Our Caretaker

Dinner

I just sat there, careful not to put my whole body weight on my bottom burns,thinking about what she had done. Crawling to my bed, I heard the bell ring. Dinner was ready.

I slowly walked down the creaky steps and saw that the blood and body was gone.

That was a quick clean up.

I sat at the dinner table, slowly to not irritate my burn,as our "Mom" passed napkins around.

She hadn't passed around napkins before..
I thought. When she turned to get to the other side of the table, one of the kids dropped their fork right beside her.

It was Micheal.

He bent down to pick up the fork and grabbed it. When "Mom" was right beside him, he stabbed her in the leg. "Mom" then tripped over, hissing, and began mumbling under her breath. She grabbed the fork and pulled it out her leg. She got up  and then pinned down his hand to the table.

Blood on the table, she screamed,

Naughty, NAUGHTY BOY!

Micheal screaming in pain, she grabbed his chair and pulled him.

His hand in the table now split in half, he was half conscious and crying of pain. She then told him,

SHUT UP! YOU UNGRATFUL BRAT.

I SHOULD'VE LEFT YOU AT THE ADOPTION CENTER.

Micheal now was in tears, screaming, and whining. She picked him up and said,

I think we should have a little fun with you...

Proceeding to throw him in the kitchen closet, she grabbed her hatchet off the wall and walked over to him in the closet.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" She said.

Micheal answered, "Fuck you."

"Mom" replied with,"You too, sweetie."

I laughed a little but the situation was pretty bad.

She held the hatchet and swung to his kneecap. It didn't cut all the way through but it was deep. Micheal screaming in pain, she brought down the hatchet once more but on his ankle.

Another thud with blood oozing and spraying out. Micheal was probably unconscious by now because the only thing you could hear by now was blood oozing into wood, and the cackling of "Mom".

She told us,

I think we should play a game.

As I already set it up.

We all gulped, and she closed the closet door, locking it.

She then gave the hatchet to..

Zoey.

Zoey eyes went wide, her pupils dilating.

"Mom" hadn't explained what was going on yet, but soon we will find out.

My heart thumping loudly, "Mom" said,

We will be playing an original game...

Made by me.

My heart sunk.

How to play is easy.

Zoey will give you all a 10 second headstart to run, as you are running, you must hide or stay out.

When the 10 second headstart is over, Zoey will come looking for you.

If she finds you, she will either kill you, or chop you in a spot that doesn't. Her decision.

The goal is to find the key that opens this lock- unless you don't wanna save Micheal that is.

Got It?

Zoey was looking around frantically, as she was afraid.

When "Mom" said start, I immediately started running towards the stairs, and I needed to get to the attic.

Once I got to the stairs, I easily went up, 2 others following behind.

I went past "Moms" room and looked up, and reached out my hand to pull the cord that releases the stairs. The stairs went down, and hit the floor. I started climbing up, reaching the attic.

I then closed the door and started heading to the back of the attic, trying to stay in the dark. I then found 2 piles of wood and stacked them up beside me, they hid me well.

I heard that the countdown was over and slowed my breathing.

I heard screaming, "Help me's" and crys of panic, and getting hit. The whole house went silent other than the crys of the ones who got hit. I heard footsteps coming my way and stopped breathing. I couldn't be heard. When I heard turn, I knew they went into the bathroom.

I then ducked even more.

I heard footsteps coming out the room and into "Moms" room. They echoed throughout the house.

Another long silence went by, and then I heard some more foot steps, now coming in my direction. I heard her stop right in front of the attic door.

Light coming through the other end of where was at, I prayed she didnt see me. I heard the ladder thud, and slow footsteps creeping up the ladder, when I saw her hair, I ducked and stopped my breathing once again.

She searched to the left of the room with the help of the light from the ladder opening.

It was shining in my direction.

After searching the left, she searched the right. As this pattern continued, it stopped, as if she saw me. She the ran to my direction and held her hatchet tight. My eyes watering, I hoped she didn't see me.

I know you're here.

She said.

Stopped in front of the pile of wood, and moved it. She looked at me, holding the hatchet upwards, with a afraid look on her face.

This was it

This was the end of me.