Bad Neighbors

by solaris2001

Digging in the garden, he paused and leaned on his shovel, peering over the fence. The new neighbors were strange. They looked like an unsavory bunch, covered in tattoos and keeping the queerest hours. The rumblings of motorcycles pulling up into their driveway after midnight had woken him on more than one occasion. A few times, he saw bonfires in the backyard.  Once, he could have sworn he heard chanting coming from the garage. Yup, somebody ought to do something about it. He wiped his brow before laying down the shovel and dragging the dismembered corpse into the fresh hole.

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