Yes, I noticed right away her dark, foreboding intentions calmly worming into my skin. It was too late to turn back now. I reached for the unopened can of Tab, but it has been sitting there far too long and was no longer cold. Despair set in at this point. I knew she would be back, cackling like a slave-witch as soon as she entered the room, mocking my every intention. The Nightman inside me would soon break out and I would be able to bring myself out of the darkness. There was little time. The glue I had been huffing wasn't really working. It may have been elmer's. Non-toxic. Maybe if I do enough of it everything will work out just fine. I couldn't have been more wrong. As adversed in bird law as I was, I could have never anticipated such a display of legal prowess. She had me by the balls, and I had no balls left to grip. I needed to find a way to avoid prison time. I'd be damned if I ended up as somebody's cabana boy, carrying balloons of heroin around in my keister like a ******* mule. The day finally came, and I was no longer afraid. The Night man had done his damage, but she was still out there. I suddenly remember she was still out there and I couldn't help but feel the cold sweat slowly start forming and running down the nape of my neck. The wildcard had finally been pulled. This is where it all ends. Now I'll never know the truth about her. Silence was now the worst sensation I had ever experienced. Each passing second the same silence, tension rising exponentially. The kittens were dead now. The mittens couldn't save them. I tried to explain this to her but she wouldn't listen. Again the night begin to fall. I had spent all day in the attic smashing beer bottles. Here it comes, another night in hell. I consumed what little cat food I could find and jumped into bed. A moment of sheer panic ensued when I realized there was a turd in the midst of myself and the one I shared the bed with. Where had this turd come from? Could I have produced it unconsciously in a fit of panic? Nobody could tell now. The cat food made me ill, and I drifted off to sleep finally. The Night man would have to wait another time...
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