The Man Who Hides in the Shadows: My Suburban Nightmare

There's always a battered, murky house at the end of the road where the witch lives.  She's old, grumpy and lonely, and she scowls at kids who run away from her because they know, should they stray too close, she'll abduct them, cook and eat them.  Well there's one such person who lives near me.  They don't live in a cobwebby, crumbling mansion, though, they live in a small group of flats, the one in the far corner with ply wood nailed to the door.  And it isn't a she, but a he.  And this guy is very, very scary.

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