Wednesday, January 14, 2015


The word spread all through town that there was good rocking tonight. In every parlour, doghouse and outhouse, the whispers grew louder until at 11:57, the barn was shaking till it seemed it might fall apart. And then it fell apart. Wooden beams splinted and crushed poor old women's legs. Giant nails broke free and sailed straight through the gooey eye meat and right into the brain of humble farm hands. People ran screaming and bleeding into the woods, where they were set upon by wolves who could smell the blood and fear.

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