The Doll Man
Hello there. Let me tell you about my best friend Jobeth Jenkins but
everyone called her J.J. for short. She’s thirteen like me and she’s been in my
homeroom at school every year since kindergarten but that is where our
similarities end. J.J. has long, mainly- brown hair that is kind of wavy. I say
mainly because a patch of her hair is blonde. My older brother, Doug, calls
this blonde patch the ‘’hooker highlight.’’
Real sweet guy huh? He’s a writer and he’s
kind of weird. He has all these scary movie posters hanging all over his
bedroom. He is away at college currently so I stay out of there. Anyway the
leaves crunched underfoot as J.J. and I walked home from school. The sidewalks
and streets crunched with frost because it had snowed briefly an hour before
school let out and stopped about fifteen minutes later.
J.J. and I noticed a mask shop on our
way home from school. The building was a brick one. The banner at the top of
the store read Hidden Faces.’’ This
place seems cool,’’ I said.
‘’We should totally go in and check
the place out.’’
‘’No way,’’ J.J. protested Halloween’s totally
lame!’’
‘’You can go in but I’ve got a piano
recital in about forty five minutes so I better split,’’ J.J. said.
My so called best friend turned and
jogged to her house. ‘’Chicken,’’ I hollered after J.J. but she did not hear me
or at least she pretended not to hear me anyway. I stepped inside the mask
shop. Oddly it smelled delicious. It smelled like a fresh, hot Pepperoni pizza
with extra, gooey cheese. The reason for this was because the clerk, behind the
counter, was eating pepperoni pizza off of a red, paper- plate. ‘’Greetings my
dear,’’ the store clerk said.
‘’What can I help you find today my
dear?’’
I’m not a lesbian but this woman was
totally beautiful. Her cascading hair hung over her right eye and she wore
clear lip gloss. I have a cousin named Clay who loved blondes. He’s only dated
four girls in his life. He’s only nineteen but all his girlfriends were blonde.
So this woman I referred to in my mind as a “Clay Blonde.”
I looked around and shook my head.
‘’No offense but these masks all suck; don’t you have anything pretty?’’
The store clerk tossed her pizza on
her plate and wiped her hands and mouth with a yellow napkin. A weird smile
crossed her face as she motioned for me to follow her as she stepped out from
behind the counter. She escorted me to the back of the store and let me behind
a mysterious purple curtain. We walked down a darkened cellar. The cellar
smelled musty.
A wall full of twenty
seven faces leered at me. They were young faces and all beautiful as well and
they were all girls’ faces. ‘’There are so many masks to choose from I don’t
know which one to choose,’’ I admitted.
The store clerk smiled at me before grabbing a random mask
off one of the bottom hooks. She handed me the mask and I frowned. ‘’Um you
handed me a mask with African American features,’’ I complained.
‘’So,’’ the store clerk said.
‘’Well does beautiful really have a color?’’
I smiled. ‘’No I guess it doesn’t.’’
‘’How much do you want for this mask,’’ I asked.
‘’It’s yours.’’
‘’Seriously,’’ I asked.
The store clerk nodded.
‘’Seriously,’’ the store clerk said as she winked at me.
‘’Thank you so much,’’
I said.
‘’No my dear, thank you,’’ the store clerk whispered.
Eventually Halloween arrived. It was about fifteen minutes
before trick or treating would start and there I stood in front of my bathroom
dressed in a mini skirt and a yellow, sweater. I wore white, tennis shoes. I
placed the mask over my face and a curious thing happened. My actual skin
darkened to match the shade of the mask. My breasts grew a full cup size and my
waist instantly slimmed down and my hips widened and my butt lifted and became
rounder and tighter.
‘’Oh my, gosh,’’ I thought.
I ripped the mask off and I changed back into me. My breasts,
shrank my skin became pasty and my face filled up with freckles again.
‘’Gross,’’ I thought.
