Garry The Impaler

Prologue

On a chilly autumn night, on the suburbs of SunnyVille, North Carolina. The Johnson’s family was preparing turkey dinner for their blonde headed, perky pink cheeked children. Mr. And Mrs. Johnson had a son and a daughter. One was Annie, an eight year old with sparkling blue eyes, and her older brother of 3 years, Johnny who likes football. They were all set up on the table with father, the children sitting on opposite sides, all waiting patiently as their mother dressed in a beautiful red autumn dress bring their delicious turkey meal.

“I’ll have the drumstick!” Annie shot out.

“I’ll have the breasts.” Says Johnny winking, speaking in double meaning.

“Now now children, I think we all know, who gets the breasts.” Mr. Johnson speaks with authority in his tone.

“Pfft, aww dear, we have enough for everybody.” Mrs. Johnson approaches her husband and gives him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. 

“Oh, is anyone visiting?” Mrs. Johnson asks her husband.

“Not that I know of.” Mr. Johnson replies.

“I’ll get it!” Johnny is already heading to door before his mother could protest.

The door opens slowly as fog oozes in the room. A man, tall, dark and mysterious stands in the doorway.

“Is there still room for one more? I could sure use a breast right now.” the man speaks.

Mrs. Johnson gasps. 

“Oh, sorry, I meant the turkey breasts, if you don’t mind. Yours are looking quite supple tonight.” the man explains.

Mrs. Johnson gasps again, her hands covering her mouth and her skin turning pale.

“It’s okay honey, I’m sure he’ll like your breasts.” Mr. Johnson says nervously.

“Your turkey breasts I mean.” he adds.

There was dead silence as this man approached and stood there at the foot of the table.

“Are you the boogeyman?” Annie asks, mustering her bravery.

Everybody now observes the man, his features are strong. He has high cheek bones, smooth caramel skin, and a thick suave mustache. There was something quite strange about the man. His aura had a strange effect to everyone. Especially to Johnny, he had hard feelings for this man.

“No.” the man grinned from ear to ear. His eyes sparkled on Annie’s blue pebbles.

“Do you like sweets?” the man added.

Annie’s eyes widened and excitement rushed through her skin. She nodded her head vigorously.

“I love candy! My favorite are the big, sweet, mouth watering, those that leave your mouth frothing with white stuff!” Annie exclaims. Her parents are wide eyed.

“I have a surprise for you...” The man reaches for his pants.

In little Johnny's point of view, he couldn’t really make out what the man had. It was dark, thick and long. It reminded him of a big cucumber.

“Annie don’t---!” Mrs. Johnson is cut off.

And Annie’s head was bobbing away, sucking and gulping on the man’s hard candy.

A moan erupts from his throat.

“That’s it! Enough!” Mr. Johnson jolts up. 

“I’m calling the cops, whoever you are, you have no right to enter this house. You’re a stranger and you can’t give my children strange candy!” Mr. Johnson face is furious.

“But, Sam... Don’t you remember me?” the man turns to him and a sardonic smile is etched on his face.

Mr. Johnson freezes, his mind processing, confused. Did that man just call him with his first name? Who is this guy? He thought. Before he could get his fingers on it, the man interrupted him.

“Well, it’s been nice seeing you.” he walks over the table and grabs the turkey dinner and dumps it inside his bag. “But, I’ve got to skedaddle.” the man kicks Mrs. Johnson on the right breast, she shrieks. This makes little Johnny angry, he jumps on top of the table too and starts to punch the man. But the stranger just blocks them with his big hand to his forehead, preventing him to go any further. Mr. Johnson still stood frozen, Mrs. Johnson writhing in agony on the floor and little Johnny rendered useless.

“I’ll be back.” he says and jumps off the table walking towards the door.

“No!” a high pitched scream breaks.

“Don’t leave!” Annie rushes and hugs his limb.

“Hush now.. I’ll return for you.” he places a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re mine, my little pudding. You’re always mine.” his eyes fixed on her blue pebbles once more and with that he was gone with the wind.

Some nights in the future, little Annie will remember this and she’ll wet herself again, reminiscing the ache in her body and heart. But tonight, all she will remember is the taste of his candy in her small mouth and how much she longs for the succulence again.