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Harry never cared for reading or writing. He never showed any interest in
baseball or TV. Harry lived for other things-like the pleasing sound of
living creatures screaming in agony. And the soothing feel of warm blood
running through his fingers. But when his grisly experiments progressed
beyond stray pets and farm animals to classmates, Harry's dad decided to
lock the boy away for good in the family basement. In the solitude of the
dank, musty cellar, Harry waited and grew...and grew. And while he waited
he was counseled by his one and only friend-the bright, silvery orb in the
night sy that he called Moom. Harry spoke to the moom. And the Moom spoke
to Harry. Moom told Harry what he should do when he finally broke out of
his subterranean prison. Moom told Harry to Kill and kill and kill.
baseball or TV. Harry lived for other things-like the pleasing sound of
living creatures screaming in agony. And the soothing feel of warm blood
running through his fingers. But when his grisly experiments progressed
beyond stray pets and farm animals to classmates, Harry's dad decided to
lock the boy away for good in the family basement. In the solitude of the
dank, musty cellar, Harry waited and grew...and grew. And while he waited
he was counseled by his one and only friend-the bright, silvery orb in the
night sy that he called Moom. Harry spoke to the moom. And the Moom spoke
to Harry. Moom told Harry what he should do when he finally broke out of
his subterranean prison. Moom told Harry to Kill and kill and kill.
