Sesame Street Horror

Sesame Street Horror 2 - Closet Cannibal

Lucy always loved Sesame Street, she loved the Cookie Monster, mainly because he was funny, and partially because he wasn’t smarter than her. Her love of Sesame Street was immense: she had a stuffed animal of every character -- yes even the scary but funny Count von Count; she watched every episode that came on; and even -- unknowingly -- hummed the theme song in her sleep at times, usually much to her own embarrassment because Sesame Street was hers. It was her show, as she likes to reefer to it as with her parents and other family members. And even at seven years old, she hadn’t even the slightest hint of beginning to grow out of Sesame Street. It was her show, and she didn’t see any reason to leave it for another show. In fact, the idea of leaving Sesame Street for another show seemed impossible; evil even, almost as if it was a heinous crime. And because of that belief, the TV only was on four types of stations: the stations that play Sesame Street, news channels, weather channels, and the cooking channel. I think that you can figure out which her father used and which her mother used.

And so ever episode of Sesame Street was watched by Lucy, usually by herself, but sometimes her parents would join her, but for the most part she watched it alone. And she didn’t mind, it was her show after all; she had found that watching it with her parents -- for whatever reason -- seemed to lessen the show, her show. It seemed to lessen the experience of watching it, which she didn’t like at all.

Her parents, Cameron and Sandy, didn’t mind her obsession with Sesame Street; they thought it was perfectly normal for a kid to be so absorbed with a TV show. But between them, when they were alone at night, they both confided in each other that they found several characters rather creepy. Cam thought that Elmo’s relentless cheeriness was on the line of being insane; and Sandy thought that Cookie Monster was closer to a cannibal than anything else. These thoughts and opinions they kept between themselves not even their parents or their in-laws knew of their opinions on the Sesame Street gang.

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It was a Tuesday night in mid July. The weather was blazing hot during the day -- Cam jokes that it was hot as hell -- and cool at night; the mosquitoes ravaged any person they found outside this time of year -- it was especially bad this year due to lots of spring rain earlier in the year.

Cam was busy working on his 1967 Mustang out in the detached garage -- they referred to it as the shop; Sandy was in the kitchen starting a roast in the oven; and Lucy was, as always on week night, was watching Sesame Street, smiling brightly, laughing when it was funny, and singing along when they -- the characters -- sang. She was hooked to the TV, or, more accurately, Sesame Street; when she was watching it, it was all as cared about. There were many times where Sandy had to practically pry her away from the TV to eat dinner as a family.

Sandy finished getting the roast ready and after having placed it into the oven, where it would slowly cook for almost another two hours, she exited the kitchen and started walking back to her bedroom, passing the living room as she did. She saw Lucy was watching Sesame Street -- as always -- and stopped to say something to Lucy.

“Hey, Lucy?” She said, calling her. Lucy looked from the screen hesitantly, as if fearing she’d miss some part of the show.

“Yes Mommy?” Lucy replied, showing a small smile, revealing little cute teeth.

“Dinner won’t be ready for another two hours, so just stay here and watch your show okay? Me and Daddy need some time together, okay?” Sandy said, and Lucy smiles and nodded innocently. And then without another word, turned back to her show and watched it intently. Sandy turned and walked back to her room.

Sandy reemerged, wearing a long P coat, that went all the way down to her ankles. It was a very warm jacket, and covered her up completely. She walked by the completely innocent Lucy and out the back door. Lucy didn’t notice her walk by, she didn’t even know that her mom had walked by, but if one were to look, they’d see she was wearing black spiked heels that were the definition of “sexy shoes”. After exiting the house by the back door, Sandy let her hair out, waving it about in the way she knew Cam liked; then sexily strutted towards the shop, only one thing on her mind at that moment.