These were man’s best friends.
Chapter Four
Nightmare’s funeral fell on a warm Sunday afternoon. The whole ceremony took place inside of his mother’s home. There were gangsters that no one had seen since the birth of the set coming out of the woodworks to pay their respect to the fallen soldier. When the attendees entered through the door of Mrs. Grant’s home they were expecting to find an open coffin with the deceased lying inside at peace, but instead they found Nightmare standing on his own two feet. His corpse looked like a wax figure standing in his mother’s living room. His face wore a mad dog stare and his eyes were covered by black sunglasses. His hair was parted into squares with small afro puffs coming out of them. He stood with his heels touching each other creating half of th
