Misunderstandings can sometimes be beautiful. The well crafted creation of the miscommunication can warp reality into disasters striking and creating messes one after the other until you may see it unfixable. The misunderstanding can create a mess so well pieced together that nothing else could have caused it. And sometimes the mess created can be far greater and scarier than you may have bargained for.
"Why do I have to babysit Timmy tonight?" I asked. This was my first night off in like two weeks and I have to spend it looking after some kid.
"You're watching him because your mom and I are going on a date," my dad replied. "We haven't been on one in years because we've had so much going on. You know better than anyone."
I rolled my eyes. I knew they had to take care of me for a few years before my little brother came along. But still, they'd been away from going out on a date for so long that you'd think they wouldn't feel the need to anymore. Guess I was wrong.
I mainly didn't want him coming over because all the Satanic item I have laying around the house might give the kid nightmares. Definitely not because I'm wanting to sleep in or anything.
Finally, we made it back to my place. My dad dropped both of us off and left. Timmy followed me inside.
"Do you have any games?" he asked.
I shook my head. "All I have is a television set and some videogames," I replied.
"Can I play some games?" he asked. He tried giving me the cute begging face but it wasn't going to work on me, I invented it.
"Sorry kid, I don't want to risk my saves getting deleted. I spent months getting the scores on these games that I have," I told him. I grabbed the remote and handed it to him. "You can watch some TV though."
I had to get some of my laundry put away for the night, so I figured I might leave him alone. The TV was loud enough that I could hear if he started up my gaming system.
I was so bored. I had no idea why my brother didn't want to spend time with me and play games. I was seven, I wasn't a kid anymore. I could handle whatever things the games he's got has to throw at me. I grabbed the controller and was tempted to press the button to turn the system on, but I didn't want to upset my brother.
I looked around the living room. There were a set of skulls lining the top of his shelves, pentagrams hanging upside down and painted on the walls. There were some scary looking pictures lining the walls and the walls themselves were painted red. This was definitely a house that worships evil.
I looked over to one of his shelves and saw a single piece of paper. It was brown around the edges and thicker than I was used to. It sat by itself before I picked it up and carried it over to the table in front of the couch. I found a pen and began to draw a 'Hangman' setup. I drew the lines below that I knew would spell out my brother's name.
I played the game by myself but a loud scream cut my game short. I took off to check out my brother.
Throwing on my headphones and playing some music on my phone, I proceeded to put away my laundry. I was trying to drown out the idea of my brother being here and keeping alive the idea that it was my day off. I didn't hate being around my brother, it's just that my parents didn't treat me near as good as they did him growing up. Letting him basically do whatever he wanted. I would have never gotten away with half the things he did.
I tried not to think about it as I folded and put away my jeans. I looked down at the pile of clothes. All that was left were a few shirts.
I grabbed some hangers and stuck the bottom inside the shirts. When I finished doing all of them, I took them and hung them up one at a time.
I was on the last hanger when I felt a sneeze coming on. For some reason, my arm jerked to the side as my neck ducked down to let the sneeze out. I felt the most intense pain of my life coming from my neck. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. I felt around and noticed the hook at the top of the hanger had driven completely through my throat to the other side. It hurt so bad, knowing this had happened made my blood run cold.
I carefully grabbed the hanger and tried dragging it back through the open hole. I managed to get it half way when it got caught on something. I began to panic as I couldn't pull it much further and where it was at hurt like crazy.
No matter what I tried I couldn't budge it. I knew what I needed to do, give it a strong tug. And I did just that. I let out a scream as I managed to pull it all the way through.
My brother came running in my room and stared in horror at my neck. I looked down to the hook on the hanger. There was a thin string-like thing wrapped around it, leading all the way back up to my neck.
"Why do I have to babysit Timmy tonight?" I asked. This was my first night off in like two weeks and I have to spend it looking after some kid.
"You're watching him because your mom and I are going on a date," my dad replied. "We haven't been on one in years because we've had so much going on. You know better than anyone."
I rolled my eyes. I knew they had to take care of me for a few years before my little brother came along. But still, they'd been away from going out on a date for so long that you'd think they wouldn't feel the need to anymore. Guess I was wrong.
I mainly didn't want him coming over because all the Satanic item I have laying around the house might give the kid nightmares. Definitely not because I'm wanting to sleep in or anything.
Finally, we made it back to my place. My dad dropped both of us off and left. Timmy followed me inside.
"Do you have any games?" he asked.
I shook my head. "All I have is a television set and some videogames," I replied.
"Can I play some games?" he asked. He tried giving me the cute begging face but it wasn't going to work on me, I invented it.
"Sorry kid, I don't want to risk my saves getting deleted. I spent months getting the scores on these games that I have," I told him. I grabbed the remote and handed it to him. "You can watch some TV though."
I had to get some of my laundry put away for the night, so I figured I might leave him alone. The TV was loud enough that I could hear if he started up my gaming system.
I was so bored. I had no idea why my brother didn't want to spend time with me and play games. I was seven, I wasn't a kid anymore. I could handle whatever things the games he's got has to throw at me. I grabbed the controller and was tempted to press the button to turn the system on, but I didn't want to upset my brother.
I looked around the living room. There were a set of skulls lining the top of his shelves, pentagrams hanging upside down and painted on the walls. There were some scary looking pictures lining the walls and the walls themselves were painted red. This was definitely a house that worships evil.
I looked over to one of his shelves and saw a single piece of paper. It was brown around the edges and thicker than I was used to. It sat by itself before I picked it up and carried it over to the table in front of the couch. I found a pen and began to draw a 'Hangman' setup. I drew the lines below that I knew would spell out my brother's name.
I played the game by myself but a loud scream cut my game short. I took off to check out my brother.
Throwing on my headphones and playing some music on my phone, I proceeded to put away my laundry. I was trying to drown out the idea of my brother being here and keeping alive the idea that it was my day off. I didn't hate being around my brother, it's just that my parents didn't treat me near as good as they did him growing up. Letting him basically do whatever he wanted. I would have never gotten away with half the things he did.
I tried not to think about it as I folded and put away my jeans. I looked down at the pile of clothes. All that was left were a few shirts.
I grabbed some hangers and stuck the bottom inside the shirts. When I finished doing all of them, I took them and hung them up one at a time.
I was on the last hanger when I felt a sneeze coming on. For some reason, my arm jerked to the side as my neck ducked down to let the sneeze out. I felt the most intense pain of my life coming from my neck. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. I felt around and noticed the hook at the top of the hanger had driven completely through my throat to the other side. It hurt so bad, knowing this had happened made my blood run cold.
I carefully grabbed the hanger and tried dragging it back through the open hole. I managed to get it half way when it got caught on something. I began to panic as I couldn't pull it much further and where it was at hurt like crazy.
No matter what I tried I couldn't budge it. I knew what I needed to do, give it a strong tug. And I did just that. I let out a scream as I managed to pull it all the way through.
My brother came running in my room and stared in horror at my neck. I looked down to the hook on the hanger. There was a thin string-like thing wrapped around it, leading all the way back up to my neck.
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