The Halloween Massacre
I had a dream on Halloween.
The boogie man was out to get me.
In the movie he was after his sister.
Who at the time was the babysitter.
I was babysitting my little brother.
Who was just as terrified as I was.
No more scary movies before bed.
No more scary thoughts in our heads.
It is getting late and we have school tomorrow.
Go brush your teeth I will be up in a little while.
I watched him go up the stairs and into the bathroom.
I made sure every lock was locked in every room.
On my way to the stairs I saw a man in the window.
I jumped and gasped for air.
Then my little brother was standing at the top of the stairs.
What’s wrong sis he asked in fright.
Oh nothing I said not taking the window out of my sight.
Go get in your bed bub I will be there in a minute.
Aw shucks he said and moped off to bed.
I stood there in shock and could not move.
My bones shaking like I never knew they could.
I see out of the corner of my eye open windows.
My God I wonder how many windows there are to close.
I run through the house with my heart racing.
Closing the windows not knowing the trouble I would be facing.
He made it inside without me even knowing.
I stop and sigh and look to the top of the steps.
I start climbing them exhausted like I haven’t slept.
I reach the top and look to my brothers’ room.
My heart drops and sees we are doomed.
He has him in his arms with his hand over his mouth.
He says to me to come here or he will take him out.
Is this a joke I ask for it’s too much like the movie.
He said no and that he watched it with me.
That movie gave me the idea and way to do it.
My brother bit him to get away but the man just threw a fit.
He looked at my brother and called him some names.
Then he stabbed him in the chest and screamed he wasn’t playing games.
With my brother bleeding and near death.
He focused on me as I stood there in disbelief.
Your parents don’t love you or they would be home.
Instead they are drinking and laughing in Rome.
What do you think they will say and do?
When they come home and find that I have killed you two?
Don’t run; don’t hide for I will find you.
Don’t delay this process it will only be harder on you.
So I stood there crying and feeling blue.
And thinking of what he said about our parents.
Why were we there all alone for a week or two at a time?
We are a burden on them and child neglect is a crime.
Why I ask do you punish us for what our parents have done?
Why do we suffer and they still get to have fun.
He grinned with his rotten tooth grin as big as he could grin.
He said I am only doing what they paid me to do even though it is a sin.
With you two brats gone and out of the way.
Your parents can have everything their way.
No kids to take care of.
No sitters to find.
No working around your school activity grind.
Free they called it.
Free of hassle.
Free of time.
Free to go to Rome on the drop of a dime.
They will get in very little trouble for leaving you behind.
And as for me they will never find.
I looked at him with a pain in my chest to hard to bare.
You don’t have to kill me with that knife.
I just felt my heart explode with sorrow.
Just leave me now I will be dead by tomorrow.
I can’t he said as he walked closer.
He pulled out a gun and cocked the trigger.
I am sorry little girl for what I am going to do.
But your parents told me to get the job done.
I drop to my knees and cry profusely.
I feel the gun in my hair and hear the pop.
Then silence then I drop.
Copyright ©2007 Charlotte L. Atwell
