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

looking at a dirty magazine, they were saying that it hurt but it was too late to stop.

            At first, I didn’t feel anything but then he moved back and realized that I still had my panties on. Louie took them off. Dennis put his thing in my mouth but I gagged, which was funny to him for some reason. Louie then opened my legs again. It felt like someone was pinching me and he told Dennis, no, he asked

Dennis if he was supposed to feel anything. Dennis said, of course and playfully called me a doofus. He’s kissed me in my ear with his tongue and I started to tell him that I hadn’t cleaned my ears out in over a week but then Louie entered me again.

            It really hurt and I cried a little. Dennis comforted me by rubbing my hair and saying really nasty things in my ear, he said that I had a black hole and he loved the fact that I was letting them into my world. I wanted to tell him that I was just using him to be closer to Louie and I was just using Louie to make him laugh. I could hear now a dog barking across the street.

            We were on the edge of eternity and hiding from the rest of the world. I didn’t even know how Sam and Dennis and Louie got here but they did, just like we did. We were lucky to rely on the kindness of Mr. Wolf but could Billie have made it here all by herself if I hadn’t been with her? I panicked for a moment when I saw a homeless man pull back the gate and head toward Billie and Benny.

I pointed to him but Louie and Dennis wouldn’t look at him. I swore I saw a clear bag of hot dogs in his hands, his face covered with soot; his beastly eyes

fixated on our naked eyes and then I saw him grab a broken tire under a graffiti sign I couldn’t make out. It was too dark but something along the lines of a figure eight or maybe it was a man walking away from me but maybe I was wrong and that was what I felt like writing on the wall. The man finally disappeared into a clump of trees and I was no ghost hunter, so I left him alone.

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