Dumb son

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Dumb Sonkort horrorverhaal

Het verhaal van lieve, geestelijk beperkte Toby, zijn liefde voor Chinese hapjes, en zijn confrontatie met een seriemoordenaar.  


  • Eerste publicatie als podcast op Sniplits (18 november 2009)


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Dumb son


Toby walked to where he’d pinned his Big Chart against the wall and slid his new Trophy from his overall. He was right: it was an important piece. He laughed aloud when he saw where it went: it was a thigh! He’d carried a thigh in his thigh! It was a bit smaller than his own thigh though; it didn’t come all the way down to his knee.

Holding the flashlight closer, he could just make out the name on the Big Chart. ‘F-E-M-U-R’ he read, but it wasn’t like any other word he knew, so it would be hard to remember.

As carefully as he could, he put the thigh with the other Trophies, right where it belonged. Stepping back, he shone his flashlight over the whole collection. His favorite part, the skull, was right at his feet.

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