Little Cup of Horror

Ugly Toes

    I was playing a game with my brothers and sisters. I believe it was hide and seek. We ran and hide. It was John's turn to come find us.

    Hannah and I decided to hide in the trash cans behind the old wooden shed in our backyard. We couldn't help ourselves but giggled as he past us every time as he was looking. He finally gave up after an our had past. "I give up," he yelled.

     Hannah jumped out first and yelled, " we win! " she was so excited.

    I jumped out and laughing with how happy she was. At that same moment dad came out side. He seemed freaked out with me being in the trash can outside like there was a raccoon in it. "Get out of there!" he yelled.

    I did as I was told but I was having trouble getting out when he came over pulled me out. He made me go over to the hoes and wash myself off. I did.

     "I have never seen dad act like that before," said Hannah little worried.

     " Same, " said John.

     Luke, Emma, and Joe ran inside to go play hide and seek in the house.

     "Hannah can you hand me that bucket?" I asked.

     " Sure, " Hannah picked up the bucket and began to reach to me to give it when dad came around the corner and scared us.

    "Don't touch her!" he yelled.

    We looked at him confused but he then forced Hannah and John to go inside. That night I had to sleep in the greenhouse for some unclear reasons. When I awoke I saw something that made me scream. My feet were so I began to scratch at them, but when I looked down I saw leeches crawling out of my feet. I called for my father and then for my mother. My mother had called the doctor to come see me. The doctor was so freaked out he ran.

    My mother didn't allow any of my siblings to come visit me for fear that whatever I had would spread. My father wouldn't come near me. He feared me.

   The next day I awoke in more pain then before. I looked at my feet scared. My feet looked to be covered in what looked like a honey comb pattern. There were even bees crawling in and out of my feet taking bites of me. I cried and cried and no one came to be there for me and tell me everything was going to be alright.

    I crawled out of the greenhouse to see where everyone was when I saw my house burning. I watched as my father tossed my siblings into the flames all tied up. I cried, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

    " freeing them from the death you have brought on to our family, "he answered as he tossed poor little Emma into flames.

    She cried and begged for someone to save her. I couldn't watch. I looked away.

    Soon he was the last one left and I saw him walk into the flames like they were the open arms of God, himself. In a blink a group of armed men came around the corner and began to looked around as if looking for something. One of them saw me and came over and held a gun against my head ready to shoot until a group of white suit people came over and picked me up.

   No one came looking for me. I was all by myself as whatever was wrong with me got worse and worse and worse. I soon ended  up having to be placed in a coma because I could no longer take  the pain and they wanted to keep testing on me to figure out what was wrong. I learned about five years later that I apparently had a new form of the black plague virus that eat and lives in feet slowly taking over the rest of your body making you smell and taste wonderful to all animals, even deer.