I put the mask on and I became beautiful again. I headed out
the front door. I met J.J. out in front of her house. When she saw me she
frowned. ‘’Who the heck are you,’’ J.J. asked.
‘’It’s me, Lizzie,’’ I said.
‘’Lizzie who,’’ J.J. said.
‘’You’re best friend Lizzie Storm,’’ I bellowed.
‘’I don’t believe you.’’
‘’Watch I’ll prove it to you,’’ I said.
I yanked off the mask
and I was me again.
J.J.’s mouth hung open. ‘’How’d you do that,’’ J.J. asked.
Are you in league with the devil or something like that? How
did you just change like that,’’ J.J. asked.
‘’I don’t know this mask is like magic or something,’’ I
admitted.
J.J. chuckled.
‘’Magic, what do you mean?’’
‘’I don’t know,’’ I
said with a shrug.
‘’It’s like its alive or something.’’
‘’You’re too much you really are a dork,’’ replied J.J.
sarcastically.
‘’Come on let’s get some candy,’’ I said sounding slightly
agitated at J.J.’s insensitivity and curtness.
The two of us walked down the sidewalk side by side. My hips
gently swayed in rhythm with every step I took. J.J. noticed this and commented
on it. ‘’What are you doing?’’
‘’I’m walking why?’’
‘’You know what I mean why are you walking like that?’’
‘’Walking like what?’’
‘’You know what I mean,’’ J.J. said.
‘’No I don’t know what you mean,’’ I replied.
‘’Why, are you walking, like a call girl,’’ J.J. blurted out.
‘’Up yours,’’ I shot back.
‘’You are acting totally weird tonight; it’s like you’re
letting that stupid mask go to your head or something.’’
‘’You’re just jealous because for once I’m the pretty girl
and you’re the plain Jane,’’ I snapped.
J.J. rolled her eyes at me. ‘’You’re totally demented; you
know this right?’’
‘’Whatever,’’ I muttered bitterly.
We continued walking down the frost, covered sidewalk in
silence. I heard a voice inside my ear say “attack’’. I wrapped my hands around
J.J.’s throat and began strangling her. J.J.’ eyes bulged. Her face started
turning red. She gasped and struggled to free herself from my grip but I was
much too strong. A crowd of trick or treaters and concerned parents gathered
around J.J. and myself.
‘’Let the child go you psycho; you’ll kill the poor girl,’’ a
fat woman yelled.
A gray haired man pulled me away from J.J. and spun me around
and grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard. ‘’What’s the matter with you
girl? Don’t you know you could’ve killed your friend?’’
I managed to pull myself away from him and I took off running
in the opposite direction. I kept playing the whole ugly incident over and over
again in my head. I saw J.J.’s face turning red as I strangled her. I could
still hear my best friend panting like a Border- Collie as I felt her windpipe
constrict through my fingers. I heard angry jeers and shouting behind me. I ran
home. I ran up to my bedroom and ripped off my mask.
‘’You stupid, evil mask,’’ I roared with anger.
‘’You made me attack my best friend; and now everyone in this
town thinks I’m a total psycho now because of you!’’
I balled my hands into fists and slugged my bed hard. I
screamed like a deranged lunatic as I wailed on my bed. I sat down on my bed
and started to cry. Everything in my life was falling apart. I’m sure my best
friend will never talk to me again and the entire neighborhood wants to lynch
me. Suddenly I remembered the townspeople did not know what I looked like. They
thought I was some random, crazy black chick. But my best friend knows it was
me.
I happened to glance up and I noticed something in the full
length mirror on my bedroom mirror. My face was missing .My hair was still on
my head but I had no face. ‘’Where the Hell did my face go,’’ I yelled.
I tossed a hoodie on and zipped it up to my neck. I pulled
off a pillow case from one of the pillows on my bed and I shoved the horrible
mask into the pillowcase. I tossed the hood over my head and pull the draw
strings up tight so as to hide as much of my missing face as possible to avoid
suspicion. I sneaked out the back door in the kitchen.
