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There once lived two poor children named Tommy and Ally. Their parents had died long ago and they didn’t have any money to buy food, so they went down to the cemetery and dug up the fresh graves before eating the liver of the newly departed. One cold winter’s night, Ally and Tommy didn’t have any food. Tommy offered to take a look around the cemetery for fresh graves and left Ally at the front gate. Tommy looked around the cemetery, but nobody had been buried in a while. Tommy returned to find that Ally had passed away in the snow. After a few hours, Tommy grew more and more hungry. He turned to where Ally lay dead before finally deciding to eat her liver so he wouldn’t end up in the same state as she had.
After a few years when Tommy had grown up, gotten a job and now lived in the fifth house of his street; he lay awake one night where sleep eluded him and in his ears he heard a whispering, sing-song call.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m in the cemetery.” Pretending it was all in his head, he rolled over and soon fell asleep. The next night, sleep was once again eluding him and the voice came back.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the cemetery gates.” This night, he was a little more afraid, but refused to believe what he was hearing. Night after night, the voice would come, singing in its eerie tone and night after night, Tommy’s fear grew.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m on the street.”
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the first house.”
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the second house.”
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the third house.”
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the fourth house.”
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the front gate.” At this, Tommy leapt out of his bed and raced to the window. Nobody stood at the gate of his house and he turned away and went back to bed. The next night, he waited, he waited for the voice as he knew it would come sooner or later.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m on the driveway.” But unlike the nights before, she continued to sing this night instead of stopping.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at the front door.” A shiver ran down Tommy’s spine.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m in the house.” Tommy sat up in his bed and pulled the covers up.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m on the top step.”
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m in the hallway.” Her voice was faster now and the lyrics of the eerie song came louder.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m at your door.” Tommy’s face was still hidden under the covers of his bed and he wishes that he would wake up from this nightmare.
“Tommy, I want my liver back, Tommy, I’m right beside you. TOMMY, I WANT MY LIVER BACK, TOMMY, I WANT IT NOW!” Tommy screamed at the top of his lungs but nobody seemed to hear, when his boss came to his house the next day he was met with the sight of his best worker covered in his own blood and on the wall, written in the crimson liquid life, was.
“Tommy, I’ve got my liver back.”