Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

I shudder ed.
?I don?t think I?d like that,? I said.
He seemed sur pr ised.
?Really? Well, you don?t go str aight away,? he explained. ?It?s like a deal you
make for later. When the sun r ises, you go home and live your life as nor mal. You
just don?t have to w or r y about hell any mor e. When you die, you join ?em on the
moor instead of taking your chances w ith - you know - up or down.?
?When does it happen??
?Which bit??
I tr ied to r emember the r ules.
"A new moon on the shor test night, I r ecalled."
He shr ugged and smoked his cigar ette.
?God know s,? he said at last. ?It happened in 1957, I know that much. Come
on, Din-Dins!?
He gave the lead a little tug and w e continued dow n Moor Lane.
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Gr andpa was a big man. I?ve been told he was six-foot-four , but to me, he was
like the Colossus of Rhodes. He wasn?t made of br onze, like the or iginal, but
heaps of har d muscle, w r apped in layer s of thick w inter fabr ic.
He was always kind to me, but I found out later that he?d mellow ed in his old
age. Eventually, Dad told me a few things about his ow n childhood, and some
of them w er e har d to hear. Back in the fifties, Gr andpa dr ank spir its in the day
and beat him often. He even beat his w ife w hen she tr ied to inter vene.
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