
My phone buzzed with a text message.

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Running late. Be there in 10.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my cheap logger.
She better be worth it. My beer caught in my throat as
she walked past the bar into themain seating area.
She scanned the room for me, herlong blonde hair over one
shoulder. She wore a fitted button up

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shirt unbuttoned at the top, anda pencil skirt.
Her long thin legs ended up in apair of pink pumps, a little bit
of spice in an otherwise fairly conservative business outfit.
I felt my groin warm as my eyes lingered on her calves.
Her face lit up with recognitionwhen she caught my gaze.

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Her tender picture did not do her justice.
Her nose and chin were round, her face and Oval with a slight
widow's peak. Her lips were full and rosy
pink, her blue eyes wide with excitement.
I raised my glass and smiled my most charming first date smile.
Five hours later I lay in her bed, satisfied.

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Overall, a decent first date. As I listened to the water
running from Juniper's bathroom,I decided with drowsy comfort
that she would make a great sacrifice.
We dated for a few months. Juniper was hot, cheeky and wild
in the bedroom. Things were going great until

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she invited me to her parents cabin for Christmas.
My father passed away earlier that year so no one was waiting
for me. I had to keep Juniper close for
this year's offering and I figured it was the season of
family. As they say, the more the
merrier. We weren't able to drive up to
her family cabin until ChristmasEve.

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Juniper worked as a legal secretary and the office didn't
give her much time off, so it wasn't until around 3:00 PM
before we were loading Juniper'sluxury crossover.
It's OK, I thought, still plentyof time.
She wove the car through the snowy back roads and explained
to me what a snow tire was. I had only recently moved up

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north from Florida and I was thankful she didn't ask me to
help drive. But I had never seen snow before
and it's beauty struck me. I watched out the window as we
passed the sparkling white landscape mesmerized Her
parents, both lawyers, were loaded so I don't know why I was
surprised when we pulled up to the family cabin.

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The two-story mini mansion was built from polished wood and
stone. Large columns stretched up from
the ground to the roof, creatinga sharp awning that sheltered
the double glass front doors andfloor to ceiling windows that
spotted the modern exterior. Juniper parked her car at the
top of the driveway, expressing obvious annoyance that all three

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spaces in the garage were already taken by her parents and
sisters cars. I peered out the passenger
window at the house. Large, soft snowflakes fell
lazily to the ground, illuminated by two spotlights
shining from the front yard ontothe cabin's facade.
The light reflected off the snow, giving it the illusion

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that the heavens were raining gold.
Wow, I know I'm from Florida, but I paused.
This isn't really what I was picturing.
Juniper lowered onto the wheel to get a better look at her
family home. Her face glowed in the warm
light from outside. She chuckled.

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Yeah, I know, but don't be fooled, it's not all fancy.
She eyed me mischievously. The cell service is crap.
I nodded, as if that one fact brought her whole family back
down to earth. You brought your swimsuit,
right? I laughed at the joke.

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Oh, of course. Her smile fell.
No, Calvin, I'm serious. You brought your suit, right?
I looked out the snowy wilderness around us, unsure how
to respond. Juniper sighed.
For the jacuzzi, I'm sure my dadhas an extra pair you can
borrow. Oh, great.

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I said without much enthusiasm. Big, wet snowflakes coated us in
the few minutes it took to unload the car and jog to the
house. The door closed with a thud and
Juniper dropped her bags, kicking off her pristine duck
boots before bounding down the hallway.
Amber, Clover, where are you guys?

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I placed the box of meticulouslywrapped gifts I had been
carrying down and grabbed a quick look at my watch. 514,
Perfect. The ride up was faster than I
had expected. Still plenty of time.
I looked around to see that I was standing in an entrance
room. The wood floor and walls glowed

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with a yellow light radiating from a huge chandelier hanging
above my head. It was made of light Gray
branches braided around each other, their bark smooth and
manicured as if they had naturally grown like that.
Feminine squeals rang down the hall from the back of the house.
I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do.

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At least I looked the part. Juniper, dissatisfied with my
wardrobe, had bought me a tan wool coat.
She explained that my faded leather jacket was neither
weather appropriate nor fashionable.
I had moved up to the city during the summer, and my closet
hadn't been prepared for the blistering winds and snow of the

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north. I'm lucky I had Juniper to help
with that, at least according toher.
Snow clung to the shoulders of the department store coats as
the warmth of the house embracedme.
I could feel the chilly wetness of melting snow sink into my
knit beanie. A matching scarf was wrapped
around my neck, the fibers clinging to my moist lips

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unpleasantly. I grabbed at the scarf with my
gloved hand and pulled. In my defense, I wasn't used to
the lack of individual fingers and the clumsiness of a hand
wrapped in thick wool. I had half of the unwieldy piece
of clothing in one hand while the end hugged my throat tightly
when the Mills family entered. Oh no, baby.

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Juniper's voice was filled with amusement as she rushed to help
me. She took the scarf and carefully
untangled it from my neck. A gravelly voice boomed, filling
the space. June mentioned you were from the
South. Guess you guys don't really need
winter accessories down there, huh?
Juniper continued to help me undress out of my winter outwear

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as I turned. Behind her stood a beast of a
man. He towered over my 511 frame,
his shoulders broader than a football players.
His beard was thick yet neatly trimmed.
He wore a fitted flannel shirt and pressed jeans, making him
look more like a lumberjack who modeled for LL Bean on his off

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days than a lawyer. My mouth hung open for a moment
before I regained my composure. Mr. Mills, it's nice to meet
you. I extended my hand around
Juniper, who is still working onmy coat.
I'm Calvin. Matthias.
Matthias. He roared joyously, pushing

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Juniper out of the way as he pulled me into a tight embrace.
My body was engulfed by his meaty chest.
I'm not ashamed to admit it. It was the best hug of my life,
comforting and warm. For a moment I forgot about the
greater good, my purpose in life, my father.

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It was like being suspended in aVAT of Christmas and love.
He let go of me and I stepped back, noticing for the first
time the two figures behind him.Calvin, these are my sister's
Clover and Amber. Juniper said, beaming from me to
them. Juniper was the middle daughter
of three, Clover, at 29, was theeldest, and Amber, at 22, was

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the youngest. The only thing the sisters had
in common was that they were three of the most gorgeous women
I had ever seen in my life. Clover had silky black hair cut
short at her chin. Her features were sharp, her
thin Gray eyes bordered by heavyeyelashes.
She smiled coyly at me as she extended her hand.

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Nice to meet you, Calvin. While Juniper's voice was high
and bubbly, Clover's voice was low and throaty, similar to her
father's but with a husk feminine quality that made it
difficult to think of her as my girlfriend's sister.
And I'm Amber, a soft voice saidto my left.

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I tore my gaze away from Clover to the younger sister.
Amber was much shorter than her siblings, with thick red hair
and a circular face. She had a button nose and round
green eyes. She looked like she had stepped
out of an Irish folk tale. Amber contrasted sharply with
her sisters. Juniper was tall and had an

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athletic build, tight but soft, firm and preppy, like a
cheerleader. Clover was tall and thin, angles
and bite, the only one in the room who actually looked like a
lawyer but ironically was a painter.
And Amber, well, let's just say Amber's curves swelled and ebbed

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in all the right places. A sailor could get lost
exploring those rolling waves. I smiled and took her hand.
It's a pleasure to meet you. Juniper didn't talk about her
family much, and I knew well enough not to ask, but I made a
mental note to discreetly broachthe subject of whether her and
her sisters all have the same parents.

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Where's Missus Mills? Matthias's smile wavered as she
had to run an errand. His eyes shifted to Clover,
whose returning gaze narrowed slightly.
His dark eyes shot back to mine,and he smiled confidently again,
the moment of weirdness over as suddenly as it had started.

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She'll be back later. Come on.
Juniper, help us with dinner. Amber said that she grabbed her
sister's hand and began to pull her down the hall.
Clover's mouth turned downwards as her dark eyes lingered on me
for a moment before following her sisters.
Something heavy hit my shoulder and I jumped.

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Matthias had clapped his huge hand onto my back.
Let me tell you, it's nice to have a man to talk with.
I'm always surrounded by women. He laughed a low good hearted
growl as he led me into another room.
We entered A cavernous living room, the ceiling arching high

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above us. Several thick naked wooden beams
held it up. A large red oriental rug
stretched from wall to wall, complementing the Forest Green
walls well. Two large brown leather couches
sat Kitty corner to each other in the middle of the room.
The walls were lined with hunting trophies.

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The taxidermied heads of different animals stared out
across at each other, their dead, glassy eyes unseen.
Deer and bears snarled meaninglessly, their teeth bared
without emotion. A bobcat perched on a rock in
the corner of the room, next to a fat pheasant.
Against one wall was a large glass gun rack.

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Polished rifles gleamed in the warm overhead light.
The centerpiece of the room, a massive moose head, rested above
the marble fireplace in which a large fire roared, radiating
heat and golden light around theroom, catching me eyeing his
collection, Matthias laughed. Are you a hunter, Calvin?

