Man, I am so bored! I would do my homework but it’s done already, I don’t like watching TV, and I’m sick of all of my music.
So here I sit, on the front door-step, watching cars drive by and kids ride their bikes.
I would watch the grass grow; but I’ve done that too!
“Sara!” I jumped at the sound of my name.
“Sara!” I sighed and got to my feet.
I shuffled inside and made my way toward the kitchen.
“Yes, mum?” I asked in feigned interest.
My mother stood at the counter with her elbows deep in hot soapy water and food smears across her black apron. The kitchen had the mouth-watering aroma of freshly baked bread, cookies and muffins. Spread all along the onyx counter –tops sat trays of cookies, muffins and baskets of bread. My empty stomach whined in hunger, and the glands on my tongue watered.
“I need you to go to the shop, and get some milk, butter and sugar.” My mother said as she scrubbed a pan with exaggerated vigour.
“Okay.” I mumbled.
Finally something to do! I cheered silently.
“Grab money from my wallet, it’s in my bag on the dining room table.” She pointed toward to dining room with a soapy finger. I nodded and sauntered into the dining with a new bounce in my step.
I swung her bag onto my shoulder and trotted out the front door, and hummed my way to the shop.
* * *
With the milk, butter and sugar safely packed into my mother’s purse, I made my way home somewhat reluctantly.
Maybe I should join a sports team, I thought to myself.
I could play netball, or soccer, or touch rugby. Although I’m not the queen of sports, I could always learn plus it would give me something to do!
I made a mental note to join a sports team at school tomorrow.
I jumped in fright at the sudden sound; I paused in the middle of the side-walk and looked around. But I saw nothing or no one. It was probably a tree branch…
I continued walking slowly, contemplating more activities’ that I could do.
I froze. That defiantly was not a tree branch. I picked up the pace and power walked.
I looked around in terror and started jogging.
I prepared myself to run when a cat stepped out from the looming shadow of a pine tree and stood staring at a point behind my ear. I swivelled my neck to see what was behind, but nothing was there.
I frowned and faced the cat, and noticed that those sounds have stopped.
I sagged in relief and scooped the cat up into my arms.
“Are you the one making all those sounds aye kitty?” I cooed.
Its cheshire gaze never left the point behind my shoulder, as I cradled it in my arms.
“You’re a strange little thing aren’t you?” I said softly.
I gasped and dropped the cat; the noise wasn’t the cat…
The midnight coloured cat yowled and bounded away with all its fur standing on end.
My heart beat a tattoo against my rib cage and chills skittered down my spine.
I whimpered in fear and dropped my mother’s purse and sprinted home with tears of fright blurring my vision.
With every step I took the sound followed me, the sound reverberating through my ears.
I caught sight of a male figure, standing in the middle of the side-walk.
With a grateful whimper I sprinted toward him.
“Sir, could you please help me.” I pleaded between the exhausted huffs of my breath.
I eyed him up down.
With a long calf-length trench coat, black jeans, black shirt, black boots and a menacing black fedora that covered over half of his face. I took a frightened step back.
I screamed and prepared myself to run but before I could take a step, the man’s arm shot out and grasped me tightly. I attempted to tug my arm away but his hold only tightened.
“Let me go!” I sobbed.
I heard a faint raspy sound, and it took me a moment to realize that the sound was him laughing.
“Help!” I screamed, praying that someone somewhere will hear me.
“Somebody, please help me!” I screamed again.
“No one can help you now.” The male taunted.
I looked back at him fright, and bit back the scream that bubbled up in my throat.
His eyes, they are nothing but an empty shell. No pupil, iris or eyeball. Just a pitch black socket.
“Who are y-you?” I stammered.
He smiled a cold, malicious smile. My eyes flickered to his mouth, and I noticed his teeth were black with rot, and looked to be sharper then a cats fangs and just as long.
“I am Scratch Scratch.” He stated in his raspy voice.
“That’s a strange name.” I whispered past numb lips.
I felt the blood drain from my face and ice creep into my veins.
“I’m going to be your new friend.” He stated in the rough raspy voice.
My eyes widened.
“But it has to be our little secret. No one but you can see me and hear my voice. But others can feel me, and if you tell anyone about me, I will kill them.” He nodded toward the tree.
I looked over and screamed.
From the tree hung what used to be a dog, the fur and skin lay at the foot of the tree and hundreds scratch marks marred the exposed flesh, bone and muscle of the dog. The scratches reminded me of a lions. Bile pooled inside my mouth, and skated across my tongue. I viciously swallowed it down and clenched my teeth together.
He suddenly let go of my arm, and took a step away from me.
Without a backward glance I shot away from him and ran as fast as my feet could carry me.
I thundered up the steps to my home, flung the door open and slammed and locked it behind me.
“Sara, how many times have I told you not to slam the front door!” My mother shouted from the kitchen.
I wiped away the tears that still lingered on my chapped cheeks, and walked into the kitchen.
My mother sat with my sister, eating a batch of cookies and chatting. They paused and looked at me.
“Did you get the milk, butter and sugar?” My mother asked, resuming eating her cookie.
The smells in the kitchen assaulted me again, but instead of making me hungry a wave of nausea rolled through me.
I shook my head and sat down beside them at the counter.
“Why not? Dammit Sara, why do you never listen to me?” My mother asked in a frustrated huff.
I took a deep shaky breath and told them what happened…
* * *
“I’m home!” I called out as I stepped over the threshold.
I curled my lip as the smell of rotting meat slammed into me.
“Jesus.” I breathed thickly.
I walked into the living room and froze.
What lay in the living room can only be described as something out of a horror movie.
From the ceiling dangled three pieces of mangled flesh, huge silver hooks protruded through meat and wire twined around them, and ran back up to the ceiling and threaded through more hooks. Pools of blood stained the once golden yellow carpet and splatters of blood coated the walls, windows and every piece of furniture, almost as if someone had taken red paint and splashed it around.
I looked back at the meat. There was no skin, hair or nails, nothing but bones, flesh and are those claw marks?
And finally it registered to me that, those three pieces of meat were what’s left of my family.
I sank to my knees and stared in shock and growing horror.
“No, no, no!” I screamed!
I raked my hands through my hair and cried out for my family.
* * *
“Mary, can you go to the store and get some bread?” Quinn, my older sister asked.
“No. I’m never going to the shop again.” I protested.
Quinn rolled her moss green eyes.
“Don’t be a baby. They caught the guy that killed that family. It has nothing to do with that shop. Now hurry up and go.” She put her wallet and my jackets in her arms and shoved m out the door.
I sighed and started toward the shop…
That wasn’t so bad, I thought to myself as I made my way home.