A simple farmer receives a horse from the gods, a man sells ice creams named after missing schoolkids, the demolition of a hotel brings an old horror to light, a wounded soldier finds the real enemy is in his own camp, a family inherits a peculiar r...
Quint was never quite sure what he saw that day. It had happened so fast. Clubs had spewed out of the bag like tentacles; Mr. Green had screamed as they tightened around his arms, legs, neck. Then the bag's mouth had opened up wide, and he was dragged in.
A moment later, he was gone.
Smith had smiled at Quint, picked up the bag, and walked off through the trees towards the clubhouse. Quint never saw him again.
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