Again, Glen settled down after about five minutes. He stood there and glared at them.

Howie murmered, “This ain’t funny no more. This is really giving me the creeps.”

Bill agreed. “So, now what?”

“Hell, I don’t know. Y’all seemed to have it figured out. What next?”

“I guess we wait here ‘til morning.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna go get the shotgun and move everyone into the cellar. Your moms are gonna freak out, but I ain’t taking any chances in case Glen gets loose. You got it covered until I get back?”

“Yeah.” Bill reached down next to his chair and picked up his camera. “I’m gonna take some pictures.”

The first time Bill snapped a picture, the flash sent Glen into...

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