Our Caretaker

The Pink Door

The morning after my punishment was awful. My bottom was really sore, and I was worried it could possibly get infected if I didn't clean it. Our Caretaker rung her bell for breakfast. They all ran down and left me halfway out the door.

I had to run though or else I would be punished for being late. I sat in my seat, grunting and ruched as my bottom stung, as our Caretaker began to quiet us down. As we were eating, she discussed to us the rules again, and how we shouldn't break them. I think this was because of me last night.

After we got done eating we scurred to our room like mice chasing after some cheese. I sat on my bed as the others talked to eachother. I thought about how our Caretaker said I could get the white mask I wanted after the game of "tag". I don't think she will be getting me it anymore. Our Caretaker... I stopped because I didn't feel like getting angry or sad.

I also thought about how our Caretaker doesn't likes us calling her "Mom" or "Mother". I don't know.. I will figure it out soon though. The others stopped talking and looked at me weirdly. I checked myself for anything, but nothing. My burn wasn't the problem either. I checked my face, nothing was wrong. I saw a piece of glass on the floor, and grabbed it. I looked at my reflection to see my eyes were red in the corners. I think some blood vessels popped.

I turned my head around, as I didn't want to be looked at no longer. Our Caretaker called us to dinner, and I noticed one thing:  she didn't ring the bell. I knew it was a test, so I didn't go down the stairs, but others did.  I didn't say anything though. I didn't know why. My mouth couldn't open when I wanted to speak.

Only the few people that went downstairs were the people whom were new, and it didn't matter to our Caretaker if you were new, or not. She will still punish you.

As they went down stairs, I peeked through the doorway to see if they had gotten into trouble, and what I saw- what I heard, sent shivers down my spine. Our Caretaker was screaming at the top of her lungs all of her rules, and she eyeballed them when she said, "DO NOT COME DOWNSTAIRS IF I DID NOT RING THE BELL!"

The children were scared, as I knew-

they were going to be punished.

It was their first time being punished, and it would most likely be their last as well. 

I heard our Caretaker say she was going to get something, and she came back with a whip. I didn't want to look anymore as It would horrifying to look. I heard their screams and crys, their hisses.

They came back up with blood stains, cuts and brushes everywhere. I looked down the stairs to see the floor splattered with blood. I was lucky I didn't get that type of punishment when I got in trouble.

The next day, which was Friday, they played hide and seek without me. Why? I was back at the trapdoor, with more things to do than hide and seek. I needed answers. I want to know why we call her Caretaker instead of a regular name like mom or mommy. I wanted to know about the corpse and the face. I wanted to know about everything, and it starts here.

I went up to our Caretakers room, slowly, because of my burnt bottom, to find the key. It wasn't on the door anymore. I looked in her bathroom, her closet, and her bed. Nothing.

I wanted to give up until I saw a metal figure under her bed. I looked, and there was the key.

I went downstairs and opened the trap door to find the corpse gone, and instead a ladder leading down. My curiosity got ahead of me and I climbed down, my butt aching me.

I then went to the pink door, and opened it. It smelled awful, and what I saw was worse. It was a laboratory full of corpses, some of them faceless, but that's not the most horrible part. The thing is, most of them were breathing.

The room was small, but was big compared to our room. I took a left turn to find a door.

I opened the door and saw a baby.

I looked at it as it giggled, and put it fingers in it mouth. From looking at it, I looked like a girl. I didn't know what her name was so I
named her Isabella. Isabella looked healthy, but I wasn't sure if she was.

She looked well fed though

Is this why our Caretaker goes to town on Fridays? I guess so.