Dwarf

There is a homicidal dwarf out in the hall. Actually, he doesn't want to kill me so much as he wants to fuck me. Just now, when I went out there, he rushed me and pinned me to the floor. I just barely held him back from satisfying his desire.

I thought, before I managed to get free of his uncanny dwarf strength, "I've had a long and beautiful life, and here I am, about to be fucked by some kind of an evil dwarf."

I tried to go up into the attic, but he was already there, grinning down at me. It's safe in here, though, in my parents' bedroom. I already checked under the bed and he wasn't there.

You know, I think I've got the solution to this whole dwarf problem. He can only be killed by being stabbed through the brain. I've got a pair of scissors here, and pretty soon, I'm going to go back out there and try to summon him.

"Come and get me, dwarf," I'll say, "come say goodnight."

Victoria's Secret/Mini-Golf

I wandered into Victoria's Secret.
They said, what size are you?
I said, I'm just looking for a friend.

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I found the letters you left at the mini-golf place. You were hiding out there when you were on the run. It's a good place to hide, even though there's a camera. I know because I've hidden there, myself.

The things I found that pertained to me:
     
     -A picture you had drawn of us in twin beds
     -A picture you had drawn of me with a guitar

You must have dropped the love words into the whirlpool feature.

Mr. Kiriyama

Mr. Kiriyama was my hero. He sold dead fish at his fish market and living fish at his pet store. He helped me when my brother put a "wolf fish" in my room that kept biting me, even after its head had been cut off. The wolf fish came from the deepest trenches of the ocean, where primeval creatures untouched by millions of years of higher evolution still dwell. Mr. Kiriyama came from Japan.

He was bald, with long hair on the back and sides, and he had a high, bony forehead and a mustache.

He gave me a betta in a plastic box of water, once and told me the fluttering and floating creature was a dream that had been extracted from someone's head, even though we both knew it was just a fish.

The Village of Sorrows

The Village of Sorrows is located on the sea. Not on an island, but on an imagining of flatness. This is the place where all the evil thoughts live. If you have a thought that scares you, and you are within the boundaries of the Village of Sorrows, it immediately comes true. If you imagine that thousands of spiders live in your stomach and that they pour out of your asshole at night and come home in the morning, and that you can feel them, moving around in there all day, then that will become your reality.

I suppose your relationship with the spiders could become, over time, quite companionable. You would always be able to count on them, leaving every night and coming home every morning. You might even begin to welcome them home, the way a housewife welcomes her husband at the end of a long day's work.