Every night, the thought of the Kool-Aid man sends a shiver down

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Every night, the thought of the Kool-Aid man sends a shiver down my spine. His cold, class fingers holding me down as he forces the red cherry flavored juice down my throat makes me sweat. I vividly remember the pitcher shaped hole he had left in my plaster wall, which remains, only a slab of wood put behind it lets a cold breeze through. I go out to the kitchen to drink, it helps me forget the loud "OH YEAH" blasted from the large cold drink. Then, as I pour the alcohol into the glass, I hear a knock on the door. wobbling towards it and lazily turning the knob reveals my greatest nightmare. The Kool-Aid man; here to make me suffer once again. I tremble as the bulbous figure wiggles through my door, reaching at me with his icy fingers. I grab a chair and throw it, with no effect taking place other than making him angry. He runs at me at full force, readying his stout at my anus and filling me with his red juice. He once again leaves with a gash in the wall.