Bloodlust

My friends had gotten rather sadistic of late. They graduated from torturing and killing insects and birds to small animals. But that didn't satisfy their craving for blood. They wanted to kill a human.

The unfortunate target was old man Potter, who lived in a shack deep in the woods, and was meaner than the Devil himself.

We met at twilight at the edge of the woods. I always went but never partook of their savagery. They started in. I couldn't move. They laughed and clucked like a chicken at me until they slowly disappeared from sight.

They never returned.