I snuck across front lawns and through an alley. A cold wind
sliced through my body and I shuddered violently. Dogs barked in the distance.
I felt something scratch my leg. I looked down and saw a black, cat had
scratched my ankle. He was hiding in a trashcan lying on its side.
I saw his green eyes glaring at me from the darkened innards
of the trashcan. He scampered off into the darkness like a tramp in the night.
Finally I arrived at the mask shop. I peered inside the shop and saw the light
was still on. I opened the front door of the shop and saw the blonde girl
filing her nails behind the counter. ‘’You’re stupid mask ruined my life,’’ I
yelled as I pulled the mask out of the pillowcase and slammed on the counter. I
pulled off my hood and showed her my lack of a face. The blonde woman smiled as
she rubbed her index finger and the middle finger on her right hand on the
inner lining of the mask along the jawline.
‘’Daddy will be so pleased,’’ the blonde woman said.
‘’Excuse me,’’ I fired back.
‘’My father, Harrison Williamson,’’ the blonde said.
‘’You mean the Doll Man?’’
The shop owner nodded.
‘’Who are you and why are you trying to resurrect the Doll
Man?’’
‘’I am Lenore Williamson, the daughter of who you call The
Doll Man: With your soul I will resurrect my father and add you to his
collection!’’
‘’Collection of what,’’ I demanded.
The shop owner grinned slightly. ‘’Dolls, my dear,’’
When I turned around I saw twenty seven faceless children
standing behind me. They all wore little, black dresses with big, puffy sleeves.
‘’Join us,’’ the children chanted.
I clamped my hands over my ears.
‘’Stop it go away go away!’’
‘’Join us join us!’’
I pushed through the zombie – like horde and ran screaming
from the mask shop. The night was filled with a sinister, green fog. I heard
low moaning in the fog. I saw a figure standing in the fog. He wore a black
fedora and a black suit and tie. He wore a light gray with nothing more than
black mesh over the eyes and no mouth or nose hole.
He grabbed me and carried me kicking and screaming back to
the shop. The faceless children grabbed me and ushered into a backroom with a
purple door. They shoved me inside and locked me in. I beat against the door
and of course it was futile. I looked around the room to try and figure out
where I was. It looked like I as in an oversized dollhouse. The wallpaper was
blue. The furniture although human size appeared plastic and gray.
A sad, empty plate sat atop an empty table. Plastic a plastic
knife and fork lied next to the empty plate on the right side. It was as if I
could still see the phantom of some tea party goers still seated at this
macabre site. The walls all started to bleed and heave and shake almost
mimicking human breathing.
I saw a broken, tea cup lying shattered on the floor. I
ventured down the narrow hallway. Eyes in portraits on the walls followed me as
I walked. I heard screams as the hallway began filling up with blood. It was up
to my ankles. I waded through the blood and looked for any possible exits. I
found none. As soon as I stepped into the master bedroom I noticed it was dry.
No blood in here. The door slammed shut behind me. I noticed
a child with long, blonde hair brushing her hair in the mirror on the dresser.
Her back was turned to me. I approached the child. ‘’Excuse me,’’ I said.
‘’Can you tell me if there’s a way out of here.’’
I squeezed the girl’s shoulder. She spun around exposing her
skeletal face to me. I stepped back and screamed. I winced with sheer
revulsion. One of her eyeballs hung out of its eye socket. I screamed as the
skeletal child reached out her bloody fingers and wrapped them around my wrist.
‘’Join us,’’ the dead girl implored.
‘’Go away,’’ I exclaimed.
She opened up her mouth and a large, black, forked tongue
shot out of her mouth. It pulsated with gooey, red blood and black bile. It
coiled around my throat and began choking me. My eyes bulged. My hands trembled
and I gasped for breaths. It felt like a boa constrictor was squeezing tighter
and tighter her throat.
