“The Bone Witch”
From two years ago...
“1,2,3,4...I am knocking on your door. 5,6,7,8...Why do you keep me out so late? 9, 10...Should I ask again?” A voice asks, leaving even the wind breathless.
“What do you want!” A young voice shouts, it’s voice squeaky and high-pitched, clearly belonging to a child frozen in terror.
”I just want to play.” The voice whines, now sounding like a young girl’s.
”No! GO AWAY!” The boy yells, before a series of clicks can be heard. The door was now locked.
”1,2,3,4...Is that your answer, are you sure? 5,6,7,8...You had your chance, it’s now too late. 9, 10...Here I go again”
With little effort, the door unlocks and flings wide-open. At it’s entrance is a boy with dirty blonde hair. He is cowering as the wind whips his hair and the darkness chills his bones. He glances up as the figure crosses the threshold. “Please, I didn’t do it. I really didn’t.”
The figure gazes at the boy with both pity and disgust before grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to his feet. The boy cries in terror, his parents in the living room oblivious to the scene. “You are guilty, no matter what you say.”
”No! PLEASE, NO!” The boy begins to scream, but as soon as his mouth opens, the figure shoves her hand down his throat and with her nails, digs out the boy’s Hyoid bone. Causing the child’s throat to collapse and rendering him speechless. With the newly attained bone, she pulls her hand back out and drops his body to the ground.
”1,2,3,4...When I knock, answer the door. 5,6,7,8...Never, ever keep me out late. 9, 10...Shall I repeat again?”
The boy, now clutching his throat shakes his head from side-to-side. With a last look at the boy, the figure leaves. Closing the door behind her as the moon shone in the night, she moved onto the next house. Wondering if they kept their promise...