the cannibal curse
Bonny Hunger was with child during the long hard winter of 1701, she and her husband Todd
lived alone, fifty miles from their closest neighbor. Their only horse had died a month before in
the accident that still had Todd laid up with a broken leg. And to make matters worse, they ran
out of food three days before, and another blizzard was blowing across the Oklahoma plains.
Weak and desperate for food, Bonny waited for Todd to fall asleep. Softly she crept across the
cold dirt floor of the tiny cabin, picked up the hatchet and swinging it, she attempted to
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The only reply you might hear would be ‘Bobby Miller is strange.’
However, the sleepy little neighborhood, in the big city, had no idea just how strange some of
their neighbors really were.
“Joey, I said wait up, didn’t you hear me?” Bobby yelled as he rounded the dumpster in the
alley, and ran into his young friend’s very stiff back. “Hey, what’s wrong with you, you see a
ghost or something Joey?” Bobby asked as he stepped in front of him to have a look.
“Oh, Oh my goodness Joey! Run, run home and call the police! Run Joey, run!” Bobby
screamed shaking his friend, bringing him out of the unpleasant time warp he seemed to be stuck
Joey’s young mind began to clear, and he accepted the seriousness of the situation that lay at his feet.
“I’m going Bobby, I’m going!” Joey yelled as he turned and ran as fast as his little legs would
carry him back down shadow-filled alley. Running, not stopping, never looking back, knowing
that the daytime nightmare from the alley would haunt him for the rest of his life, Joey ran with
Bobby‘s words bouncing off the tall buildings that closed the alley away from the rest of the
“I will be right behind you Joey.”
However, Bobby stayed behind looking at the young woman that lay among the broken bottles,
empty cans and rotting trash. He could not decide what was worse, her mutilated form, or the
filth where she had been tossed. No that was a mistake, for she had not been thrown there among
the waste. Sara Tate was a message, and she had been positioned there, positioned, and molded
into a work of art, and her discovery had been prearranged.
Joey waited for the police at the entrance to the alley, and pointed them in the direction
of the body. However, he went no further, he made a silent vow to never enter the darken lair of
death ever again, at least not while he was awake. His eyes wondered the busy street, searching
for his friend, but something deep inside told him that Bobby was still in the alley. He was still in
there all right, and he was liking what evil had done to the pretty woman.
Thirty minutes later Bobby emerged from the alley with the police, and the Medical Examiner,
along with the woman in the body bag.
“Sorry I stayed so long kid, I was half way down the alley, but the police made me take them
to the body.” Bobby said after the police had left.
“That’s okay Bobby, I just could not come back. I will never go in there again.”
“It’s alright Joey; we will find another place to play. Maybe somewhere where there is more
sunshine, more light.”...