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I thought for a second before carefully choosing my next
words. My father and I used to go
hunting once a year together. I still practice the tradition.
Good. His deep voice resonated with
the warmth of the fireplace, creating an atmosphere of
masculine comfort and safety. I like a man who hunts.

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I smiled at him and nodded, unsure how to respond.
Sit down, sit down. He ordered as he fell onto one
of the couches. I obliged, sitting on the other
couch facing him as I prepared for the inevitable father
boyfriend interview. Calvin.
He rolled my name around his tongue experimentally as he eyed

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me. That's a Protestant name, isn't
it? I stammered, taken off guard.
Yeah, I guess so. Matthias leaned forward, resting
his forearm against his thigh. Do you believe in God, Calvin?
The line of questioning was going down a dark path that I

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had not expected. In the four months I've been
dating Juniper, she had never brought up religion.
Of course, my answer was slow and deliberate.
Matthias nodded, his eyes narrowing at me.
God is the most important thing to this family.
The Mills clan walks close with him.

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We are his servants, and we takethat role very seriously.
I nodded. My family believed the same.
We were very devout. Were.
Matthias asked. My father died this past
February. I never knew my mother, but my
dad raised me to be fearful of God.

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And what do you believe now? I hesitated.
I still practice. You can be honest with me,
Calvin. Matthias sat back into the thick
leather couch. I won't tell Juniper not to date
you because of your religious beliefs or lack thereof.
He laughed as if that last part was a joke.

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I smiled at him. I'll admit, I don't follow the
more embellished of the ceremonies my father taught me,
but I still believe in his word and actions.
He nodded. I can respect that.
I know my daughters only participate in some of the more,
how do you put it? Embellished of the ceremonies
solely for my benefits. I understand the younger

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generation doesn't care as much for the ritual of worship, but I
think it's important that you know how deep this family
spirituality runs. God comes first in this house
when God asks us to do something.
He paused, looking towards the floor as he cleared his throat,
looking back up at me, his gaze fierce, freezing me in time and

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space. We obey without question, as it
should be. I said.
We stared at each other for several moments before the
tension was broken by Matthias'sdeep laughter.
I like you, Calvin. He stood.
I'm going to go grab a beer, do you want one?
That'd be great, thanks. He left and I sat in the living

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room, surrounded by fire and death.
Dinner and drinks passed uneventfully.
The food was delicious and Matthias's wine cellar
impressive. I didn't even notice the absence
of Misses Mills Throughout the course of the dinner.
Matthias kept filling my glass and I drank the rich red wine
with relish. I should have known better.

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Christmas Eve had been me and myfather's night, and so maybe my
overindulgence was an attempt todeal with his absence.
Maybe I wasn't ready to go through that night's right
without him just yet. But I knew at the back of my
mind that I had to, that it was my duty.
I owed it not just to my father,but to the world.

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As Matthias poured another glassof wine, I looked down at my
watch. 958 I needed to pace myself to rest.
I would need my wits and strength for the witching hour.
Luckily, I did not have to excuse myself early.
As the clock struck 10, Matthiasraised his glass and cheer.

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Let us bless our last sip of wine before we head to bed.
His eyes twinkled with drink. Tonight's a big night for us,
and so let us toast to family. He held his glass towards me and
new friends, to endings and new beginnings.
He winked, his smirk lopsided. To the most sacred holiday and

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to God, let us give to him all that he asks of us and hope he
favors us with the treasures of his bounty.
He stretched his glass to mine to Saint Nicholas.
Our wine glasses clinked as the sisters voices echoed their
father. To Saint Nicholas.

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I laughed and drowned the last of my wine, attributing each and
every red flag to the quirkinessof a rich and spoiled family of
lawyer lumberjacks. I awoke later that night to
hands running up my chest. I opened my eyes, my mind
groggily trying to catch up to my body's instant reaction.

