- Aug 28, 2014
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Describe the aura of evil.
I shutter to think about it.
It was at a Gator Club. He was signing autographs. When it came my turn I asked him to sign a football. Maybe I didn't say please. He looked at me for a moment. With a cold reptilian stare. The hair in the back of neck stood up. I felt him judge me. "You worthless ****, you've never amounted to anything and you never will. I use to beat up kids like you two at a time on the playground." His lips didn't move but I heard it just the same.
I'm relatively sure he stole my soul that night.