Spooky Man

– by Rolli – Timmy Sweeting lay spread out on his bed like butter on a muffin. His eyes were as wide open as windows. Outside, the wind blew strong. It always does in Toronto. “No,” he said to himself. “It couldn’t be him.” A week ago, he was sitting by the fireplace at his...

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