“I’ll catch up with you later!” you intone to your parents, and follow the old man through a gap in the curtains.

“What do you know about Johnny Franzetta?” you insist, and the old man turns to face you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Let’s just say… I MURDERED him!” he cackles, and pulls out a rusty knife from his belt.

“But how could that be?” you plead. “Johnny Franzetta died nearly a hundred years ago!”

The old man nods. “I killed him in a secret, SATANIC ritual that has kept me alive this past century. And now you too will face the same fate!”

He stabs you, and your last thought is that you didn’t even get to experience food-poisoning from eating a badly-prepared Pluto Pup this year. What a gyp.

That’ll teach you to go off with strange old men, or at least it would if you weren’t dead.


Patrick Magee has some candy in his van. He can be followed on Twitter or you can like his page on Facebook.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s