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Buyer's Remorse
The thumping sound came ever closer, moving down the hallway toward his room, his putative sanctuary. Spinelli huddled deeper under his covers. He knew he was being a coward but he couldn't help it. It was Halloween and Jason was out prowling the streets, one with the ghouls and the goblins upon this pagan night. Cracking open one eye, he peered cautiously at the red lit clock on his night table.
"12:00 am" he breathed to himself with distress, "Oh, whenever will Stone Cold return and what will he find when he does-the broken, bloodless corpse of his loyal grasshopper?"
The thumping stopped, replaced by a grating, creaking noise as the door to the darkened room inched open. Spinelli ceased breathing, this was it, doom approached. The bumping noise sounded again, softer but still audible as it approached the bed. Inexorably the bedcovers were pulled away, even as he twisted beneath them, attempting vainly to prevent his exposure to whatever was in the room with him.
"C'mon, Spinelli, wake up, look what I found, an entire crate of orange soda, got it for a steal!" Jason grinned at him proudly.