"Cindy, school!" Cindy looked up from pouring her tea.
"Coming mommy!" Cindy said, hoping her mother would not decide to make the short trip down the stairs to the basement, where Cindy spent most of her time. Cindy walked up the stairs and locked the door. She the key in her pocket.
"Are you ready for school, Cindy?" Cindy's mother gathered her keys and her purse.
"Yes mommy."
"Let's go then." Cindy's mother walked out of the house to the car, Cindy followed, "are you exicted about you first day of school?" her mother asked as they drove to the elementary school.
"I guess so, mommy," Cindy said vaguely, looking straight ahead.
"Are you nervous?" Cindy's mother turned into the driveway of the school.
"A bit." Cindy still looked straight ahead, not blinking.
"You'll be okay, I've heard your teacher is very nice," Cindy's mother stopped in the school driveway and turned to hug Cindy, who did not return the embrace, "are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes mommy." Cindy's mother finally gave up on hugging her her nine year old daughter. Cindy's mother was enrolling Cindy in public school after home schooling her for the past three years. Cindy's mother thought the girl needed some real friends, rather than her other 'friends' Cindy kept in the basement. Cindy's mother was not sure who the girl's 'friends' were, but she was convinced they were dolls of some sort.
"Cindy," her mother unlocked the door, "do you want me to come in there with you?"
"No mommy, I'll be fine by myself," Cindy got out of the car and her mother watched her trek through the rain to the front door of the school.
"Class, this is Cindy LeBlond. Do you want to tell the class a bit about yourself, Cindy?" the overly friendly teacher made Cindy feel angry.
"No," Cindy looked up at the infuriatingly happy teacher mildly.
"Oh. Well then, take your seat," the teacher frowned and pointed to a seat in the back of the class. Cindy sighed, and made her way the the back, recieving strange looks from her classmates.
"Hi," a boy with shoulder length dark brown hair whispered across his table.
"Hello," Cindey whispered back.
"I'm Chris."
"Hello, Chris," Cindy quietly bent over her paper and began to draw. When she was finished, she put her pencil aside and started to fold the paper.
"Can I see?" Chris asked.
"If you like," Cindy handed the folded to Chris and looked at him intently, watching his reaction, which was simply refolding the paper and passing it back to Cindy.
"Do you draw stuff like that all the time?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I draw my friends. They like it when I draw them. They think I am very talented," Chris raised an eyebrow, "would you like to come meet them? They'd like that. You could come to tea tommorrow!" Cindy smiled/
"Uh... sure?" Chris looked at Cindy in disgusted awe."
"Okay! My mommy will pick us up tommorrow after school!"
"Alright," Chris went back to his work, hoping the odd new girl was joking about her 'friends'.
"Oh, Cindy! You've made a new friend!" Cindy's mother exclaimed.
"Yes mommy, may he come over to play today?"
"Of course!" Cindy's mother said, excited that the oddly formal girl had made a human friend. Cindy spoke with signs of intellect far beyond her nine years, this style of speech had made Cindy an outcast, at which point the nine year old had begun to spend extended amounts of time locked down in the basement. Every so often, Cindy would bring another living person down to her sacred basement, but afterwards, Cindy's mother would never see said human being again. Cindy's mother questioned the girl on the disappearances each time, but Cindy replyed with; "they had to go." Leading her mother to believe that the person had left through the door leading straight outside from the basement. Cindy's mother was always optimistic when another breathing soul was brought home, that this one would stay.
"Come on, Chris, my friends are in the basement," Cindy unlocked the door with the key she produced from her pocket. The door swung open and Chris was hit with the smell of rotting flesh.
"What's that smell?" Chris asked as Cindy locked the door behind them, and the room was plunged into darkness.
"You'll see," Cindy grabbed Chris' hand and led him down the stairs.
"Cindy, I can't see!" Chris panicked.
"Oh, okay, here," the light light sputtered and turned on. Chris nearly fainted, both from the horrific sight and the smell. He clamped his hand over his mouth in surprise, and quickly covered his nose also, once he breathed in and inhaled the now overpowering stench of decomposing bodies fully.
"These are my friends, Chris," Cindy said, gesturing to the rotted out, unrecognizable, tiny, human bodies, "this is Matt, Sarah, Molly, Kurt, and Bella. Would you like to join us for tea?" the young girl smiled eerily at Chris and took a step towards him.
"N--no," Chris said, backing to what he hoped was a door.
"That's too bad. Unfortunatly, you really have no say whatsoever," Cindy smiled that creepy smile again, and advanced, picking up a strong looking rope.
"Do sit down," Cindy insisted. Chris, terrified, quickly sat in the empty chair next to 'Molly.' Chris looked sideways at 'Molly', and didn't notice Cindy come up behind him, rope poised.
"Join my tea party, Chrissy," she said as her hands tightened the rope around Chris' esophagus. Chris let out a half dying gurgle, half terrorized scream, before the rope fell, limp to the floor. Cindy pulled a chair from the shadows and sat.
"Our tea is ready, ladies and gentlemen," Cindy told her friends quietly, pouring the tea into each of the corpse's teacups, "I'll soon need another table, if people continue to arrive."
"Cindy?" Cindy's mother yelled from upstairs.
"Yes, mommy?" the girl raced back up the stairs.
"Where's Chris?"
"He had to go." |
Submission Name: Had To Go
