Early the next morning, Syke and Tyson went down for breakfast.
Syke made eggs. "How you feeling about last night?"
"I guess, angry! I hate that guy. You know, I wish that you were my Dad instead and he never existed."
"I'm sure you don't mean that."
"I do, I really do!"
"I'm sure he wants the best for us."
"No, he wants his ideal family! A communist family ruled by a dictator."
Grandpa Jordan came down slowly and distraught.
"Hey Dad, you ok?" asked Syke, concerned.
"Nope, I'm still upset."
Ronald came downstairs, furious. "Dad! Get a newspaper! Now! You have permission."
Grandpa Jordan sarcastically groaned. "What a honour!"
He walked out and popped to the local shop.
"What do you think the news is?" asked Syke.
"Not much, nothing happens in Corby," Ronald stated.
"True, true," Tyson added.
Grandpa Jordan rushed in. "Good thing about having a local shop, easy to get news!"
"Give it then!" ordered Ronald. He quickly scanned through it. "Knew it- nothing happens in rubbish ol' Corby!"
"Maybe not to you, but others may find it important," added Syke.
"Like a stupid pumpkin designing contest, no thank you," Ronald spat. "I'm going to get dressed for work."
"Same," Grandpa Jordan smiled.
"I want to see this pumpkin competition," Syke wondered. He read through the page. "Tyson, this is no pumpkin competition, it's a kind of, I don't know."
He had a frightened look on his face.
"What's it then?" asked Tyson impatiently.
"Well, it says "DO YOU WANT TO HAVE 3 WISHES? FOLLOW THESE STEPS! Step 1: Kill 100 people, Step 2: chop their heads' off and carve them all out like pumpkins, Step 3: put a candle in all of their heads on Halloween, Step 4: A ghoul will appear and ask you what you want and you say your 3 wishes."
Tyson started to grin massively.
"And then there's a bit in Spanish, probably a translation, you ok, Tyson?"
"Yes, this is amazing. Our chance to escape!"
"What do you mean?" cried Syke, shocked.
"We do the killing and one of the victims is Ronald and our 3 wishes could be great like curing cancer, and people love us. We might be elected president of USA!"
"No!" Syke roared.
"You don't want to cure cancer?"
"I do, but I will feel dirty for killing people."
"Listen, we're doing good!"
"It's not good killing people."
"Fine, be stuck here all your life and not let others embrace their dreams."
"Just-"
"No more just or buts or wait, we do it tonight."
"I mean, I guess we could, just Ronald."
Later that evening, the duo went into the garage, preparing for the plan.
"Syke, Tyson!" called Ronald. "Where are you?"
The two felt footsteps crawling towards them.
"Are you sure about this?" hesitated Syke.
"Yes!"
"There you 2 are! Get inside." Ronald tripped over a wire. "What's going on Tyson?"
"Your fate!"
"What do you mean?"
Ronald tried to get up, but he was stuck in superglue. "Tell me what are you doing!"
Tyson was holding the remote to close the garage shutters.
"Don't you press that!" Ronald cried.
Tyson did exactly what he was not told. With force, he pressed the shutters' button. The shutters were right on Ronald's neck.
"Ow!"
Tyson smiled sadistically. He pressed the shutters some more with even more force. Ronald screamed in pain as blood crawled from his neck. He was officially the duo's first victim.
Easier done than said," smirked Tyson.
"Family! Help! Ronald is dead!"
"What are you doing?" cried Syke. He felt horrified, confused, guilty.
"Oh no," Lennie cried. "Tyson, did you see anything?"
"Nope."
"I saw something," Grandpa Jordan admitted. "I saw an unusual figure in the garden, nothing that looks like us. Ronald was in the garage and he went in there too."
Everyone walked off, kind of sad.
"I don't want to continue," cried Syke.
"Well, we've started, let's keep the ball rolling!" Tyson barked. "I'll think about it." He started scooping the brain out of Ronald's corpse and carving the head out just like a pumpkin.
YOU ARE READING
Human harvester
HorrorA story about revenge and a whole lot of gore and murder. Who will come out on top? Find out.
