The Bellows House

5.

The Big Toe

After the last bell rang Stella rode her bike back to The Bellows House and put the book back in the cellar. "Here's your book back." She whispered.
As she left the house and went back to her own house her dad just left in his black truck.
She saw Ramon inside my room. She ran inside "where did you get that!" She asked, horrified.
Ramon slightly chuckled at that. "What do you mean? It was just here on your bookshelf." He said, pointing at the bookshelf with a grin.
"How-How is it getting, how is it back again?"
Ramon shrugs his shoulders as she snatched the book and opened it and she gasps in horror as she saw a new story being written called "The Big Toe"
"What's happening?" She cried!
Ramon soon looked over and he jerked back up against Stella's wall "what the hell! How does that work?!" He asked, trembling as the book continued to write. "I don't know but we've gotta make it stop!"
She starts tearing out the pages but to her own horror the story still continues on each page.
Ramon went pale once he starts reading the story- "A Mother-Mother was digging at the edge of the garden when she saw a big toe. It looks nice and plump," she said, "I'll put it in the stew." What kind of sick story is that?!" He asked Stella who only shook her head clearly just as confused as him.
"W-What.....?"
Her eyes widened once she reads Auggie's name on the page. "AUGGIE!!" She cries!

Stella grabs her radio and signals Auggie with fear racing through her entire body. "Auggie!"
"Auggie, pick up!!" She cried out, shaking.
"Hey, I'm eating make it fast." He grumbled with a mouthful of stew. "Auggie!" She cried out!
Auggie rolled his eyes at her mimicking her "Stella!"
"Auggie, do not eat anything. Listen, you're in the story. Whatever you do, do not eat anything!"
Auggie rolls his eyes at as he put the spoon down heading to look out the window for chuck to pop out and scare him, but he didn't....nobody was there.
"Har-Har. Very funny. Did chuck put you up to this Stella?" He asked, annoyance in his tone.
"Auggie, this isn't a joke. Okay, the story is writing itself right now. I don't know how or why, but we're reading it right here. "A Sound scared him. It was a voice, and it called out, "who took my toe?"
Auggie scoffed at that and radioed out just tired of listening to this; he didn't care about it.
Auggie put the radio back up in his room and he turn to head back downstairs until he heard a wet voice whisper behind him: "who....took....my......big....toe?" He jolted In place.  Whether Stella or Ramon was messing with him or not he was afraid. He slammed the door shut, he looked back over his shoulder. A corpse now stood at the end of the hall, it's hideous, lurching body barely visible in the shrinking space between the closing door and the jamb. Auggie backed away from his door, tiptoeing across his room and he eased himself onto the ground, careful not to breathe, and he shimmied his long, lean form under his bed.
   Creak.
  That footstep was closer. Auggie bit his tongue so hard he drew blood. It tasted almost as coppery as the delicious stew.
    Creak.
  The shadows of two feet crossed the open slit between Auggie's bedroom door and the floor. He froze in place.
  "Who......Took......My......Toe?!" Called the voice.
Auggie shivers as the doorknob began to turn.
A decomposing right foot stepped into the bedroom.
  The left foot dragged after the right. And it's big toe was missing. Creak. Right.
     He covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a sob. Creak. Left.
Auggie's body wracked silently under the bed. But he dared not make a sound.
Creak. right.
Auggie froze once The Cadaver's Mutilated feet stood right in front of his face. Black liquid oozed from the open wound where the big toe had been.
      He soon thought the Corpse was gone until he then felt two hands clamped around his ankles.
Auggie felt himself yanked back under the bed. His body rigid with fear, "BOOOOOOOO!" Shrieked the corpse. Once more on this horrifying night Auggie felt another aggressive tug on his legs. He screamed as he was pulled farther under the bed. Auggie clawed at the floor, trying to stop his fingernails scored the varnish, leaving erratic scratches before tearing loose from Auggie's raw nail beds. The retreating sight of his broken nails wedged in the floorboards made Auggie think of nails that hung so tremulously from that big toe.
   Auggie felt one last tug and then nothing.
        That was the last of August Hilderbrandt...