When the title came easily to him, he never suspected anything. Then he saw the lizard flee from its hideout. Maybe that's a distraction, he thought. Next came the strange sounds from upstairs. He didn't quite figure out what they were. All he knew was that this room was perfect to rattle out a horror story for the seedy old newspaper editor of Ghoul Times.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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