Two little girls experience a night of sheer terror when they venture out on a Halloween night in 1984 Detroit.

I even heard one of them calling my name. Then, I heard the sound of them on the stairs. I ran back into the room. I found an old dog’s blanket and covered myself with it, despite the fleas. I huddled into a corner, pulling into myself and hugging my knees. My stomach growled. I tried to stop it, I did but it

howled with the imagination of a newborn baby. I paused and held my breath to see if they could hear me. They didn’t. The men were standing outside of the room by the fireplace. I heard one of them begin to urinate on the decaying wood floors and the other one bust out laughing. I tried to stop breathing by covering my mouth. The windows were opened. I was glad for that. But I wanted to gag at the rising body odor and the fleabites all over my body.

            Never would I do this again, I told myself. If my mother wouldn’t listen to me, I swore to myself that I would run away. But my body refused to move at the moment and the men came into the attic room. Only I heard their voices, both of them booming, falling over me like broken glass pieces in order to stab me with a

hot poker.

            One of them said, “Damn!” at the smell of the dead man’s body. He kicked him; I closed my eyes. Through the covers, very faintly I could see him smelling the man. He told the other man that he was dead. Sweat dripped down my body onto the attic floor. Their laughter echoed off the walls and into the other room. No one said anything after that for a moment. Finally, one of them said, “What do you think we should do? The girl’s not here but this is.” He was pointing at the dead man’s body. The other one shrugged his shoulders. 

The first one then said, “Forget it. Let’s just get out of here! I don’t want to be here when they find his body!” Their footsteps left the room. Never really did see what they looked like. A wave of faintness came over me and I knew I was about to pass out. Pulling back the covers, no one was in the room except us. For a few moments, I just sat there and caught my breath. My face, arms and legs had

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