User:TheArtisticIntrovert

Jack was a strange boy. He never wanted to play ball with the other boys. He was happier playing with the neighbor girl from across the street. His mother didn't like this, and thus didn't like Jack. His father was afraid of his mother, and didn't help. His brother was too busy with being a sophomore to help his kid brother.

One day, Jack was playing with Sheila when she gave him a doll. He looked at it. It was a crudely sewn doll with a wide smile, red shirt, and brown pants. Jack loved it. He put it in his pocket, but Sheila had started screaming. Apparently, she wasn't giving it to Jack. "Why are you crying?" he asked. "You gave it to me, so it's mine. That's how presents work." She just cried harder. Jack's mother came running out of the house and took in the scene.

"Jack! What did you do?!" she yelled angrily. Before Jack could defend himself, his mother grabbed him by the ear and dragged him inside. Now, next to the stairs, there was a door. Jack and his brother Jesse were told to stay away from that door. It was to this door that Jack's mother dragged him.

She opened the door and threw him inside. Jack heard the lock click, and the darkness seemed to press in on him. Jack was deathly afraid of the dark. He started pounding on the door. "Mommy! Mommy, let me out! I'm scared!" Over and over he screamed, until his throat went dry. A dark tendril, seemingly made of shadow clamped around Jack's wrist. His scream was cut off as a blanket of black surrounded him. He managed to get one more phrase out before passing out. "They're here..."

Jack woke up alone. No shadow monsters. But something felt... different. He wanted to hurt his mother, just a little bit, so she would know what she had put him through. "Mommy... Mommy... Mommy, where are you?" he called. Jack felt around in the darkness until he felt a familiar shape. A hairpin must have fallen out of his mother's hair before she shut the door. Jack picked the lock quietly, thanking his father for teaching him the skill when he was younger.

Jack opened the door softly and crept around the corner to the dining room. He stopped short and listened to their conversation. "Hey, where'd Jack go?" Jesse asked. His mother shrugged.

"I think he finally ran off. Serves him right..." she said. Jack's eyes narrowed in hurt as his brother accepted the answer.

"I can make you disappear too, Mommy..." he hissed under his breath, before slinking back to the kitchen. He looked around before spotting something shiny on the counter. He reached for it, and managed to get a hand around it. A sharp pain in his palm proved it was a knife. Jack smirked. Jack's mother came into the kitchen, her eyes cold and hard. Jack walked out from behind the counter.

"Jack!" she said. Jack said nothing, just continued advancing menacingly. Suddenly, he stopped. A look of childish bewilderment crossed his face.

"Mommy, your eyes are cold." he said innocently. His gaze hardened, as he smiled evilly. "Let me make them warm." He lunged at his mother and stabbed the knife into each of her eyes, his hand muffling her screams. He got up and admired his handiwork.

It still wasn't enough. She was thrashing on the floor, trying to hit him. "Hmmm... Your eyes are warm now, but your heart is cold. Let me make it warm too..." he said.

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His socks felt cold and wet. He looked down. His shoes were covered in red. "Hey, Mommy? Why are you leaking red over my shoes?" he asked. "I don't like red..." he whispered, before stepping over her lifeless body into the dining room. He turned around one last time. "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you..." With that, he turned off the lights and exited the room.

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"In tonight's breaking news: a family was found dead in their home late last night. Only three bodies are accounted for. The youngest, Jack Andrews, is reported missing. Police are assuming kidnapping, and have sent out a search team to find Jack Andrews. Stay tuned for more of this incredible story."