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Night School
Night School
Night School
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Night School

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Another story in the Rodger and Chuck series.
Chuck's master is in town, and Chuck is looking for answers. Rodger is along for the ride, but not feeling too safe. Find out how our heroes react when meeting a Master vampire.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherT. A. Staver
Release dateJun 24, 2012
ISBN9781476274355
Night School
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T. A. Staver

I live in Illinois, married with kids. I started writing to scratch an itch I've had for a few years. Contact me at: T.A.Staver@hotmail.com Send me an email to tell me if you liked my story. Or send an email to shoot the breeze about writing.

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    Night School - T. A. Staver

    Night School

    By T. A. Staver

    Copyright 2012 T. A. Staver

    Cover Art Copyright 2012 Julie Staver

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    The cold air smelled damp and musty, like a graveyard. A hand, as hard as iron, gripped my arm. I looked away from my arm, towards the sky. The sun had set and the moon shone full and bright. A thumping beat, like a kettle drum, pounded out a slow rhythm. Looking in the direction of the thudding sound, I saw an elephant lumbering down the hallway. Its tusks were straight and pointy; sharp. The sight filled me with fear, and I closed the lid to the coffin, hoping it would pass by my bedroom without seeing me. As I waited, I pulled a crucifix out of my pants pocket, just in case. I heard a voice speaking in a language dead when Rome was just a village, and I knew that it was Satan, coming to steal my soul. But why did my neck itch so? Hands flying to my collar, I swatted away the mosquitos as large as birds. Satan’s voice grew louder, but not clearer. My neck itched so bad that I thought I would scratch it raw. Satan’s voice grew even louder, and now I could almost make out the words. Suddenly, the casket lid flew off, and I was exposed to the cold

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