Slylock Fox – October 31st, 2013
Last time on The Slylock Files, little Billy had been devoured and repurposed by the vengeful spirit of Halloween. But his soul was darker than most. With the only knife his mom would let him use, he carved through layer upon evil layer of ethereal hell-pumpkin flesh. Guts sailed through the air. Screams woke the dead. Billy savored every moment.
Schools teach me pointless things, like algebra, he mused. A blank grin slid across his lips as he tore through the cranium. When I’m king, I’ll teach butter-knife slaughter.