Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

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?Did ye feel anything str ange back ther e?? asked Lachie as they descended the
next par t of the br ae. The w ind had slackened but the night r emained full of violent
noise, that of waves pulver ising themselves on the r ocks below them.
Jimmy snor ted, ?Everything was str ange. What a fucking w eir do!?
?When w e fir st enter ed his house, I had this scr ew ed-up notion that? I was
ceasing to exist.?
?Huh!? Jimmy held up his bottle, now tw o-thir ds empty. ?My w hisky near ly
ceased to exist. The cheek of him insisting that I pour big dr ams for his plastic lady
fr iends too. I bet just now he?s scoofing all that w hisky and laughing at me!? Then
he became philosophical. ?Still, it?ll make a gr eat anecdote. Your mates dow n in
Glasgow w ill pish themselves laughing w hen ye r elate the tale of spending New
Year ?s Night, 2011, w ith Wullie MacNeill and his Wild West shop dummies.?
Again, something in Jimmy?s w or ds niggled at Lachie. New Year ?s Night, 2011?
Sur ely that wasn?t r ight?
Another house appear ed, the lar ge one belonging to Donald Far quhar. Its
silhouette looked even blacker than the backdr op of the sea behind it. They
knocked on its door but Gr anny Ander son was pr oved cor r ect again. Donald wasn?t
at home.
?Do ye think,? asked Jimmy, ?he?s r eally in the Canar y Islands, having it away
w ith some young Spanish lassie??
?Well, Donald?s supposed to have made a for tune w hen he sold off his far mland,
so he could w ell be on some fancy holiday. Don?t know about the Spanish lassie
stuff, though. I suspect that?s typical Gr anny Ander son bullshit.
?He?s lucky he?s been able to tr avel lately.?
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