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A warm, naked body pressed into me and I rolled towards her,
pulling her closer. My lips found her soft skin and
I kissed her neck, tracing the gentle curve to her jaw.
Something brushed lightly against the back of my neck, but
my brain was too drenched in desire and sleep to register the

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sensation. She moaned and I ran my hand up
her side, bringing my mouth to hers.
I kissed her deeply. Arms wrapped around my back and
I opened my eyes with instant focus.
My vision suddenly filled with clovers cold Gray gaze.
I recognized the sensation. Amber's breath was hot behind me

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and right in my ear. Don't fight it.
Her tongue slid across the sensitive skin at the top of my
neck and brought my earlobe between her lips.
I turned to her face, her lips finding mine as I pressed myself
into her thighs. I moaned slightly as Clover's
hands snaked around my hip. Above me, standing at the foot

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of the bed, was a woman. I sat bolt upright, filled with
sudden panic. Clover and Amber's hands fell
away as they watched my reactionwith amused expressions on their
faces. The woman stood looking at me.
Her hair was long, longer than Juniper's, and it was stark
white, not graying, but pure white.

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She stood completely naked, her pale body glowing in the silver
light of the moon outside the window.
Her eyes were wide, revealing pupils completely Milky with
cataracts. She looked ageless, color fading
from her along with her youth, yet her fair skin was still
smooth and. Firm.

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Calvin, Mom, Mom. Calvin Clover cooed beside me,
her voice a mix of sensuality and power.
Missus Mills stared at me with those unseeing eyes, and she
smiled. It's nice to meet you, Calvin.
She said quietly, her voice delicate.

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I was breathing heavily, my panting shifting from arousal to
fear in mere seconds. My fight or flight instinct was
screaming at me to do something,but I was frozen.
My eyes darted to the digital clock on the night stand. 1128.
My alarm was set to go off in only a few minutes.

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I still had time to prepare for the ritual.
I looked up at Misses Mills, whois still smiling at me, waiting
for a response. My voice came out strained,
tight with fear, confusion, and some embarrassment at the sheer
amount of nudity around me. You too Misses Mills, please

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call me Holly. Without waiting for a response,
she turned to Clover. He will do.
Prepare him for sacrifice. I felt a pinch in my neck, then
darkness. I opened my eyes slowly.
My head throbbed and my body wasshaking uncontrollably, the air

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shockingly. Cold.
I tried to take in the scene around me through blurry vision.
I was sitting on the cold, hard ground.
Short walls of snow surrounded me in a circle.
But the circle itself was bare except for dozens of thick white
candles. My body was numb against the
frozen leaves that had only recently been covered.

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I was naked, and I realized the Mills family was kneeling.
All around me. Juniper and her sister swayed in
the chill night air, the slowly falling snow soaking into the
delicate fabric of their nightgowns.
They chanted together. Their voices joining in a chorus
of a German sounding dialect I did not recognize.

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Directly in front of me stood Matthias, his hands clasped in
front of him as if in prayer. A black crooked dagger jutted
out from his grasp towards his face.
Oh God, what time is it? I thought as I tried to stand
but my hands were tied behind myback.
A creature stepped out from the chilly darkness and into the

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circle. Looming above me was a reindeer,
Holly, straddling its back. She wore a long, flowing white
gown. A crown of icicles was perched
on her forehead and she looked down, her white eyes glowing in
the candlelight. Contrasting starkly to Holly's

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disturbing beauty. The reindeer was twisted and
distorted. It looked more like someone's
idea of a sick joke. Than a living animal, instead of
standing on hooves, its leg bones protruded from the ends of
red oozing stumps. Bloody velvet hung loosely from
white bones and fleshy stripes. Its face was dirty and blackened

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with what looked like charcoal. A long black tongue lulled out
of its mouth between two rows ofhuman teeth.
I squirmed in that rope that bound me, trying to pull its
knot loose. Juniper and I played with
bondage in the bedroom and I knew her style.
It wouldn't take me long to undoanything that she had done, and

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my adrenaline silenced any doubts.
That it could have been any one of the other four family
members. The creature stepped forward
towards me as it spoke, it's exposed ankle bone pressed into
the frozen. Earth with a dull.
Crunch. I am the soul of Saint Nicholas,
it roared. It's a voice cracking through

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the air like Thunder. I paused my squirming.
I'm sorry, what? You heard Immortal Holly.
Shrieked. Her voice had lost the fragile
air from before. It was now dry and harsh, like
paper crinkling into a ball or wood cracking as fire bites into

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it. It didn't sound real, more like
a demon's voice than a human's, Like a succubus or siren, high
pitched and flittering, the cackle of an evil witch.
My fight against the rope renewed with desperate
determination. Screw this and screw this
family. The reindeer snickered quietly

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before beginning to speak again.I am weak and old, but fresh
blood will wash me anew. His eyes glowed like burning
coals. O St.
Nicholas, we worship thee. The voices of the Mills family
rose above the circle, their eyes closed with intense

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concentration. Matthias continued.
We call upon the witching hour to bring our deity new life.
Let Saint Nicholas live again, the daughters chanted.
The rope fell loosely from my wrists and I silently thanked my
now ex girlfriends crappy survival skills.

