
~post by Steve(n) W.
As the fluorescent lights flicker and the recycled air goes swampy, as the corridors stretch endlessly in front of you, and you realize you may not be alone in the labyrinthine hallways of BookPeople, you can take grim solace in the knowledge that whatever fate may befall you is just a part of the natural order of things.
Your panicked mind starts free-associating paranoia. Monsters eat people. That’s what makes them monsters. If they didn’t, they would just be ugly pets. Like pugs. Science dictates that monsters be scary, and there is definitely a scary monster in here with you. You don’t hear its labored breathing until you start to run, but, by then, you have already tripped over the shattered skeletons of the unluckier members of the Nightmare Factory book club.
Their failure imbues you with strength. If the beast has already consumed this…
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