The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 21

2:58 a.m.

Charles snored away that early morning. The window beside his bed was wide open, allowing in only a faint whisper of cool air into the already stuffy apartment.His rest was a stressful one.

He had to force himself to fall asleep, and hearing Lynnette's crying voice ringing repeatedly back in his dreams didn't help matters at all.Clothed in only a tank top shirt and boxers, the man laid flat on his stomach with his left hand dangling off the bed.

Underneath the bed, however, there was another appendage, a claw that was slowly reaching out from under. It crept its way upwards until it touched Charles' limp hand. The very second it was able to connect, the claw violently snatched the man off the bed and onto the floor where it then proceeded to pull a waking Charles under.

he could not only free

enveloped under the bed, the bed itself wobbled and vibrated for at least two whole minutes before spilling Charles' body back out onto the floor

Charles coughed and gagged against the radiator while crying like a baby. Neighbors banged against the wall and hollered for him to "keep quiet," and "shut up," but the man

radiator, Charles Mercer could not even pray...he couldn't even remember a God.

The time was still early, but not late. Charles, still adorned in his nighttime wear, slowly walked up the staircase until he found himself at a final door.Then, with a lethargic right hand, he twisted the knob and simply allowed the door to swing

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