The Perfect Collection

Part: 1 out of 2

She lowered the knife down and prepared their supper. Jessica smiled to herself and put the knife into her other hand. Slowly, she picked up the plate of food, which was a combination of little children’s toes and blood. “It’s time my little precious,” Jessica called out to the dark, underground cellar. She headed down into the cellar, still carrying the plate and the knife. When she reached the bottom, she heard a scream. She laughed and laughed.

“Screaming will only make it worse.”

Jessica set down the food on the floor, leaving the knife her hand. She walked over to another wall and flipped the switch, turning on the light bulb that barely gives out any light

The sounds of her footstepss were the only sound echoing through the room. When she reached the far wall she stopped in her tracks.

“Come out wherever you are, I have your dinner.”

Silence.

“I said, come out.”

Silence.

“COME OUT YOU ROTTEN CREATURES!”

Jessica heard tiny sets of footsteps getting closer. The footsteps stop.

“Closer.” Jessica called.

The footsteps started up again, this time as they got near, she could see the small girl’s face in the light from the light bulb.

“Good, now where is the other one? Hm?”

“H-he’s dead.” The voice was so small and quiet, almost inaudible.

“Well that won’t work...I guess I’ll have to get another one.” 

Jessica’s eyes scanned the room and she automatically found the body of the boy. She stared down at boy who was laying on his back and not moving. She looked down at the small girl. Jessica walked briskly over the girl and forced the knife into her hands.

“Cut off his hand.”

The little girl looked up in horror. She just shook her head.

“Do it, or I’ll cut off your hand.” The little girl had tears running down her face. She slowly walked over to the boy’s lifeless body. She got on her knees and begins to saw off his hand.

.........

Jessica looked up on a shelf in her bedroom, 48 hands lay on the shelves. ‘My collection’ she thought to herself. She picked up the hand of the boy from earlier that day and placed it on the shelf, almost complete...I only need one more. She walked out of her bedroom and down to the underground cellar. She reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to the little girl’s lifeless corpse where her hand was right beside her, unattached. Jessica smiled to herself and picked up the girl’s hand. ‘Finally my collection is complete’ She thought. Fifty hands of children can finally lie on her shelf in her bedroom.