I felt very faint. The light on the room grew dimmer and
dimmer until eventually I just passed out. I awoke several hours later although
I had no memory of ever being asleep. I stared silently, straight ahead. I
stared out through a glassy window. It was actually made of plastic. I was
wrapped up in a giant toy box.
I could not move, or blink or speak all I could do was cry.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched the doll man holding my face in his
left hand. The Doll Man was left handed. He walked out of his bedroom and
clicked off the light when he left leaving me alone in the darkness.
Dream Walker
Thirteen year old
Ross Gallows’ groaned from the back seat as the Gallows family Buick Century
pulled into the driveway of the Gallows’ family’s new home. Derrick Gallows the
patriarch of the family smiled as he stared at his family’s new home. ‘’Home sweet
home,’’ Derrick said.
Patty Gallows was the
matriarch of the Gallows clan. She looked at her twins in the back seat. Ross
had a twin sister named Star. ‘’What do you kids think of the new house,’’
Patty asked.
‘’It looks like
Dracula’s castle,’’ Ross muttered bitterly.
‘’I think it’s
totally far out mom and dad,’’ Star said.
Ross rolled his eyes
at his sister. ‘’You’re such a space cadet; is there any oxygen on your planet
Star,’’ Ross asked.
‘’You’re such a
negative nelly when are you going to grow up, man,’’ Star shot back.
‘’Come on you kids
stop your bickering this is going to be a real adventure living in front of a
cemetery,’’ Derrick boasted.
Ross shivered at the
sound of the word. Cemetery, ‘’There’s a cemetery behind our house,’’ Ross
asked meekly. Derrick turned around and shot his son a creepy grin.
‘’Yep that’s why we
got the house so cheap,’’ Derrick said.
‘’That’s so cool
maybe the house will be haunted,’’ Star said cheerfully.
‘’Shut up Star,’’
Ross snapped at his sister.
‘’You’re such a
chicken grow up will you,’’ Star shot back.
‘’Eat it Star,’’ Ross
said.
‘’You’re such a
pain,’’ Star groaned.
‘’Can’t you kids stop
your bickering for two seconds,’’ Patty snapped.
Sorry mom,’’ both
kids groaned in unison.
The inside of the
house was dark and the windows were boarded up. A fat spider dropped in Ross’
hair. He shrieked as he swatted at his mop of shaggy, blonde hair. The spider
hit the floor and scurried quickly away. ‘’Did you see the size of that spider?
It was enormous,’’ Ross bellowed.
Star chuckled. ‘’It
was just a little spider don’t have a cow dude.’’
‘’Why don’t you go be
brain dead somewhere else Star,’’ Ross shot back at his sister.
‘’You’re so
juvenile,’’ Star muttered as she turned and stomped up the stairs angrily.
That night Ross had a
dream. It was more of a nightmare really. In his dream Ross found himself in
the cemetery behind his new home. The moon was covered in an icy fog as the
tombstones gently swayed in the cool breeze. Ross saw a hooded figure kneeling
beside a tombstone. Ross approached the figure and called out to the mysterious
hooded figure. ‘’Who are you?’’
The hooded figure
slowly rose and turned around slowly. The inside of the hood was too dark to
make out any features of a face or anything like that. The hooded figure seized
the boy by the shoulders and shook him. The boy felt the hooded figure draining
energy from the boy. The boy woke up and found himself back in his bedroom. He
stared at the Dracula poster above his bed and shuddered. Ross sat up and
placed his feet on the cold, hardwood floor.
He stood up and
headed toward his bathroom. He clicked on the light switch and looked in the
bathroom mirror. He frowned when he noticed how pale he looked. ‘’I really need
to get more sun every once in a while,’’ Ross muttered.
Ross clicked off the
light and went back to sleep. When he awoke he was greeted by his angry sister.
