"In tonight's news, we will be talking about the disappearance of 3 friends: Tommy, Jamie and Johnny. They are yet to be found"
I smirked as I recalled when I last saw them...
My annoyance was sparked as I heard a soft pitter patter of feet dancing across the concrete path; and voices, dripping with excitement. Another group of rascals had dared to venture into this part of the neighborhood.
'Well, time to have some fun?' I thought evilly as the tallest one shoved open the wooden door. Their giggling and mindless comments carried along the still hallways as they shuffled around the main room, getting comfortable.
"And you guys said this place was haunted," he mocked the, that was the last straw.
Before they could react, I bolted the main doors and watched with glee as their heads whipped from left to right with frightening looks towards one another at the now dark room.
"L-Let's just go t-to the k-kitchen! T-This side of the house is q-quite dark and I see a light orange glow coming from there..."
I nearly cried out in joy. 'Oh my, what a game this will be.'
Let's begin!
They entered, clutching each other but soon let go as their eyes landed on my cookie jars. I knew that would distract them.
"Oh, what a coincidence, three cookie jars, three friends, won't hurt to take some", the shortest one said, dunking his hand in. His friends soon followed and thus each took a cookie accept for him, he kept on stuffing his ugly, chubby little face, and there is NOTHING that annoys me more than greedy little worms.
So, in anger, when he put his hand inside again, it got stuck, I shook my floor boards, revealing what lay beneath them, allowing my pets to come out and play. I grinned as those disgusting children screamed out of horror at what they saw.
"Let's go Jamie, leave the cookies!" The tallest cried, but poor little Jamie was too late. I watched in glee as my little babies grabbed onto his leg, their lifeless gruesome bodies ripping at his tender, soft flesh yanking him towards them to get easier access to the rest of him. Oh what a high I got when they ripped at his gut, removing all of his intestines and carried on feasting, blood and gore hanging between their teeth.
"Jamie, Jamie please no," they cried but all they got out of Jamie was a gurgle as blood poured out of his mouth, and the last sound they heard out of Jamie, after the look of regret on his face, was a bloodcurdling scream as his head was ripped of his body and I got especially happy when I heard the pop of his jugular vein. I watched as my pets continued, digging their stubby fingers into his face and gouged his eyeball right out of its socket and crunched on it, mmmh.
I gazed on as the two other children ran into the main bedroom; reminding myself of the next surprise. I decided to make myself known, "Hello hello, to one and all. This is my abode, please do not stall. This is a game, come out alive. If you cannot, run and hide."
"W-w-who is that? Please, we sorry though we've done nothing wrong," the tallest cried out, clutching onto his friend in fear. He was most certainly confused at my bodiless voice.
"Do not fear, do not ask, the next one is, an easy task. Do my laundry, find my sock. But watch out for the big red clock"
They jumped to complete the task at hand, scared for their lives. I cackled as I witnessed them working like busy bees while the seconds ticked by and let me tell you I HATE bees. In the last ten seconds, the panic began as the tall one found himself stuck whilst assembling the last pair.
"Tommy, help. Where're all the missing socks?" I can't find them. I don't wanna die!" he began to cry, searching around frantically.
I smirked in satisfaction, knowing the sock was wedged in the crack between the walls and that he won't be able to find it.
"Boys, boys, sit down if you did not complete, and watch the sock devour your feet"
In an instant, the socks transformed into tiny snakes which wrapped themselves around the child's legs, another band of snakes proceeded up his arms and legs, hissing in delight as they nibbled on his too, soft and fragile skin, his pain filled screams fueling them to go on. I watched as they tightened around him causing blood and pus to ooze out of every pore on his body. Oh what a sweet smell that blood brought.
Little Tommy hurled and groaned and fearing his life, fled out the door and straight into my hallway of mazes.
"Slow down child. The answer is above your hide. Look up and you will see, the purpose behind this mystery"
He cried out in frustration but looked up anyway, only to be met with a dead butchered body hanging from the ceiling. He gasped, holding his chest when he realized the body was none other than his own.
He made a move to run. Right on cue, the body fell with a loud thud and advanced towards the frightened boy with an axe in hand.
The view of his shaken up form brought me much pleasure and I smiled as he pissed himself scared out of his wits.
My excitement was at its peak when the axe was lowered with great force onto the boys' skull and his limbs, ribs and abdomen allowing his organs to spill out on my wooden floors. He laid there, his frail, wheezing body slowly dying.
'That was fun...' I chuckled as I brought myself back to reality, awaiting my new victims.
Psychopath usually associated to man. Oh the fright they would get if only they knew it was an old, wooden house...
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