Gruberfest Round 2 - The Mist (403 hits)
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Submitted by JoeyG (View user info) at 2008-10-06 19:04:55 EDT
"Hush little baby, don't say a word....."
Carey brushed one pigtail over her shoulder, as she cooed over the infant child she was changing.
"Carey's gonna buy you a mockin' bird......"
The first tendrils of fog weaved their way through the open kitchen window, and sleeked into the fourth floor apartment, slender serpentine arms, reaching for prey.
"And if that mockin' bird don't sing......"
The twirling mist curled around the living room door, sneaking, searching.
"Carey's gonna buy you a diamond ring......"
The babysitter adored little Ben, the small child who was laughing and gurgling as she applied powder and prepared fresh night clothes. Carey kissed the infant on his forehead, and as she leaned back, she inhaled the unseen poison in a deep breath that smelt purely of bath foam and baby lotion.
The mist had found a host.
"And if that diamond ring turn brass......."
Carey grasped Ben by his ankles, hoisted him upside down, and carried him into the kitchen.
"Carey's gonna buy you a lookin' glass....."
The Henderson's deep fat fryer had been on for some time, Carey's intended supper sitting on the kitchen side, ready to cook after she had put the child down to sleep.
But now, something else was on the menu.
Holding Ben by one foot, Carey removed the lid of the fryer. Taking a careful stance (for Mother had taught her in the use of such appliances), she took hold of both the child's feet, and dipped him head-first into the simmering yellow oil.
The struggle lasted a few seconds, before the babysitter lifted the lifeless tot from the bubbling pan.
Casting the boiled child into a corner, Carey gave forth a scream of rage and resentment. She pulled at her pigtails and ripped them from her scalp, before storming toward the corpse and stamping her stilletoed heel through the fried eye of the baby child she had been entrusted to protect.
After picking up the twenty pound note, her payment for a night's care, Carey evaporated into smoke, and drifted away through the floorboards.
*-*-*
The draft of wind coming under the bedroom door was enough to stir Annabella from the twisted sleep she had encountered. The hired maid had her own private quarters in the Mason house, to which she tended her cleaning and nursing duties.
Baby Lauren, tired from the festivities of her first birthday party, had gone down in her crib without fuss, and Annabella's restlessness was somehow tied to the child's unusual drift into peaceful kip.
Tip-toeing along the landing by touch-feel, Annabella could see feint trails of a luminous blue-white whisp, sucking itself under the door of the nursery. The spectral glow was all that illuminated the long passage.
Gently, Annabella opened the nursery door, and she watched the smoky neon glow envelop the wooden cradle, like the Northern Lights wrap themselves around a Nordic winter skyline.
After a few seconds of ponderous fascination, Annabella flicked the light-switch on the near wall, and screamed.
By the time Mr and Mrs Mason arrived in the freshly painted pink nursery, the only sight left to see was that of their daughter, lying in her bed with her spinal cord wrapped tight around her neck, and two black pits that had once contained the bright blue eyes which had been the envy of the social club.
The police report firmly accused the hired help, and Annabella would soon be seeing the crazy side of a life sentence for infanticide. The only anomaly in the records were the ravings of an officer with a known drink problem, who had reported seeing 'tails of grey clouds, sliding their way out of the crime scene, as if they had something to hide.'
The DA questioned the smell of booze on the officer's breath when he took the stand.
His testimony had the jury in hysterics.
*-*-*
"Hell, shit, I thought you weren't never gonna get here....."
Barbara held open the front door, and grudgingly invited the babysitter into the abode.
"He's just had a feed, and gone down in his cot, so he should be good for a couple'a hours...."
Carey smiled, and assured Mrs Hicks that little Bradley would be fine. She bidded her and her husband a good night, and once the font door had clicked shut, she threw herself onto the plush living room sofa and surfed the T.V channels.
The mist inside her stirred, stretching ancient fingers into the deep synapses of her mental systems.
As those silky, cloud-like fingers tapped away at her inner workings, Carey's eyes fell back from their sockets, and the acidic fog began to seep out of the holes that remained.
Carey stood up from the sofa, and her feet, which were disappearing beneath her weight, took her to the carpentry workroom where Mr Hick's plied his trade.
Surveying the various tools at her disposal, Carey picked a sharply honed gimlet from the tool rack. The mist, which had now replaced her waist, directed her up the staircase to Bradley's room.
As Carey crept up the carpeted stairwell, she was unknowing of the open bedroom window in the child's room.
The night sky was pulsating with the throb of a full moon, and the fog had already begun to slink and drift its way down into the suburban valley.
As Bradley slept, he was blissfully unaware of the fronds of moonlit silver that tapped upon his window pane, and crawled into his place of rest. Sleeping as he was, the toxic mist slipped up into has nasal cavity.
The light from the top of the stairwell disturbed him, as Carey pushed open the door, and the bright light fell upon his face.
Bradley opened his eyes, and watched, as the babysitter slowly stepped toward his bed. He watched, as her hand extended, fingers outstretched, and the first slivers of grey crept toward him from the fingertips.
Seeing the gleaming tool that she held in her other hand, Bradley smiled and gurgled, like a child had smiled and gurgled in front of Carey once before.
*-*-*
"Just make sure you lock the goddam door, ok?"
As she stumbled drunkenly up the stairs, Mrs Hicks saw the first trail of red liquid seeping out from under her baby's door.
When she swung the door open, she feinted at the sight of the young girl lying prostrate across the floor, with a gimlet jutting out from her temple. The naked body was desecrated with the marks of a thousand stabs and slices.
She didn't even notice the sight of Bradley, sleeping gently in his cot, an aura of smoke gently surrounding him in a loving embrace.
User Reviews
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2008-10-07 11:58:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That is the scariest fucking picture of a baby that I have ever seen.
Points for a good story, by the by!
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-10-07 10:09:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My sister is called Carey, fucking bitch.
Joey ftw!
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-10-07 08:43:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't see that one coming.
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2008-10-07 07:52:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I skimmed. But I recently watched 'The Mist' movie based on the stephen king story, I loved it. so +0!!!!
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-10-07 04:41:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Engaging, but lacking somewhat in substance.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2008-10-07 04:34:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feint
darn tooting
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2008-10-07 04:31:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Stalker Alert
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yes im jealous
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2008-10-07 04:30:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
your spelling of "feint" (vs "faint") really drove me nuts.
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, as you are English.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2008-10-07 03:57:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 you ignorant swine
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-10-06 22:48:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
what the fuck is this gruberfest?
sounds kinda ghey.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-10-06 21:55:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
joey!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2008-10-06 20:28:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2008-10-06 19:16:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-10-07 00:11:49 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wasn't there a movie called The Mist with zombie-leper-pirates?
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I have that in my collection of DVDs that I keep under the stairs.
It's full title is 'Zombie-Leper-Pirates-Do-Dallas'.
I'm strongly considering uploading it to mininova, but it's kinda precious to me.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-10-06 19:11:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wasn't there a movie called The Mist with zombie-leper-pirates?
No wait, that was The Fog.
The Mist had some flying carnivores or something.