She stood over her brother with her arms folded across her chest. ‘’What were
you doing in my bedroom last night creep,’’ Star hissed.
‘’What are you
talking about I was in my own bedroom all night,’’ Ross said.
‘’I saw you standing
at the foot of my bed at about 2 o’clock in the morning,’’ Star hissed.
‘’You’re insane you
know that,’’ Ross snapped.
‘’Just stay out of my
bedroom or else I’ll sock you!’’
‘’Yeah whatever,’’
Ross muttered.
Star stomped off
angrily into the hallway. Ross sat up and shook his head. ‘’That girl is
nuts,’’ Ross muttered under his breath. Ross washed up and got dressed and went
downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Ross saw his father seated at the
kitchen table reading a novel. Star was
in the living room doing her stretching exercises. Patty stood in front of the
kitchen stove cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon wafted through the air. The
smell of the bacon caused Ross’ stomach to howl.
Mom walked over to
dad’s plate and scraped some eggs onto dad’s plate and next some onto my own.
She tossed the pan into the sink and grabbed the pan of bacon and scraped some
bacon onto dad’s plate and next she scraped some bacon onto my plate. Star walked
into the kitchen. She was covered in sweat and she wore a gray headband, gray
shorts over purple tights and a half gray belly shirt.
Star sat down and mom
placed a small plate with a grapefruit on it in front of Star. The entire
family ate in silence.
After breakfast
Derrick retired to his office to do some writing. Ross sat at his computer
playing a computer game in his bedroom. Ross pressed the button on his joystick
rapid fire as he blasted zombies on the computer screen. He heard a voice call
to him. It was his sister Star. Ross raced into his sister’s bedroom and
stopped dead in his tracks when he appeared in the doorway. He saw a casket
propped up against the closet.
‘’Did you do this,’’
Star asked as she pointed to the casket.
‘’Did I do what,’’
Ross asked.
Ross’ sister sighed.
‘’Did you bring this casket up to my bedroom?’’
‘’Are you nuts,’’
Ross screamed.
‘’Well if you didn’t
bring this here who did,’’ Star raised her voice.
‘’I don’t know,’’
Ross screamed.
Star threw up her
hands in desperation. ‘’Well we have to lug this thing out of her; I’m not
sleeping with a coffin in my bedroom.’’
‘’I don’t blame
you,’’ Ross muttered.
‘’Will you help me
lug it outside,’’ Star asked.
‘’To where,’’ Ross
asked.
‘’To the cemetery of
course,’’ Star said.
Chapter 2
Ross swallowed hard.
‘’The cemetery, why are we taking it there,’’ Ross asked.
‘’Where else do you
think a casket came from,’’ Star snapped.
‘’Do you think
there’s a dead guy in it or something,’’ Star asked.
‘’Ross shuddered.
‘’You’re totally sick you know that?’’
Star bent down and
opened the lid to the casket. ‘’That’s weird,’’ Star said.
‘’It’s just filled
with dirt.’’
Ross’ eyes grew wide
with fright. ‘’Like a vampire?’’
‘’Ha hah what are you
talking about,’’ Star asked.
‘’ In vampire lore it
is said vampires must sleep in a casket with soil from their homeland during
the day,’’ Ross replied.
‘’Oh brother,’’ Star
said as she rolled her eyes.
Both kids heard their
father’s voice boom and it made them jump. ‘’There it is,’’ Derrick said.
Both kids spun around
and saw their dad standing in the doorway. Derrick glided across the room and
knelt down beside the casket and smiled. ‘’It even came with the soil inside
the coffin how cool is that,’’ Derrick asked.
‘’Dad what’s going on
here,’’ Ross asked.
‘’Well you know how
I’m writing about vampire myths right?’’
‘’Right,’’ Ross
replied.
‘’Well I ordered this
coffin online as inspiration for my new vampire book; you see this particular
coffin belonged to a dream walker or a psychic vampire named Michael Darling.’’
