User:PandaPsych0013

Deadly Pokey
Lily Morsen, a twenty-two year old college student with beautiful, straight, long blonde hair and a face of an angel, walked down the street lamp-dimmed street one crisp and cool October Friday night, after her long and awful job at a bar and grill where she constantly was flirted with. She was about two blocks away from the house she was given by her filthy rich parents, when she heard a strange and peculiar sound coming from a gorgeous house that she had never noticed before. At first, she thought it was someone crying and as her caring instincts kicked in, she realized it was not crying, but singing. A man with a raspy voice sang the Hokey Pokey. She kneeled by the small, almost unnoticeable, basement window to hear the man’s singing more clearly, “You put your right hand in.” He sang in a humorous tone. Chop! She heard then. She could not even take a guess at what he could be doing to make that kind of sound, but by then, he had her attention. “You put your right hand out.” Tear! “You put your right hand in” Crunch! “And you shake it all about.” Riip! “You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself about.” Crack! “And that’s what it’s all about.” Plop! He continued singing with the disturbing and awful noises following each verse until he reached the head. Lily, as curious as a cat, decided she wished to know what it was he was doing, but as she attempted to peer into the tiny window, she kicked a small rock just large enough to make a decently loud noise when it hit the window. The man stopped mid verse and she could her the clacking of metal on metal. “Who’s out there?” The man yelled. Out of fear, Lily got up and started running as fast as her long, beautiful legs could take her to her safe and comforting house. She did not rest easy that night as fear, curiosity, and adrenaline ran through her body. She of what the man could be doing down in his basement. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw the tiny basement window and heard him singing. The next morning, as Lily walked to work, she saw police cars surrounding the house where she had heard the singing that night. She went up to one of many bystanders, “What happened?” The old, balding man turned to her, “They found a woman’s body, well, really, just her torso. She lived there, you know. Someone went in there and cut her up like a fat pig for eatin’. Poor girl, she was about your age, too.” Fear leaped into Lily’s body and quickly, she ran to work. Lily had returned home that night, almost forgetting what had accorded that morning. As she placed her house keys on the kitchen counter, Lily noticed a folded paper. She picked it up and opened it to see words in bold, black letters: “You put your head in, you put your head out, you put your head in, and shake it all about, you do the Hokey Pokey, and you turn yourself around, that’s what it’s all about.” Aren’t you glad you didn’t look in the window?

She dropped the paper and quickly ran out the door. 09:36, November 10, 2013 (UTC) Panda