March 1: It glistens in the yellow dusk

The manhole cover glistens in the yellow dusk.

I can see it through the hole in the fence. There's someone down below. Someone with a knife.

Our house is dark. My parents are in Florida and my older brother is asleep. I told him there's a madman in the sewers but he doesn't believe me.

In the yellow dusk, the manhole cover moves. There is the squeal of a hundred rats. Then eyes.

And the moon is full.

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