‘’That’s really
creepy dad,’’ Ross said.
‘’Yeah dad I agree
it’s totally creepy,’’ Star said.
‘’Ha hah I thought
you usually dug this creepy stuff Star,’’ Derrick asked.
‘’Yeah but this is
too much,’’ Star groaned.
Derrick laughed.
‘’Help me lift this thing will you,’’ Derrick asked.
‘’Sure dad,’’ Ross
said.
Ross bent down and
grabbed one of the handles and his dad lifted the other end and the father and
son carried the casket to the basement. The basement was a cluttered mess. It
was lined with stacks of boxes. A piano sat in the corner of the basement. It
appeared sad because no one was fingering her keys. In that respect the piano
was like a shy teenage girl.
The piano wanted to
be undressed and wanted to be manipulated by a competent maestro with strong
hands and a keen, musical ear. After Derrick went upstairs Ross sat down at the
piano and began to play it. He had never played before but he began to play
flawlessly. The tune he was playing was the ‘’Funeral March.’’ Ross gasped as
he realized what he was playing. The boy glanced over his right shoulder and
noticed a black mist forming in the corner of the basement.
The mist took the
shape of a hooded figure towering in at six foot five. The mist floated over to
the boy and encircled his head. Ross ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He
slammed the basement door and leaned against it panting heavily. He heard a
voice call to him from the other side of the basement door.
‘’I’m in your mind
Ross,’’ the voice hissed.
‘’I know what scares
you; I’ll drive you nuts and then I’ll kill you!’’
Ross’ knees quaked
with extreme fear. He began sweating. He felt a strong presence begin pounding
on the basement door. Thump, thump, thump. The door shook as if someone was
trying to bust it down. Ross pressed all his weight into the door as the
unknown force slammed into the door. Ross’ heart thudded against his ribcage
furiously. His body tensed up with extreme fear. His breathing grew faster and
more, shallow.
The banging stopped
and Ross placed his ear to the door. He heard and felt something bang hard one
last time on the other side of the door. He ran upstairs screaming. He passed
his sister in the hallway. She was carrying a Popsicle in her right hand. Ross
grabbed his sister by the elbows and shook her. ‘’We have to tell mom and dad
that we have to leave this house it’s haunted!’’
Star laughed.
‘’What,’’
‘’This house is
haunted,’’ Ross said.
‘’You must be
joking,’’ Star said rolling her eyes.
Ross shook his head.
‘’No way sis I’m telling you this house is haunted!’’
‘’Would you stop
clowning around,’’ Star bellowed.
Ross gripped his
sister’s wrist. ‘’I’m totally serious Star why won’t you believe me?’’
Star gazed into her
brother’s eyes and shook her head. ‘’You’re serious aren’t you?’’
Ross nodded solemnly.
‘’Yes,’’
‘’What are we going
to do,’’ Star asked.
‘’Dad loves it here.’’
Ross shrugged. ‘’It
looks like we’re going to have to live with a ghost.’’
Star and Ross both
shuddered. ‘’That’s not a pleasant thought is it,’’ Star asked.
‘’definitely not,’’
Ross whispered.
That night Ross
dreamt he was out in the cemetery. He walked over one of the graves and began
sinking. He struggled but he kept sinking. He was in quicksand. Ross screamed
when he saw the hooded figure step out from behind a tombstone. The figure
grabbed Ross by the shoulders ad bared his fangs to the terrified boy. He sank
his teeth into the boy’s neck.
Ross shot up in bed.
His hair and face glistened with sweat. He panted as he tried catching his
breath. He ran his fingers over his neck and he felt two teeth marks. He
staggered into the bathroom and clicked the light on. He gasped when he saw
teeth marks on his neck.
‘’No way,’’ Ross
shrieked.
