Dill shook his head at the trick-or-treater. “Dude, you are in so much trouble.”
“Whatever.”
“What did you come here for? You already finish all of my candy?” Peter asked angrily.
“No, I just threw it down a sewer drain,” Devil Boy said.
Peter and Dill both looked at the kid as though he had uttered something both indescribably stupid and unutterably evil. Which he had.
“You threw it…down a sewer drain?” Dill repeated in shock.
Devil Boy looked at his hand like he was inspecting his nails. “Yeah. I don’t eat candy.”
“Then why’d you steal it in the first place?!” Peter asked, horrified.
Devil Boy’s shadowy eye sockets zeroed in on Peter’s face. “To mess with you. In fact, that’s why I came here. So I can mess you up some more.”
Peter looked at Dill, and then they both stared at the red mask.
“To mess with us,” Dill said flatly, as though he were trying to understand but didn’t quite.
Devil Boy shook his head. “Not you.” He raised one hand and pointed a single finger at Peter. “Him.”
Peter felt ice water drizzle down his insides.
The kid turned back to Dill. “If you’re smart, you’ll leave right now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dill asked angrily.
“You don’t wanna find out.”
Peter shivered. “You better get out of here,” he said to Devil Boy. “My mom’s calling the sheriff.”
“Nobody’s coming,” the kid said quietly.
“Oh yeah? Why not?”
The kid didn’t answer. He just stood there staring at them from the black pits he had for eyes.
Mom came walking back through the hallway. She was already talking before she reached the door. “All right, young man, I just called the sheriff’s office and they’re sending over a deputy now. I’ll give you one last chance: you better get out of here if you know what’s good for you.”
Devil Boy shook his head slowly. “You didn’t talk to them.”
Mom sounded a little unsteady. “Yes I did, they’re coming now – ”
“You couldn’t have.”
Peter’s flesh was crawling. The kid was using that same monotone from before, the one he’d used right before the attack on the street.
What was worse, Mom didn’t sound entirely convincing. “And why couldn’t I have?” she asked haughtily.
The kid cocked his head slightly to the side before he answered. “Because we already cut the phone line to your house.”
Peter, Dill, and Mom stood there in shocked silence.
“You’re lying,” Peter said. He looked up at his mother. “He’s lying, right?”
“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mom said, her voice faltering. “I just talked to a deputy, and – ”
“You didn’t call them on your cell phone, either,” Devil Boy said.
Mom’s face turned white. Peter saw it and began to get very scared.
“Mom?” he whispered.
Devil Boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver object. A cell phone.
Mom gasped. Her voice shook. “How did you get that?!”
Copyright © 2009 Darren Pillsbury. All rights reserved.
7 comments:
Whoa, this is way creepy... I've been reading these stories for ages, but this is the first time I've been creepified enough to have to share! At least Peter's mum knows something about whats going on this time!
Yeah, all the other times his mum's been clueless and Peter and Dill have been told off by her - this time she can see it's not their fault for once!
DontPankik -
Yaaaay! I'm glad you were creepified enough to write in! I actually think this is the one story that frightened me the most as I wrote it. Except for Mercy outside the window, and Marisol sitting alone in the mall, and one scene in the next story. But those were only individual scenes...from this point on, PSYCHOS genuinely kind of scared me.
Cat -
Yup. It IS nice to let Mom realize that things aren't so great in Duskerville every once in awhile. Or should that be...'remind her'...?
DontPanik -
Sorry I misspelled your name on the previous post...
Oh Peter's mom.
It is a fine time to remember why you wanted to get out of Duskerville.
I figured all the crazy going-ons was one of the reasons she hightailed it out of that one horse town.
Though if I was her, I would have probably enjoyed living there. It's not everyday you have a vampire who has a crush on your son, or psycho trick-or-treaters. I think I'm a little jealous. =(
Also, about the whole Pocahontas story thing... I would read it up to a certain part before waiting till the next story came out.
Just like what i do to the movie. =P
~N7
N7 -
Ha ha! Well, don't worry, I won't torture you. I can't for the life of me think of a scary hook involving Pocahontas.
Yet.
These stories are a good reminder vampires and psychopaths are not always something to be jealous about.
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