POISON KANDIE
(Stories)
House at the End
By: THIRTEENTWO
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Dexter got out of the car and rubbed his butt. It was numb from the long car ride. He was looking at the house at the end of the street, it looked like it was pulled right out of some horror movie and planted in the neighborhood, but most of all he was trying to avoid going inside. Inside, his cousin waited. His whole summer was blown already. He was supposed to go to laser shows at the mountain and ride the scream machine with Wally. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wanted to be mad at his parents but he knew it wasn't really their fault. Things just happen. And just when he thought things might not be so bad--- "Hey Dexter the pecker," his cousin laughed and punched Dex on the arm, hard. Definitely going to be a bruise there. "Don't call me that," Dexter said. Dexter's aunt and uncle carried his bags inside and showed him around. At least he had his own room. Maybe if he could keep the door locked, he wouldn't wake up in time to see, hear, or smell his cousin emitting gas in his face. Maybe he wouldn't he wouldn't wake up with shaving cream all over his face or a wet bed. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't wake up sans one eyebrow. "That house scare you shrimp?" his cousin asked. "That's the haunted house you know. Remember those killings on the news a while back? That?s where they were." Dexter saw some of his cousin?s friends coming up the street and he went inside. He would be picked on enough by one creep, he didn't need all of the local creeps on his back. At least not today. He ate dinner, watched some cartoons and locked himself up in his room. He wasn't surprised when he woke up to find the whole creep gang standing around his bed. He tried to scream but they already had a gag in his mouth. Yeah, Dexter thought. This was going to be a great summer. They carried him outside and dropped him on his butt. "You can walk or we can drag you," his cousin said. Dexter followed them to the house at the end. He thought about running, but he knew he wouldn't make it far. They would catch him, beat him up even more and just drag him where they wanted him. That's what came along with being a shrimp. They lead him to the back door. Boards were pried off leaving just enough room for a shrimp like him to squeeze inside. Every other window and door was nailed shut and boarded over. One way in, one way out. "This is your lucky night," his cousin said. "Pecker, you're gonna join our gang. All you gotta do is stay in there all night. Then you can be one of us." They pulled the gag off and shoved him inside. He got up just in time to see his little exit become another wall. "Let me out!" he screamed but they were too busy laughing to listen. "Let me out you..." He tried to think of something that would really piss them off. Getting beat up would be better than being stuck in here all night. They'd probably get in trouble for keeping him in here all night, for putting him in here at all, but it just wasn't worth it. He was freaked.
"Fags!" He screamed. "Let me out you fags!" He used the atomic weapon of insults for someone of his age, but they didn't stop laughing until they were too far away for him to hear. He kicked and punched the boards, but there was no give in them and they hurt his hands and feet. He was definitely stuck here until someone let him out. He sat in the middle of the room and tried to sleep sitting up with his eyes open. It didn't work. His head would fall to the side and he'd sit straight up again. It was useless. He wasn't about to close his eyes and there?s no way he was laying down on the floor. Just sitting down was enough of a trail for him. He was almost asleep, right at the gates of the wonderful land of Z when he heard something in the basement downstairs. His eyes were almost shut when the noises scared them open again. He didn't know rather to be pissed at his cousin for maybe trying to give him an extra scare or piss himself if it wasn't his cousin or one of his goons. "Fags!" he screamed. He heard banging all the way up the stairs. And then something was slamming into the door that leads to the basement. The door was almost coming off the hinges and then he heard screaming. But it wasn't like normal screaming, it was like an echo of screaming. It was all really freaking Dexter out but he couldn't just sit there and listen to it. He tiptoed to the door and grabbed the handle. "I'm not afraid of you fags!" he screamed. He pulled the door open and--- Dexter's cousin fell out of the bed. Both of his parents were standing over him. The light was on and his eyes hurt. They were angry, he didn't need to see their faces to know that. But for what? His sleep choked mind was too busy trying to clear away the webs to figure out what he had done this time. "Where the hell is he?" his dad roared. "Calm down," his mom said. "I'm sure there?s an explanation." "My brother's kid is missing, there better be an explanation and it better be good or I swear---" Dexter's cousin saw the belt in his dad's hand and then he remembered the pecker. He was gonna get it one way or the other he could already tell. "He's at the house," the cousin said. "I told him not to go but he called me a fag and---" "Shut up and get your shoes on." His dad growled. When they got to the house and his dad saw the hammer, he wasn't pleased at all. He tightened his grip on the belt and looked at his son. Dexter's cousin could almost feel his but getting blistered and the leather hadn't even cracked across it yet. They took the boards off and went inside looking for Dexter. Dad went upstairs and mom searched through some of the other rooms leaving cousin with the living room and basement. "Where are you, you little pecker?" he asked the room quietly. He heard something on the stairs. "There you are you little bastard. Get out here shrimp." He opened the door but nobody was there. He took a step down the stairs, and then another, and the door shut behind him. Before he could scream, something had him. |
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