Static

Last Death

It's been thirty years to the day since mom and Thomas were taken. I often see young children standing in front of the house, pointing and leering. I imagine I've become some kind of urban legend. I still have the newspaper clippings that reported the death of my final two family members. "A freak accident" is what they called it. The report went on to mention that I was the last remaining member of my family.
They'd dug back through the years and found every single incident, every last death that took them all away from me I'm only happy I never told another soul about the static. If I had, those idiotic children that taunt me from the curb would probably hold up radios or their phones and play that sound over and over until I officially went mad.
Well...whether they do or not, I know it will come for me one day. I know that this will be my final resting place and I won't be found until my next food delivery comes. I know that by then I'll be rotting into the floor boards, content on remaining a part of this house even in the afterlife. I don't want to know where it took them, what strange underworld that thing sent my family to. I don't want to be with them there. I want to be the one who beat it. I want to be the one who merely died in my sleep. I want them to know that I conquered it at long last. But I know it will try.
Somehow, someday, it will try come for me. It will cry out in the stillness and grab ahold of my throat and drag me down into the scorching, dry air of hell. It doesn't seem to know that I have a plan.
I've sat with this ice pick in my hand as I've written all of this down. I've looked at its rusted, sleek features every now and again between pages and paragraphs. I've known what I want to do with it for years. I've only now worked up the courage to do with it what I know I should've done long ago to ensure nothing like this ever happens again. If it doesn't try to take me, perhaps it will decide to continue taking bystanders. I can't let that happen. If this thing works the way I think it does, then this plan will work.
You can't torture what cannot hear you, now can you?