![]() ![]() The fire inside the boiler suddenly blazed out of the opened boiler door. The man in the basement adjusted his floppy hat and glared up the stairs. A small group of young girls was skipping rope nearby. The sounds of playing children filled the air. "I told those kids not to play in my yard." ![]() It skipped past a blazing boiler, bounced off the toes of a pair of scruffy brogans, and rolled to a stop in the shadow of a tall, angular man.Ī razor-tipped finger speared the ball. "Al!" Chip croaked hoarsely as Al's steel-like fingers bit into the skin of his throat.įreddy Krueger's Tales of Terror #2: Fatal GamesĪ football tumbled down a long flight of stairs. He slapped his brother in the face as hard as he could, but Al's grip only tightened. ![]() Before Chip knew what was happening Al had his meaty hands around Chip's neck.Ĭhip tried to pry his brother's hold loose as he realized he couldn't get any air. "He can't be! It was all a joke! I was only joking! Noooo!" His features contorted into a gruesome mask of revulsion.Īnd then Al suddenly rose from the bed and came at Chip like a lunatic caught in a trance. His face was beet red and filled with terror. ![]() IT'S NOT WHETHER YOU WIN OR LOSE… UNLESS YOU'RE PLAYING DEADLY GAMES!Īl was sprawled out on top of the bed, half covered by just a sheet. ![]()
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