Chapter Five-Ralphie Glick-1975-(II)

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Ralphie Glick was rapping his clawed fingers on Marjorie Glick's bedroom window.

His mouth oozed blood; his sharp fangs gleamed in the moon light; his rotting face sheared off in the gloom, until it was skeletal.

And when Marjorie opened the window, she invited her dead son inside.

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