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Horror short story

Students were discouraged from venturing into the park's public toilet. Of course they all knew, in whispers and titters, it was because of the hole. Not much bigger than a fist, it looked to have been brutally bashed right through the third cubicle's wall. That poky little cubicle with its crooked door was the crux of a whole slew of lurid urban legends.


Even girls from the neighbouring campus seemed in on it; shocked the hell out of Jack the first time he overheard them giggling and carrying on. Girls were supposed to be nicer than that. Why should they know anything about the men's toilet?...

Glory can be enjoyed as part of Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two.

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