“I glanced further down the tree-flanked corridor, sunlight trickling through the overhead canopy of trees and flickering at me like the headlight of a ghostly locomotive–hurtling toward me, its whistle shrieking, ‘Get out of the way before I hurt you.’
That was perhaps the most repeated phrase I had heard throughout the course of my life–‘Please leave or I’m going to hurt you.’ “
–Eric LaRocca, “Please Leave or I’m Going to Hurt You”, The Trees Grew Because I Bled There: Collected Stories
GhoulieJoe 
This sounds depressing! 👍
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And how!
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