#751 Popsy- Stephen King
Sheridan has a gambling problem, he loved cards. He often got into debt with the wrong people who likely had a crooked game. When he got himself into a jam he couldn’t get out of, Mr. Reggie gave him a name to call and a week to pay him back. The name was a Turk who needed him to pick up a child. Any child really. He was now in kidnapping business.
Debt was paid off, but Sheridan still had a gambling problem, And when addicts find an amount they can pay off, they push that amount further. So, now he has a kidnapping habit. The most recent kid he picked up is different. He’s unbelievably strong, has a razor sharp bite (which now has Sheridan’s hands bleeding) and an increasingly strong odor:
“He could smell the kid. That fear had an odor was something he had learned on his expeditions, but this was unreal—the kid smelled like a mixture of sweat, mud, and slowly cooking battery acid.”
By the time, he realizes what this kid is, “Popsy” has caught up with him and he has no chance. Standard King fare, a little campy with the description of Popsy.
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