Short Stories

My New Friend

I made a new friend today. He isn't alive but I know he likes me. He looks like a chest, the old kind. The funny part is his 8 small scrawny legs. He follows me around and holds my stuff.

I like my friend a lot! My classmates think he is scary though. The teacher doesn't let me bring him in class which makes me sad. I think it makes him angry too because he doesn't like me talking about school.

He always bites me when I do that, but I know he doesn't mean to hurt me even when it does bleed!

One day, I came home from school but he didn't come to me. He stayed in the corner and made weird noises, I went to see him and I noticed a pool of blood under his feet.

"Are you hurt?" I asked him. He turned to face me and I noticed he grew beady black eyes. He can't talk but he makes noises so he grumbled.

"Can I have my books?" I asked politely because he seemed to be in a bad mood. He opened slowly and stared at me the whole time. I looked and saw they were gone, instead was a severed hand's bones and a couple nails and teeth scattered around.

But I was too stupid to realize what was going on.

"Where are my books?" I demanded. He opened wider and I leaned forward. He shook himself to say no and opened wider, gesturing to look further in.

I leaned in with my head so it was inside him but I didn't see my books so I was going to pull out. But he snapped shut and my head came off, I died.

That night the little chest with legs and eyes grew feet and arms. And went on to look for it's next target. A gullible lite boy like me.