and had a pilot's license. We had tried in vain to call him but only got a busy signal. In desperation my wife and I drove over to his house to seek his assistance. His front door was cracked open but no one answered when we rung his door bell. We were about to leave when my wife heard something inside and decided to investigate further.
As soon as she pushed the door open Tom burst out and tackled my wife. He was covered in red hives. I yelled at Tom to stop and then he bit her. Bit my wife. He wouldn’t stop; it was like he was trying to eat her. I picked Tom up and threw him over the porch railing. He broke the railing in the process and before Tom could get back to his feet I picked up one of the banister supports and began beating him with it. Whenever I let up, Tom just continued to try and attack me.
I finally stopped when Tom ceased to move. I checked on my wife and aside from the bite mark on her left arm she seemed okay. Then she started screaming. I turned to look and saw the bloody sack of skin and bones that used to be Tom Brighton trying to climb its way back up the steps to the porch. I could see what was left of his mouth gnashing its teeth back and forth in anticipation of the main course. I bashed Tom’s head in until there was nothing left but a stain on the steps. It was the only thing that seemed to make him stop.
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