The Possibilities

Inside the Castle

     As I am heading downstairs, I hear a noise and I sneak out the door. I run to my house but not before I suddenly remember the castle at the top of the hill. I promised myself I would see this tonight. So, I head over to it using my phone as a flashlight. 

     As I head into the dark yard I see some weird but cool shapes formed into the bushes. It looks like an artist lives here and cut nice shapes out of the bushes. I took pic of the shapes which consisted of  a dinosaur, a young girl dancing in an ice sculpture. 

     I smiled and started to head near the door of the castle. I open it and I see a lot of dust around the house. It needs a good cleaning I think to myself. I wonder who lives here.  I see a wide set of stairs that leads to an upstairs where its more dark. 

     I head up the stairs and notice more dust and cobwebs. I see a room with no door but a window that shows.  I walk in and notice a huge space hole in the window that looks like someone was thrown out the window. I walk in more and notice a wall of photos. 

     There is article news picture of a boy that had no eyes. And others with a family. Hmm this man or woman must be in one of these photos. I then hear cutting noises. The sound of scissors. I look towards the sound and see nothing but darkness. 

     Then I say, "Hello." I hear the scissor noise stop and a figure comes slowly out of it's hiding place. I shine my light onto the figures feet. My eyes adjust to the dark and I see a young man. He is about 20-25 years old with dark curly messy hair and had a black leather suit on.

     He looks up at me with a sad look. He has cuts all on his face and I hear a faint noise of the scissors. I look to where they are and see his hands. Except they were not hands his hands ARE the scissors. I stand there shocked backing up a little. 

   "I won't hurt you," he says with a scared look. I realize he is harmless. I cautiously still walk towards him. I put my hand up to his cheek where all the scars were. I suddenly feel bad. "What happened to your face, and and your hands?" I ask. He looks down sadly. 

   "My creator was going to give me hands but he never woke up so I did not get the chance to." I feel really bad for him. That is when I have a plan. "How about we head to my house to get you all cleaned up?" I say leading him out of the dark room, my hand on the small of his back. I noticed he stumbled as he walks. I suddenly start to realize that it is kind of cute. 

   I push the thoughts to the back of my head as we head to my house.