Read by Tina Connolly
Originally published in Fantasy Magazine.
Neither knew what the Weirdo did with his captives, but it was hard to think of a possibility that wasn’t horrible. Not when you saw that figure, with its thatched gray hair, lumpy shoulders and white hands as big as baseball gloves, carry some hapless creature into the house with the broken drainpipes and curtained windows. Even cooking and eating seemed too simple, too close to human.
“Sal,” Macey said, “we’ve got to find out.”
“You keep saying that.” Sal picked fuzzies off the bedspread, her mind drifting to the fair’s candy-bright commotion.
“But now I have a plan.”
Rated PG: Contains weirdos, children (the two are not mutually exclusive), and a very small door.