Dare

Glonky slinked along the alleyway. His prey was in sight. Two unsuspecting schoolchildren, young enough for fall for his tricks but old enough to think they could outsmart him. He suppressed a bout of hideous laughter and crept forward. His talon-like fingers clicked on concrete. His snout twitched at the smell of young, soft flesh. He emerged into the sunlight, stretched himself up to full-height. He towered over them.

“Hey kids,” his voice rasped, “you know what would make you really cool and popular?”

He brandished a fat doobie and watched with sickening glee as their eyes widened. The stench of marijuana was thick in the air. He knew they would never resist. He also knew the power that reefer had over humans. If they took even one whiff of this dank toke they’d be hooked forever.

One of the boys reached out with trembling hands.