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Thomas headed to the playground, not really understanding while he needs to make friends. He didn't have any at school, why is it so important that he makes some now. He thought to himself as he arrived at the playground. The moment he stepped a foot inside, three boys showed up, "Hey, you!  I know you don't belong here!" yelled a young boy named Frank as he approaches.   "I do believe this is a free and for the public.  So how does it make it yours?" asked Thomas as he moves back.    "I didn't ask you anything, why are you talking?" asked Frank as he pushes him a little.   "Look, I don't want no problems, I was bored and figured I'll come here a makes some friends," he explained   

"Well, kid it looks like you just made three, but we ain't friendly," said Michael as he also pushes a little.   "Now, just get out of our playground before we kick your ass," said Tank the fatties one of the three.   He also shoved him, but fat ass pushed him so hard that Thomas fell to the ground.   When Frank walked up to him and kicked him.   Thomas quickly got up from the ground and ran.   The three bullies ran right after him, while screaming "Run boy, as fast as you can, the moment you stop, we're kicking your ass." they all said while on his trail.

Thomas ran towards home, he wasn't surprised this happen, it happened a lot, so he was unwilling, use to it.    As he ran he cut through the woods, fastest way to grandmom's house.   When Tank and Michael saw him running into the woods, they put brakes and stopped and did go any further.    Frank took a looked at them, then said, "Come on!  He's getting away!" said Frank  "Dude, let him get away, I'm tired of running." said Tank  "And me I'm not going anywhere, those who enter the woods never come out."said Michael  "Oh, come on, I'm not running around with a pack of wolves, I'm hanging around with a pack of chickens!  Fine!  Stay, I go get him and bring him back, then we'll kick his as some more." said Frank   "Whatever dude!" said Michael as they watch him disappeared between the trees.

Thomas was still running and running, but not looking back.  For as long as he knew, they were still chasing him, so he ran.    Frank enters the woods running looking for Thomas.  He ran and ran and when he noticed that he didn't see Thomas anywhere he stopped running and began to look around, trying to figure out which way he went.  "Come out, come out, all we want to do is play with you," he yelled as he walked around searching behind trees and bushes.   Thomas was already home, he entered the house through the kitchen door, looking for Mr. Riddle for help.  When he realized he couldn't find him, he ran to his room and hide in the closet.

Frank still in the woods, calling out for Thomas, "Come on boy, the longer you take the harder I'm going to hit you when I find you." he yelled while he laughed at the same time.  "So, boy, who are you going to hit?" asked Mr. Riddle who was now standing right behind Frank  When he turned around to answer him, Mr. Riddle smack him over the head with a shovel.   "Thomas has done go, Mrs. Haddy, love to feed on bullies."  he muttered as he gagged him and tied him up."

Mr. Riddle then continues what he was doing when he got interrupted.   He was burning the bones, of Mrs. Haddy"s past meals.  They were eaten to the bone.  The only thing that was going to the grave were bones of at least five people remains.

When he finished, he slipped the bully over his shoulder and headed to the house.  When he arrived at the house.  Behind a large tree, there was an underground shelter, cover by a door made of fake grass.  Once place down on the ground, it camouflage, as though there's nothing there.   He went down the steps and place the kid on a table.  Tieing him up in the form of an X.

While he tied up the boy the kid happened to wake up.  "Hey, what is this?  Who are you?  Get away from me." said Frank as he was trying to get loose.   Mr. Riddle covered his mouth up again, "Don't you know that bullies die?" he asked the kid with a big smile.   Frank tried to speak, but it was impossible.   Then Mr. Ribble walked around the table and placed four pails, under each hand and foot.  Then with his verminously long nail, he cut his artery and Frank struggle to scream as he passed out.   The blood ran down the rest into the pails below them.  He stood and watch as he changes the pails, as he got full.  

Once he completed this process, he took the buckets into another room that resembled a wine cellar.  He began to pour the blood into empty bottles.  When he was done, he went back to Franks body, as he separates the meat and kept the arms and legs to prepare for dinner.  The rest of the body, he then seasoned for the next day.