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| So then, I saw this floating torso of an elderly man floating over my bed. No head, no arms or legs... just a torso... hovering above me with what I interpreted to be malice aforethought! | |
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| So, I was pretty freaked out and I screamed at the top of my lungs and told the torso to go away, but he wouldn't. I didn't know what to do... | |
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| ...and then I saw the wire, holding it up. My brother, Rick had killed Mr. Henshaw, chopped off his arms and legs and head, and was hanging him over my bed for a JOKE! Can you believe that? | |
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| I'm contemplating something similar, yeah! | |
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