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Small Town Monsters

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Chapter 6

Marvin Payne died on a cool September night. The full moon bathed the lonely shack in hoary light. The shack sat in a clearing three quarters of a mile south of the Depalma Beach Scout Camp. Scout programs had dried up for the year and the camp stood deserted except for Marvin Payne, whom Austin Dievers, the camp owner, had learned to trust as caretaker during the winter months. The shack’s door lay broken open, the victim of a rogue gust two nights earlier. Marvin had hung a tarp over the opening to ward off most of the night freeze, but cold air still seeped inside to chill his bones. He would ask Austin to help him fix the door on the weekend.

Marvin slept, bundled in a makeshift bed crafted from old crates and used timber. Austin had provided a mattress and some old blankets. It was better than the old days when Marvin had slept in the alley behind the old theater in a tick-ridden bedroll on an army surplus army cot he had found in a dumpster.

Something in the thick woods outside Marvin’s shack shifted. For the briefest moment a pair of silver eyes winked from just outside the shack’s little yard as the predator closed in. The predator stood on four legs, its body a solid mass of

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Marvin Payne