serial contraption of malice

PROJECT 05. AWAKE, NEAR, HECANSEEUS

    Cameras.

    I had a camcorder that I had gotten for Christmas. I never really had a good use for it but I knew that if I recorded my bedroom through the night I could see exactly what was happening.

    I positioned it so it was facing my bed which was in the far right corner of my room. The camera was on my dresser which was against the middle of the far left wall. Certainly it would catch the culprits in their crime.

    It was now 12:07 P.M. Plenty of time to make it certain they would be caught on video. To occupy myself, I worked on my homework.

 

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    “Done,” I whispered to myself, writing the last number on the answer to the math equation. I folded back up my notebook and carelessly jammed it into my book bag.

    Turning my head I check the clock on my nightstand.

    “1:04,” I whispered the time aloud to myself.

    Something shimmered in the light near the clock. I slowly, cautiously got up and wobbled to the nightstand. There it was. The candy. Just like the one i had crushed on the sidewalk in front of my house.

    For a while I stood there, staring, thinking that if I just looked hard enough it would be gone. But of course, after what felt like an eternity of staring, it was still there. Still just as shiny, still just as tempting.

    I was beginning to get scared.

    How did that get in here? Why do they want me to eat these things?

    I slowly backed to the other side of the room, all the while keeping my eyes locked on the candy. Once I was in the corner of the room I slouched down and crouched on the floor. I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes.

    “Why? Why me? What did I do?”

    I pulled my knees closer.

    “Stop,” I said to myself. “Stop crying and just get rid of it.”

    I stood up and, with the back of my hand, wiped away the tears streaming down my face. I ran out of my room and to the kitchen where I stole a tenderizer. Dashing back to my room, I ignored my mother’s questions. I bursted into my room, smashing the door into the door stopper. Turning, I slammed it shut and locked it. I returned to the nightstand, my fear fully turned to anger. With one swing, I recklessly slammed the utensil into the wood surface. I didn’t care if I cracked the stand. I didn’t care if I broke it. I just wanted this nightmare to be over.

    Pieces of candy shot all across the room, but one single piece came hurtling towards me. It was one of the smaller pieces, but it certainly caused damage. Then again, almost anything can cause a lot of damage when it is headed straight for your left eye.