Mommy's Little Monsters

Kasen Walker

That was the best sex I've ever had. How did I get so lucky? One minute I was walking out of the bar, the next minute I was in the back of a limo with the hottest woman on the planet. And she's rich. Is a Sugar Momma a thing? I wonder if I could convince her to move in together. I could handle it here.
She's been gone a long time. Surely she hasn't forgotten about me. How can she? I'm in her bed. It's really comfy too. Is she still in the bathroom? Huh, the door's locked when I try it.

The parlor is dark when I walk through it. No light from the bathroom door out here and the TV's off. I grab my pants off the couch before I head out into the rest of the house. The staircase is lit up like a Christmas tree. I didn't see that chandelier. Is that black swarovski crystal? No! Son of a bitch, those are diamonds! Black fucking diamonds! Holy shit, how much money does this lady have?

There aren't any other doors in this room of the house. Where in the world can she be? Is she upstairs? My steps are completely silent on the plush carpet. I'm noticing a theme throughout this house. Black and white; little red here, little purple there. Very chic with an old-timey flair. Girl's got taste.
There're a couple doors at the end of this hallway; I wonder if she's in there. At the top of the stairs, though, right between the two flights I notice the weirdest portrait I've ever seen. In hindsight I probably should have seen it last night-the thing's over six feet tall-but I was preoccupied.

Who are these kids? There's three of them and they're all dressed in Victorian era clothing. The oldest boy is in a full on suit, he's even wearing a tie. He can't be most then twelve, at most. The other boy is dressed in a red vest with gold buttons. What are those things called? The Victorians had a name for that vest thing. Oh well, I can't remember. The little girl in the picture can't be more than four or five. Her dress is almost a full on gown. Pink ruffles from head to foot and white boots. She's even got a pink carnation in her hair.

They're all really good looking kids, as far as how they're dressed, but their skin is so pale, and they're eyes...they make me shudder. It's like looking into black holes. These kids don't look natural; they look like little demons, honestly. Maybe that's what she wanted. Maybe it's a Halloween portrait or something. Maybe she found it somewhere and really liked it. I mean, the clothes are nice. I can appreciate that aesthetic, but why were the kids painted like little vampires?

All the rooms are empty upstairs. She not in the library or the upstairs bathroom or the office. That's so crazy. Where is she? Just as I'm about to head up the third landing the lights go off. Shit. The fuck is going on? I find the wall in the darkness and slide my hand along until I find the railing.

"Hey babe?" I call out. "Babe, what happened to the lights?" I can't remember her name. I know that sounds bad.

No answer returns as I fumble down the stairs. After almost falling and breaking my neck twice I feel the cold marble floor under my feet. I follow the stairs a ways back towards the bedroom, stubbing all of my toes in the process when I hear movement behind me.

"That you, babe?"

No one answers. Huh, weird. I take another step and here something closing the door to her bedroom.

"Baby, is that you?"

"He's not in here!"

That's not her voice. My stomach ties in knots as I try to comprehend what I just heard. If I didn't know better, I'd say a child had set it. Are there kids here?

"Maybe this one will play with us."

Another voice, not as high pitched as the last, but still a child's. What is going on? Does this lady have kids that I don't know about?