As the thing came closer, what was left of Nicks body became revealed and I could see how the dead boys eyes had bled from the trauma inflicted upon him; they dripped with steady succession onto the floor between his splayed legs. He looked like a rejected marionette tossed haphazardly in the corner by a frustrated puppeteer, his head drooping so low that his chin rested against his chest. His motionless arms lay at his sides, both of them squeezed into tight fists, as if hed died futilely trying to defend himself.
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About J. Tonzelli, The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween
J. Tonzelli, The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween.