The Ones
I had written a lighter comedy piece...but I was unsatisfied with it and wasn't going to be posting anything this week. But then I listened to this song and I got inspired, writing what I would say is probably my first horror piece. Hope you enjoy.
I watched from my perch on the tree outside Mr. Jennings' window as he reached towards his mouth. He spit out a wad of blood as he frantically searched for his missing bicuspid. He looked around his room then screamed.
This was the first time I've visited Mr. Jennings. I rather liked the way his bedroom was arranged as it had a certain feng shui quality to it that made what I did more enjoyable. I made a mental note to myself that I must come back as I huffed on the tooth and wiped it off on my shirt, giving it a polish that allowed it to brilliantly reflect the moonlight.
I took off from the tree and flew across the city, giving a shout out to my buddy Pat as he prepared to enter a high-rise apartment. He had been hitting that entire complex for over a year now. His game was all about creating community-wide panic. Me, I liked to single people out.
Alighting on the windowsill of Mr. Adams, I looked down at the new ADT security sign pounded into the front lawn and laughed. Companies like that make so much money playing on the fears of people, convincing them that they are only seconds away from getting robbed. But in reality, we are the ones you should be fearing.
On Mr. Adams' dresser were a couple empty bottles of whiskey. It always made me smile when I brought somebody to this point, when even alcohol couldn't get them peace of mind when they went to sleep. I watched him lie there in bed, counting his teeth with his tongue. "Are they all there?" I whispered into the breeze.
Mr. Adams closed his eyes and I passed through his window. I watched as his breathing slowed to a pause and the blinking colon on his alarm clock froze in place. Pulling a rusty pair of pliers from my pouch, I got to work and and found a nice molar. I squeezed hard as I yanked it out of his mouth. Little droplets of blood burst out from his empty socket, hovering in the air as I passed back through the window. Once outside, I took my pliers and broke the glass next to the alarm sensor and watched.
He shot up from his bed screaming almost as loud as the alarm system that screeched and announced to the world that I had been there. I took it all in, every night, as they screamed. It never got old. I polished off the tooth and put it with the others before I left for my next stop.
It was the last house of the night and probably one of my all-time favorites, Herr Schultz. An engineer on a temporary work visa from Germany, I had visited him twelve times in the last four months. He was fun because he tried the hardest to stop me, and even if I wasn't going to take any of his teeth, I would stop by from time to time to see what he was doing that night to thwart me. He tried staying up all night, sleeping during the day, hotels on the other side of the country, salt rings around his bed, garlic, and he even had a priest spend a night with him. I got him every time.
Tonight as I peered into the bedroom, there was something different. I couldn't quite make out what he had done. Then I saw the bloody needle and thread on his nightstand. When I looked to Herr Schultz I saw that he had sewn his mouth shut. He then turned towards the window as if he knew I was there. With the string pulling tight, digging into the dozens of amateur lip piercings, he smiled in my direction.
You can't escape me. Don't even try.
This was the first time I've visited Mr. Jennings. I rather liked the way his bedroom was arranged as it had a certain feng shui quality to it that made what I did more enjoyable. I made a mental note to myself that I must come back as I huffed on the tooth and wiped it off on my shirt, giving it a polish that allowed it to brilliantly reflect the moonlight.
I took off from the tree and flew across the city, giving a shout out to my buddy Pat as he prepared to enter a high-rise apartment. He had been hitting that entire complex for over a year now. His game was all about creating community-wide panic. Me, I liked to single people out.
Alighting on the windowsill of Mr. Adams, I looked down at the new ADT security sign pounded into the front lawn and laughed. Companies like that make so much money playing on the fears of people, convincing them that they are only seconds away from getting robbed. But in reality, we are the ones you should be fearing.
On Mr. Adams' dresser were a couple empty bottles of whiskey. It always made me smile when I brought somebody to this point, when even alcohol couldn't get them peace of mind when they went to sleep. I watched him lie there in bed, counting his teeth with his tongue. "Are they all there?" I whispered into the breeze.
Mr. Adams closed his eyes and I passed through his window. I watched as his breathing slowed to a pause and the blinking colon on his alarm clock froze in place. Pulling a rusty pair of pliers from my pouch, I got to work and and found a nice molar. I squeezed hard as I yanked it out of his mouth. Little droplets of blood burst out from his empty socket, hovering in the air as I passed back through the window. Once outside, I took my pliers and broke the glass next to the alarm sensor and watched.
He shot up from his bed screaming almost as loud as the alarm system that screeched and announced to the world that I had been there. I took it all in, every night, as they screamed. It never got old. I polished off the tooth and put it with the others before I left for my next stop.
It was the last house of the night and probably one of my all-time favorites, Herr Schultz. An engineer on a temporary work visa from Germany, I had visited him twelve times in the last four months. He was fun because he tried the hardest to stop me, and even if I wasn't going to take any of his teeth, I would stop by from time to time to see what he was doing that night to thwart me. He tried staying up all night, sleeping during the day, hotels on the other side of the country, salt rings around his bed, garlic, and he even had a priest spend a night with him. I got him every time.
Tonight as I peered into the bedroom, there was something different. I couldn't quite make out what he had done. Then I saw the bloody needle and thread on his nightstand. When I looked to Herr Schultz I saw that he had sewn his mouth shut. He then turned towards the window as if he knew I was there. With the string pulling tight, digging into the dozens of amateur lip piercings, he smiled in my direction.
You can't escape me. Don't even try.
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11 comments:
ohh very interesting. creepy, too, particularly the pierced mouth.
If this is a twisted take on the Tooth Fairy then bravo! It really works. It's creepy AND gory (if, like me, you have a phobia of having anyone near your teeth).
Sonia: I'm glad you were creeped out? That feels weird to say.
Icy: Yea, this is all about the Tooth Fairy that you don't tell your children stories of.
The flash certainly has a hook. I wasn't creeped, but morbidly piqued for what knocked his tooth out, and then for what was going on.
That is damn creepy. Very nicely done, Micheal. I've never seen an evil tooth fairy, but I really liked it.
Wicked fairy,
John: I'm glad you were hooked, I just hope you were carried to the end :)
Danni: I'm glad you found it creepy. Not all fairies are nice.
Raven: Wicked indeed.
Thanks again to everybody for all your comments.
Nasty nasty fairy. Very atmospheric!
I love the pause in the middle to laugh at the insecurity of the ADT security system. This one was dark and twisted, but enjoyable just as well.
Lovely dark story with a bastard of a Tooth Fairy. The grotesqueness of the final image is so strong.
Adam B @revhappiness
Oh very creepy and dark, you made that tooth fairy into something I one loves to hate yet can stop reading about. The ending was good, and I could see that horrible tooth fairy smiling at the sewn- up - mouth.
Perhaps I should check my teeth!
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