Mr. Bones

Chapter 1 -My first time

(A/N: I hope you guys like this!! I have prewritten chapters, and this book isn't just for fun/fucks sakes like 'A Killers Diary'. Soo I actually worked on this and edited it. Alzo, don't let the name of the chapter get to ya, ya naysatyz.)

~Have a wonderfully beautiful day~

Chapter 1

Alex's pov

"Daddy, wake up.. I need you." A smile creeps across my lips as he wakes up to my harsh shaking.

"What is it hunny?" His voice was still groggy sounding when he spoke.

"T - there's a monster.." My voice was soft as I explained my concern to him. He was hesitant at first, and I figured that it was because I never really talked to him much in the first place. But he got up anyways and held onto my hand as we walked to my bedroom. His hand was soft yet firm at the same time. His foot steps were loud thuds on our wooden floor, the sound made me flinch from bad memories.

"Where's your mom?" His voice was unsure as we reached my door. The darkness enveloping us.

"I think she's still out.." My voice shook at the comment, and when he heard it he squeezed my hand a tat bit more as he led me into my room. "Mr. Bones is in the closest, and he won't go..." I whispered to him as he started to walk into the room. With the slight shine of the moon, I could see his lips curl up a bit.

"Hehe, Mr. Bones was my monster when I was small, maybe he's here for me and not you." I slowly stepped just inside the door way and reached up.

"That's what he told me too." With zero regret or hesitants I shut the door just as Mr. Bones had told me to do. Right after I heard the door click shut all I could hear was deep screams, wet popping sounds, and bones snapping. After a couple of minutes it was silent and I stood there unsure if it was over already.

Ok, child, you can come in now.

I knew the deep sultry voice well and opened the door slowly. "Can I turn on the lights yet?" My question was followed by my hand barley touching the light switch before I felt a soft grasp on it that pulled my hand away slowly.

Not yet, just go to bed and I'll clean up ok? They will never hurt you again. I'll always be here, I promise my child.

Yawning I nodded into the darkness and headed to bed, my feet getting wet and slimy with some substance I couldn't yet perceive at my age. Once I met my bed I ever so carefully lifted myself up and in between my soft bed sheets. Mr. Bones lifted my top cover up and on to me, tucking me lightly as to not desterb the cuts and bruises all over my body. "Thank you and good night Mr. Bones." I whispered out, my voice coated in exsostion.

Everything will be fine. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well, child.

My eyelids went heavy from the work I had to do late into the night. I could feel my bed pulling me out of consciousness and into the only place I could get any peace for the whole 6 years of my life. Into a dream land where I was in a happy family, with lots of food, and the only good thing in my life. Mr. Bones. My mind went slow and I faded off.

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My eyelids fluttered open to the light filled room, seeping from the ripped and torn curtins hanging low from the top of my window. Just as it had been for years in this old beaten house. Only filled with bad memories, thoughts, and intentions. I sat up and glanced around my room which looked cleaner than it had ever been. Mr. Bones did really good cleaning last night! At that thought I got up and decided to look for him. My feet stung apon making contact with the cold floor. I softly slid out of bed to stand, wincing from the pain of my bruised legs. I slowly walked over to his favorite spot and swung the closet door wide open, but my smile faded when all I saw was one tattered shirt that I got when I was 4, swinging from left to right.