A Collection of Short Stories

Ring Around the Rosy

Trigger Warning: has death of children and their screaming and a psycopath. Procede to read at own cost.

"Ring around the rosy,"

The children, fiftey in all, hopped around a large fire pit, all of them holding hands.

"Pockets full of posies"

They all chanted the song, laughing as they did so.

"Ashes, ashes"

They all prepared their jump forward, not knowing what was ahead.

"And they all fALL DOWN!"

They all jumped forward into the pit of fire holding hand, laughing the way down.

I smiled, my plan went succesfully, as it had the other three hundred nintey-eight times I've done this.

Their screams as they burnet filled my mind with joy. Oh their screams their wonderfull, piercing screams. I grabbed a can of gasoline and headed over to the pit. I looked down at a littly boy that was on fire.

"HELP, PLEASE, HELP!" He screamed up at me. I simplied smiled and poured the gasoline onto him. He burst into flames and his screaming grew louder.. I walked around the circle, pouring the gasoline. The flames simply grew. Once I was out of the gasoline, I got sticks and logs and threw them into the pit. This fire has been burning for years, I never let it burn out.

After a few minutes, the screams died out. I looked inside and saw the burning, charred corspes of the children. All fiftey of them were gone from this world and now their souls were wherever souls go. I smile at myself as I headed back into the forest to get more wood and to plot my next costume to get the little children for the next 'fun time.'

Well, it's fun for me. As for the children and there parents? Heh.

They probaly die with sadness and pain as I, Berard Margato, the Child Napper, take their children and burn them alive.

They never suspect that I'm the one that does it. Not even the feds.