Ghoul Boy
By J. Lynne Moore
Marvin cowered behind the dumpster; he held his breath, tears streamed down his face. Silently he prayed, “Please don’t let them find me.”
Growing up was not easy for Marvin, his mother being a funeral director and mortician didn’t help. The relentless teasing was becoming unbearable and it was escalating. In grade school, it was nicknames like “Mutant Marvin” and “Ghoul Boy”, but now, in high school, they had taken to beating him. He had to find a way to make it stop.
Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in the back of his neck… “They’ve found me!” …then all went back.
Marvin woke, finding himself laying on his mother’s stainless-steel table, his mother was there, but something was different, had her face always been that porcelain white?
In a sickly-sweet voice, she said, “I have a gift for you son…” She pointed to three open coffins each held a lifeless body of a bully. “Mother’s taken care of these, now the rest are for you…”
Behind her, tied up, were the other bullies, without hesitation Marvin pounced, sinking his newly found fangs into the neck of the nearest boy…
Revenge never tasted sweeter!
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