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"That doesn't look real, not even close," Henry Burrows said as he watched Freddie Krueger maul one of his victims. Without a gasp or even a small flinch, Henry watched the horror film as he casually munched on some popcorn. Perhaps the movie didn't faze him because of the 30 years he'd served as chief inspector where he had witnessed all too many real, gruesome murders.
Nothing scared old Henry Burrows any more. A bachelor, Henry was alone in the house on this night. His body sunk deep down in his favorite reclining chair with his feet propped up. He dug his hands into the bowl of steaming hot, buttery popcorn that rested on his lap. Next to the popcorn, a basket of Hershey kisses rested on the table. He reached into the basket, unwrapping the chocolate from its foil before throwing it in his mouth. Popcorn and chocolate was the kind of diet his doctor had warned him to avoid. But, he wasn't worried. He knew how to take care of himself.
"Don't go over to the window cuz you know he's out there," Henry said, shaking his head in disgust at the television. Henry knew how to size up any situation, and he could smell danger a mile away.
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