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cluedog — It kills
Published: 2007-01-21 08:36:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 3545; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 299
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Back when I was little kid, me and my parents would visit my grandmother in Haiti, Missouri. After a long visit, we would walk home along the dark, quiet streets of the city at night. I was never that energetic of a kid, so I would, on occasion, fall behind my parents because of my slow gait. After one particular visit to my grandma's house, my mom, noting my sluggish movement, told me the story of a creature that lived in Haiti, a man with the head of a mule, that had a particular fondness for devouring children who walked the streets alone. Being a gullible little tyke, I was terrified, and I made sure from then on to keep up with my parents, always walking between them. Every once in a while, I'd turn my head and look behind us, fearful that I'd see it, running towards us in the distance under the yellow glow of the streetlights, hunched over and silent.Of course, now I know my mom made up that story to protect me, but that infernal beastie captured my imagination, and here's an illustration of it.
