I tried to check-out the black box, but it said undefined.

“Miss, what’s wrong with this?”

“Oh—I trust you to return it.”

“Why?” I asked. “I have the worst library record, of anybody. I’m surprised they don’t think I’m stealing books.”

“Oh—some of us do. But a thief who reads, is okay in my book. It’s like the murderer who steals a bible. It’ll probably do him some good.”

I left, bewildered.

I hoped that whatever was in the box would cure my insomnia.

I watched a movie about a writer who got murdered by a crazy bitch. She did it with an icepick, after she copulated.

I glanced at my cell phone. Three new messages, and a picture.

She looked better with her clothes off. I couldn’t believe my good luck.

She was the sexy librarian (one of my male fantasies). It was hard to sleep, knowing, that a woman was just waiting, to jump me, but I put in the CD, and hoped for the best.

A mystical voice turned me on. She said, “The boy walked through the dark forest following bread crumbs…”

I fell asleep, and I dreamed that I stumbled upon a house. I knocked on the door, and she opened it. It was full of witches. They were naked, and they needed me to help them with their ritual. They started to undress me, and when they got me naked, they plopped me in their pot, and got in. They were blond, with milky-white skin. Then, the head witch walked in. She had black hair, green eyes, and pointy breasts.

“Is he tender enough?” She asked. Immediately, I felt their hands on me, grabbing my flesh.

“I think so,” the little one said.

“Okay, let’s go ahead and eat him.” Their sharp teeth plunged into my neck and the water began boiling red. The head witch turned the heat all the way up. I was screaming. She was preparing to jump in. My skin was coming off the bone and the witches were laughing. Their eyes were sunken in, and their teeth were black and silver, like they had a bad dentist. They probably ate too much flesh.

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. It was bloody. They say that Christ sweat blood in the garden of Gethsemane because he knew he would be crucified.

I knew, I was going to be eaten alive.

To be continued…

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