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I jumped up naked and filled with a fury that easily squashed
all self doubt I had going untilthis cursed holiday.
My father's death was far from my mind, replaced with hatred.
Mathias's eyes shot. Open.
His daughter's chanting faded asthey looked from him to me, to

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the God before us. I looked at my watch. 1158I
sighed with relief. Witching hour wasn't for another
3 hours. I had plenty of time to deal
with the Mills shenanigans before it was too late to
complete the ritual. The reindeer who?

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Stood almost a foot beneath me, smiled.
Oh, the foolish confidence of the son charged with the burden
of the father. He bellowed, his voice deep and
impressive. I looked down at him, our eyes
locking. What did you say?
The deer began to paw the ground, shifting right and left.

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He looked like a child doing thepee pee dance.
Oh, look at me. He said in a mocking tone.
I'm Calvin and I'm an orphan. My daddy entrusted me with our
family's sacred duty, but I'm scared.
The reindeer shook its head dramatically with each word.

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If only Daddy was here to help me kill these people.
Holly's anger faltered on her face.
She was confused as well. This behavior apparently was not
what the Mills family expected from their.
God, what the? Mathias stood, his face twisted

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in confusion. Get off me, lady.
The reindeer bucked and Holly fell to the ground with a
painful thud. Matthias reached out and quickly
pulled her towards him. His daughters were now cowering
at his sides, all malice and power gone from their faces,
replaced with utter confusion. The reindeer continued.

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Luckily for Little Calvin, the mills are too dumb to know that
the witching hour isn't midnight.
Little Calvin still has hours tokill all of them.
And burn their black little hearts in a fire born of coal
and pine. He stopped his dance, his face

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becoming stern again. You.
Must have been thrilled when youwere brought to the woods.
No fake Christmas for Florida boy.
Oh no. No mail order pine needles and
coal for daddy's little boy. No, you thought coming up north
was the right thing to do, Not like Daddy made you live

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somewhere where it didn't snow for a reason.
I spat at the ground and looked to the mills.
This isn't Santa Claus, you morons.
The reindeer took a step towardsme.
Do you believe in fate, Calvin? I looked down at him.

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How did you find me? How?
How are you even mortal? He leaned forward.
His dead animal lips hovered by my face.
I followed you, Calvin. I could smell your Hunter's
scent in the snow and I followedit.
He stepped back and looked up atme, smirking.

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I found the same idiots I knew you would a little early
Christmas gift just for you. His long tongue stretched out
towards me. I flinched as the dry, leathery
skin touched my face, caressing me.
It smelt of dried fish and dirt.How were you able to become

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corporeal? I asked, shoeing his tongue away
from me. It fell lifeless, hanging in
front of him uselessly. He turned his head to look at
the Mills family who stood behind him, mouths agape.
Juniper's mascara ran, and she cried.
Confused at the scene in front of her, my mind shot back to

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Mathias gun rack, his hunting trophies on the wall.
Oh God. Oh.
He made this vessel for you, sick man.
The reindeer shrugged, or at least he lifted his shoulders
and what could be interpreted asa shrug.
So what now? Are you going to kill me?

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Not tonight, Calvin, he winked. I looked down at my watch. 115 I
still have two hours to perform the ritual.
There was a hiss around me, likesand flowing.
I looked up to see a pile of black where the Mills family had
been seconds before. The reindeer swung his face

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around as if in astonishment. Oh my, where did those rascals
get to? He stomped around in mock
confusion, the bare bones he stood on audibly snapping with
the weight. Well.
He looked back up at me. Good luck trying to find new

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sacrifices in the middle of whatever state this is.
I'm out. He turned away from me and leapt
into the snow. He bounded deeper into the
woods, his legs spasming in front of him as if he didn't
have the right number of knees. See you next Christmas.
He said over his shoulder as he disappeared from sight.

(01:08:44):
And now, because of the idiocy of one family, my legacy has
died. For the first time in 200 years.
My bloodline has failed in our sacred duty, and for that I
apologize. I have failed you.
There were so many. Signs.
So many red flags I should have known.

(01:09:06):
So here's a warning, the last thing I can offer you in my
father's name this Christmas Eve, make sure to lock your
doors and windows, leave your shoes outside and stay bundled
in your bed. Because this year, Krampus is

(01:09:27):
back. None.

(01:12:33):
None. None.

(01:34:44):
Yeah.

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