Slappy- Woodchipper

But I grabbed him around the waist. I pulled him off Brandon. And without thinking … without really planning it, I flung the dummy with all my strength.

  Slappy bounced off the back of the garbage truck. Then he slid down … down … and he was sucked into the truck.

  Slappy kicked and screamed as he was pulled inside.

  Brandon and I froze as a long, shrill howl rang in our ears. A howl of pain and horror.

  And then the truck began to grind. The roar drowned out the howl.

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 The light was dim at the top of the stairs. I heard a step creak and saw thin legs walking down slowly, one step at a time.

  “Ooh, what’s that smell?” someone shouted. A sharp, putrid odor floated over the basement. Kids held their noses.

  “Slappy!” I gasped.

  He stopped halfway down the stairs. His gray suit was shredded. His shoes were gone. His head and shoulders were covered in scraps of garbage.

-Slappy New Year, chapters 24-26