Horror Stories
"Jeez, Fraser, was that really necessary?" Ray shuddered and looked around nervously. "Here we are in the middle of nowhere and you got to go and tell me about some Inuit guy who steals bad kids."
"My apologies, Ray." Fraser managed to look contrite and amused at the same time. "Though it is not as if you have anything to fear from him. You are hardly a child."
"Yeah, I know." Ray shifted closer to the fire. "Stuff like that still gives me the willies. I mean kids go missing all the time. What if it was real? If your kid was missing or got lost you'd think that he was a bad kid who'd been taken away. How would you feel?"
"As if I had failed, I suppose." Fraser tilted his head, his expression serious as he considered Ray's words.
"Right." Ray pushed on. "it's not even fair. I mean not all bad kids grow up to be bad people. Some learn their lessons and try to be good people. Maybe even try to fix some of their mistakes by being cops." He stopped, a look a horror on his face as he realized that maybe he'd given away more than he meant to.
Fraser smiled softly and pulled Ray towards him. "I'm sure that even when you were a naughty boy anyone who looked into your heart would have seen that there was goodness inside you."