The Butcher is Scarier than the Ghosts of the Civl War

I arrived home to a door locked and deadbolted and, as the cat rubbed my legs and waited for me to let us both in, I heard nothing, just the quiet of an empty house. I sat down, checked my email, and then called the Butcher.

He answered and I could hear a lot of noise in the background.

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Playing some video games, maybe watching a movie.”

“Cool. What time do you work?”

“Five thirty.”

“Well, I’m going to head over to the Professor’s after a bit, so I probably won’t see you.”

“What are y’all doing?”

“Hanging out. Eating potato pancakes. Watching a movie.”

“You should see Thank You for Smoking.”


“Okay, bye.”


I’m sitting here a little longer, reading my email from Coble when all of a sudden, as plain as day, I hear the refrigerator door open. I turn to look to see who it is.

It’s the Butcher!

And even though my eyes could clearly see it was the Butcher and my brain clearly registered that it was him, I still screamed like a little girl and about peed my pants.

So, apparently he was not over at a friend’s house playing video games, but upstairs.

Anyway, this heart is by the same artist as the skull from earlier. It’s supposed to bring love. If it works on the same principle as the skull, I’m not sure how.


One thought on “The Butcher is Scarier than the Ghosts of the Civl War

  1. I want to see That You for Not Smoking. One of these nights we’ll have to stop talking long enough to put in a movie.

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