Empty Hearts and Cold Hands

The Things In The Closet

"Tim? Do you know why the things in your closet want to kill you?"

"No."

"Because this world is a cold, terrible place. People like you have to die so that people like me can live. You don't want Momma to die too, do you?"

"No, Momma!"

"That's good, Tim."

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes." 

Her cold hand reached down and unlovingly wiped the tears from his cheeks. He looked up at her with big, blue, innocent eyes. The kind of eyes an unsuspecting victim would have right before he got eaten alive by the predator hiding in the dark. He trusted her, as most children trust their mothers, and that was his biggest mistake.

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The closet door slowly swung open. Pale fingers -more claw like than fingers really- reached out. She kept his head from turning to look forcefully, as her nervous eyes searched him for any sign of betrayal. She was scared of the fingers too. "It's time to go." 

"I don't want to go, Momma!"

"You have to. You promised me you didn't want me to die. After all I've done for you, honestly." Her words were cold and shaky.

"No!" 

"Shut up!" She pushed him then, into the hands. A satisfied smile creeped across her face as they pulled him back into the dark. He screamed and cried for her, but she did't listen. She got to live another night. 

Author Note:

I hope you guys like this, I tried to write something neat for Halloween since it's my favorite holiday. Constructive criticism is welcomed, I've never written something like this before.

Thanks!