CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - A Stitch In Time* 1 *
Helliard lay on the floor, staring at Duane’s rotting body, wondering just how the hell had he ever thought that thing was still alive. He looked at Duane’s body now and he could see the bits of bone showing through the trough that the shotgun had plowed. He saw the maggots and flies swizzling and gnawing. The haystack boogerman was by the window watching poor Mad-Again lure another victim in.
How long had this game been going on - her, luring them in and that thing finishing them off? It was like one of them monster movies, only this was real. He could hear the haystack boogerman, just as close as death. He could see its legs, looming over him like a pair of dirty stilts. He could hear its slow wet shuffling, all meat and grass and mud, with
