Super Trick or Treat System

She pointed to the stye.

Redman walked the remaining few yards to the wall of the pigsty, expecting but not daring to expect straw, blood, pig and Lacey.

But Lacey is not there. The sow, as big and like a bead as always, was standing in her own dance step, her huge and ridiculous ears beating her eyes.

"Where is Hennessy?" Redman asked, seeing the sow's gaze.

"Here," the boy said.

"This is a pig."

"She ate him," the young man said with a smile. He obviously thought the idea was pleasant. "She ate him: he said it out loud."

Redman wanted to laugh. In contrast, this makes Lacey's ghost story seem reasonable. They told him that the pig was hidden.

"Did you hang yourself like Tommy said?"

Leftal nodded.

"In the pigpen?"

Nodding again.

Suddenly, the pig showed a different state. In his imagination, he saw her reaching out to sniff the feet of her twitching body, feeling that death was coming, and salivating at the thought of its flesh. He saw her licking the dew that oozes from her skin as it rotted, licked it, gave it a gentle touch at first, and then swallowed it. It is not very difficult to understand how boys can make myths about this atrocities: invent hymns, and look after pigs like a god. Candles, respect, and Lacey’s intentional sacrifice: this is evidence of disease, but it is not surprising compared to a thousand other beliefs and practices. He even began to understand Lacey's burnout, he was unable to resist the power that surpassed him.

Mom, they feed me to pigs.

Not mother, save me, save me. Justice: They gave me pigs.

All he can understand: they are children, many of them have a low level of education, some are mentally unstable and tend to be superstitious. But this does not explain. She stared at the stye again, and Redman registered for the first time that her hair was untied and was lying on her honey-red shoulders by candlelight. He said: "To me, it looks simple and simple."

"She speaks in his voice," Leffertal said quietly. "Maybe in tongues. He will be heard in a while. My baby boy."

Then he understood. "you and?"

She said: "It doesn't look so scary." "He is eighteen years old: his hair is darker than you have seen. He loves me." "Why did he hang himself?"

She said: "To live forever, so he will never die as a man."

"We haven't found him for six days," the young man said, almost whispering in Redman's ear, "Even then, once she has herself, she won't let anyone approach him. Pig, I mean. Not a doctor. Everyone loves Kevin, you know," he said intimately, "he is beautiful.

"Where is Lacey?"

Levotar's loving smile disappeared.

"With Kevin," the young man said, "Kevin wants his place." He pointed to the stye door, the corpse lying on the straw, and returned to the door.

The boy said: "If you want him, you have to save him." The second moment, he held Redman's neck tightly.

The sow reacted to the sudden action. She started poking in the straw, showing her white eyes. Redman tried to get rid of the boy's grip while extending his elbows to his abdomen. The boy flinched, entangled and cursed, and had to be replaced by LeVital.

"Go find him," she said, clutching Redman's hair. "If you want him, give it to him." Her nails were nailed to his temples and nose, just missing his eyes.

"Let go of me!" he said, trying to throw the woman away, but she clung tightly and swayed her head back and forth as she tried to press him against the wall.

Everything else happened at an alarming rate. Her long hair swept over the candle flame, her head caught fire, and the flame rose rapidly. She screamed for help and stumbled at the door. It can't support her weight and leans inward. When the burning woman fell into the straw, Redman looked helplessly. The flames spread feverishly towards the sow in the front yard, igniting the fire.

Even now, at the extreme, this pig is still a pig. There is no miracle here: no tongues or pleading. Surrounded by the fire, the animal panicked, turned her foot and licked her flanks. The flames filled her side and the top of her head, and the smoky smoky smell permeated her, like a grass fire.

Her voice is that of a pig, and her complaint is that of a pig. The hysterical cooing escaped her lips, and she crossed the front yard of the wheat grains, walked out of the broken gate, and trampled on LeVital.

The body of the sow is still burning, intertwined in pain when crossing the field at night, this is a miraculous thing. When the darkness swallowed her, her cries did not diminish. They seemed to be echoing back and forth in the field, unable to find a way out of the locked room.

Redman stepped over Lefthal's fire corpse and entered a sty. The straw burned on all sides, and the fire spread towards the door. Facing the dense smoke, he half closed his eyes and hid in the pig house. Lacey had been lying all the time and went back to the door. Redman turned the boy around. He is still alive. He woke up. His face was full of tears and fear. He raised his eyes and raised his head from the grass pillow. The eyes were so wide that they looked very suitable and could jump off his head.

"Stand up," Redman said, leaning on the boy.

His little body was stiff, and that was all Redman could do to separate his limbs. The smoke disappeared, and he began to coax the boy to put his feet on his feet.

"Come on, it's okay, come on."

He stood up straight and wiped his hair. Redman felt a little rain from the worm on his face and glanced up and found what was still hanging on the barn beam or what was left of him. His characteristics are puzzling, and he is black. His body was punctured by the hip, and his internal organs hung on the foul body, dangling in front of the wriggling Redman face.

If it were not for thick smoke, the smell of the body would overwhelm everything. It was Redman's uprising at the time, and his aversion gave his arm strength. He dragged Lacey out of the shadow of his body, then pushed him away.

The outside of the straw was no longer burning as brightly as before, but the fire, candles and burning body still made him look out in the dark room.

"Come on, man," he said, lifting the child from the fire. The boy's eyes are brightly buttoned and deranged. They said it was in vain.

They crossed the pigpen to the gate, skipped the corpse, and entered the darkness of the wilderness. Every step they took away from the farm seemed to excite him from the severely injured state. Behind them, the stye is still fresh in the memory. Looking to the future, the night remains as indestructible as ever.

Redman tried not to think about the pig. It must be dead now.

But when they are running, there seems to be a kind of noise on the ground, because the huge thing follows them, contented to keep the distance, now stay alert, but pursue it relentlessly.

He grabbed Lacey's arm, hurriedly, the sunlight from the ground bake under their feet. Lacey is crying now, there is no sound yet, but at least it sounds good. This is a good sign, and Redman needs a sign.

He is full of madness.

They arrived at the building without problems. The corridor was as empty as when he left an hour ago. Maybe no one has found the body yet. It is possible that no boy seems to be suitable for entertainment. Maybe they sneaked into the dormitory silently and slept for a week.

It's time to find a phone and call the police.

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