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The 612 Fingers of a Strange, Wicked Man
By
William Pauley III
He is a suspicious-looking man. His eyes black with no whites. He wears sunglasses, a hat and a black slicker on a dry, hot summer night. He is carrying a ratty, oversized suitcase and shakes in an uncontrolled fit.
He steps out from the shadows and onto the street.
He is arrested twenty minutes later.
The cops seize the man’s suitcase, but with much difficulty. For such a rat of a man he sure put up quite a scrap for his luggage. The cops beat the man half to death before finally being able to pry the case from his grappling crooked, little fingers. Inside of the case are more crooked, little fingers, 612 to be exact, rooted from their owner’s palms.
The cops bark questions into the strange man’s face, spittle collects and slides down his cheek. But there is never an answer, never a flinch. Just a smile. Just a strange, wicked smile.
Finally, the man opens his mouth, but not to speak. He wants them to look inside! They slowly move toward the strange man, their curiosity furiously eating into fear. The man’s tongue has been ripped from its root leaving only the scars to prove it. The man begins to laugh with a strange, frightening cackle, formed in absence of his tongue.
The cops back away in horror.
They will never know the answers to their questions.
And neither will you.
WILLIAM PAULEY III is a living, breathing human being who holds his own in the dark and bloody hills of Kentucky. His fists are in a constant struggle to find the perfect medium between art and rage. His writing collection, entitled LIVINHELL: The Demon Writings of William Pauley III, was recently published and is available for purchase at Amazon.com.