Porci Jenson bolted around a darkened alley corner and feinted to the left of a large, rusty dumpster. He slid to its stinky side and pulled the sledge hammer out of his backpack, letting it lightly clink on the ground so as to make sure he didn't go unnoticed. The awful thing following him bolted straight over the dumpster and sat still for a moment, confused. For half a second it assumed that the child had escaped, but a rough scraping noise behind it instinctively made it jump back. It was slightly...