Horror Movie

His moustaches swing, pendulous and epic, as he runs through the low gurgling water. The water sprays into his eyes as it is kicked up by his knees, pumping almost as high as his chest. Shaking his head to get through the burning, he looks back, over his shoulder, at the stitched-together person chasing him, the strong, powerful hands hold the scissors made for cutting flesh and bone. Or branches from a tree. They suit the purpose for now.


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