The Evil Elmo

            I walked home quickly, happy to just get home and relax after an exhausting week at school. I sighed as I entered my home, my sanctuary. I opened the door expecting the smell of freshly baked cookies, and the terrible singing of my vernal mom. But when I opened the door the whole house was dark. No light, no freshly baked cookie smell, no singing. It was dead quiet.

“Mom?” Silence. What the...

“Mom!” I yelled. I threw my bag and books on the floor, threw off my shoes, and then tripped over something on my way to the kitchen.

“Ouch! Dear gosh.” I looked over to my feet and saw the creepy dancing Elmo we got for my cousin’s second birthday, this weekend. I kicked it before getting off the ground.

I looked for my mom everywhere, the kitchen, living room, and finally her room. I was opening the closet, when I heard a strange shuffling behind me. I turned and glared and the lifeless room behind me. I turned back around and opened the closet door and screamed. There was my mother with a big knife sticking out of her chest and a big gaping hole in her stomach. There was blood everywhere, and some of her internal organs were laying haphazardly everywhere, her intestines hanging out of her abdomen. My hands flew to my mouth as i tried not to vomit.

“I see you’ve found your mother.” I froze and turned around slowly, afraid that I would find some psycho killer behind me. There was no one.

“Down here, smart one.” I looked down and gasped, jumping back a couple of feet, and landing on something squishy that made just made me scream really loud. Suddenly my air was cut off by the dancing Elmo.

“Shut up! God you’re giving me a headache.”The nefarious Elmo squeezed its hands tightly around my neck. My eyes widened in fear. I always knew this Elmo toy was freaky and weird and creepy. But did my mom listen? No.  My vision blurred at the thought of my dead mom.

“What do you want?” I whispered. The little thing smiled evilly. I shuddered.

“Oh, nothing, really, I just want to see you die.” My eyes instantly widened.  “Why?”  Elmo got very angry at that.

“Why?! Why?! Because you kicked me that’s why! You’ve never liked me, and I want revenge. I hate all you humans. You pollute the world, kill off the animals. You’re the type of creatures that should be killed. You deserve death.” With one hand still holding my neck his other reached behind him and brought out a long, thick stick.

“Are you really going to kill me with a stick?” I asked him. He simply nodded and began to sharpen the stick with his teeth.

“Please don’t.” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

“Now you beg? Really? Well to bad. I hope we can cathartic your fear of death.” The toy said right before stabbing my heart with the sharpened stick.

________________________________________________________________________________

this is a story i wrote for an english class a couple years ago. we had to write a short story with certain words in it, if there a random word  somewhere it's probably a vocab word i had to use ><

lol well i hope you guys enjoyed it.