The next day Ross
awoke enveloped in total darkness. It took Ross a couple of minutes to realize
that I was inside the coffin his dad ordered online. Ross lifted the lid and
emerged from the casket. ‘’How did I get inside the casket,’’ Ross thought to
himself.
‘’Did I fall asleep
in there and I don’t remember or did the ghost of Michael Darling place me
inside that coffin somehow’’ Ross wondered to himself.
Nothing made sense to
Ross anymore. Breakfast was a total blur. Ross did not eat a thing. As soon as
Ross stepped outside he hissed as the warm sunlight hit my pale skin. Ross’
skin actually started to bubble. Ross put on some sunscreen and a pair of dark
sunglasses and headed out the door. The sun shone brightly overhead as Ross
walked down the sidewalk. A white van pulled up beside Ross and slowly drove
beside him.
Ross quickened his
walking pace. The van sped up slightly to keep up with the boy. Ross walked
even faster. The van sped up again. Ross sprinted across lawns. He ducked into
a back alley. Ross watched as the van drove by the alley. Ross went to the
park. He met a few kids his own age at the park. They were a player short and
asked him to play a game of pickup, tackle football. Ross agreed.
After tackling a boy
named Doug Winters to the ground he noticed Doug’s shin was bleeding. Ross’
mouth began salivating. He grabbed the boy by his leg and licked a trickle of
blood off of Doug’s shin. ‘’What the Hell are you doing you freak,’’ Doug
groaned.
‘’Come on, let’s get
out of here, this guy’s totally sick,’’ one of the boy’s said.
The group of boy’s
dispersed and Ross was left alone. Ross stood up and dusted himself off. He
sighed. ‘’What is happening to me,’’ Ross muttered.
‘’Am I really turning
into a vampire?’’
The taste of blood
made Ross’ tongue tingle. ‘’It tasted great,’’ Ross thought.
He had to have more.
He saw a bird sit down perch on a nearby birdbath. Ross thought about snatching
the bird and drinking its blood but he knew the other park goers would see him
and be totally revolted. He remembered his dad saying Michael Darling was a
telepathic vampire so maybe since he was bitten by a mental vampire he could
drain the bird with his mind. Ross thought real hard and soon he could taste
the bird’s blood. The bird dropped dead and shriveled up like a piece of
chicken skin and landed in the water. The dead bird floated in the bird bath.
Ross could not sleep.
He was a vampire. Vampires never slept at night. They hunted. Ross opened his
window and floated out of it. He soared over the town. The breezed kissed his
face as he glided over his sleepy neighborhood. Ross found a blonde lady
jogging in blue short shorts and a white, sleeveless tank top. She was
listening to her Walkman. Ross swooped down and stealthily landed quietly
behind the woman. As she bent over to tie her shoe Ross grabbed the woman by
the waist and dragged her into the bushes. His vampirism gave him supernatural
strength.
The woman screamed.
The bushes rattled. She tore and clawed at the boy’s face and clothes. Soon she
fell silent. She stopped kicking, stopped screaming, stopped moving and stopped
breathing. Ross staggered out of the bushes. Ross’ clothes were torn. His fangs
were drawn oozed with fresh blood. ‘’I’m a monster,’’ Ross lamented.
He flew home and
dragged the coffin his dad bought online out into the cemetery. He stole a
lighter from his dad’s jacket pocket. The jacket hung from the living room
closet. Ross dragged the coffin out into the cemetery and set the coffin on
fire. His fangs retracted and the color returned to his cheeks. He was no
longer a vampire he was a normal boy. He pumped his fists into the air. ‘’Dig
it,’’ Ross exclaimed.
‘’I’m me again!’’
Derrick grounded his
son for a week after he found out Ross torched the coffin he ordered. Ross went
to sleep the night after he had burned the coffin and dreamt that he was
feeding on that woman he killed. He awoke screaming and ran into the bathroom
and tossed up the toilet lid and seat and vomited.
