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I think this one might be my creepiest one yet. Please let me know what you think.

All comments, suggestions and corrections are greatly appreciated.

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“Children fearing  for their lives

Pray to Nana Razor.

They put their tears in a cup

To give to Nana Razor.

And the moon is full,.

Up in the sky

Beware of Nana Razor.

She will cut and bite

With her toothless mouth.

Scary  Nana Razor

All the bad grown-ups

Will scream and beg:

Have mercy, Nana Razor!”

-Old children’s rhyme.

Ally was terrified, and rightfully so. She believed her life was in danger, rightly so as well. Her short life had never really been a happy one, but things were getting even worse. Mommy had died years ago. And Daddy had taken to drinking to “dull the pain” as he put it.

The problem was that when Daddy drank, Daddy got violent. When Daddy got violent, he would hurt her. Hurt her real bad. When that happened, she had to lie in school and tell the grown-ups. She had to tell them  she fell from the swing; fell from the stairs. That she had closed the door on her fingers or  burned herself on the stove. She had cut herself “accidentally”, even stabbed herself by mistake.

Lying was hard, especially when she wanted to tell them the truth. Tell them her Daddy was hurting her. But she knew if she did that, Daddy would get even angrier with her. They would take her away to an orphanage or a foster home. And Daddy told her those would be much, much worse.

Then there was the other thing. The one that had started happening lately. Daddy would drink and instead of violent, he would get lonely. And when that happened he would come to her bed at night. Not in the good way, but in a real bad, bad way. He did things to her that she did not want. And if she asked him to stop he would get violent again. Real violent. She was afraid, that one one day,  in a fit of rage, Daddy might kill her.

She didn’t know what to do. That is, until one she had heard a rhyme from some girls who were skipping rope in the park. So she started saving her tears in a little pink plastic teacup. Waiting for the full moon so she could  offer them to Nana Razor.

Full moon night arrived, not a moment too soon. Tonight, Daddy had been “lonely” again. He had hugged her and tried to kiss her earlier. The “bad” sort of kiss. Ally managed to get away, which made Daddy really  mad. He ran after her, but she beat him to her room and slammed the door shut and propped up  a chair against the doorknob. Daddy screamed and pounded on the door for what seemed to be forever. But finally frustrated and exhausted,  he sat down on the sofa with a bottle and passed out.

Ally laid down on her bed, and tried to sleep. She knew Daddy would not get up from his drunken sleep  until late tomorrow. By that time she would be out of the house, and maybe this time she would finally tell the Social Worker Lady in school about Daddy. She would probably go to a foster home, but no matter how bad it was, it couldn’t be any worse than this.

She was almost drifting to sleep when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. At first she thought somehow Daddy managed to get in, but when she opened her heavy sleepy eyes she saw a shadow at the foot of her bed. The shadow was twisted and scrawny and moved as if any movement was made at the cost of great pain. Alleys eys started to focus and saw it was a toothless old, old lady, with hands so scrawny and disfigured with age, they looked more like claws then hands. Her skin was wrinkled and and dry, like that of a mummy she saw on a field trip to the museum. Her head was topped by the hood from  a robe so faded and tattered it seemed to be falling apart and flaking with every movement. Her eyes were deep and dark, and even though it was too dark to see them, Ally knew they were staring right at her.

Ally wanted to scream, she wanted to jump and run away as fast as she could, but her body seemed frozen. She tried real hard not to wet her bed as the hag lifted the little pink tea cup and took it to her lips. The wrinkled  lips parted in an eerie smile, exposing fleshy gums. “Why did you call Nana, my dear?” She wailed  in a tortured voice..

“It’s Daddy, he’s...he’s..” Ally could not finish the sentence.

“Hush, child.” The hag murmured. Strange as it may sound, there was some sweetness in her voice. “The tears will tell me all I need to know.” Then she took the tiny toy tea-cup and slowly drank Ally’s tears. A look of understanding and sadness crossed her eyes. She knew. She knew everything. Everything Ally felt to scarred and ashamed to tell anyone. Everything.

“My poor, poor child.” she cooed with her tortured voice. “Nanna is going to make it all better for you know. Nana is going to make it all go away.” For a second, Ally thought she saw tears trickling from Nana’s deep, dark eyes.

“I’m scarred, Nana.” Ally cried, as tears streamed down her face. Tear that she had held back for way too long.

“Just cover your head with the pillow, sweety. Hide under your sheets. It won’t take long.”

Ally started covered her face, but could not keep herself from peeking from under the sheets. From her peek-hole he saw Nana, slowly get up, her joints cracking as she moved. From her robe she took a rusty straight-razor for each hand, and flicked them open. She turned towards the door, and then glided across the room and right through the door as a terrified Ally watched in disbelief.

Then she heard Daddy scream. She held her pillow tight against her head, to block out the screams but she could still hear them. Daddy screamed and screamed until finally, he stopped.

The neighbors called the police that night. They were somewhat used to hearing screams and noises from the apartment where that alcoholic man  lived with his little girl, but tonight had been different. Tonight, it sounded as if someone got killed.

The police arrived and after knocking a few times decided to ram the door open. None, of them were prepared for what the saw. Blood was everywhere. On the floor, the walls and even spattered up on the  ceiling. On the couch laid a middle aged man, or what was left of him.

The body had been castrated, mutilated and apparently skinned. His mouth had been cut into a Glasgow Smile. His stomach had been sliced open and his organs and entrails had been  removed and spread out across the floor in front of him. His eyes, along with his tongue floated inside a dirty glass, half-full with cheap bourbon whisky. Out of the five policemen  who first arrived at the scene, three of them quit the next day. One of them being the veteran of the group who was only six-months away from retiring. All of them had horrible nightmares ever since. None of them wanted to talk about it.

.Though the neighbors insisted a little girl live there too, they never found her. They did know, but Ally had gone away to a place where she would never again be afraid, never again be in pain. She had gone away. Away with Nana Razor.

But if you listen very carefully, on a quiet night, you might get to hear Ally’s  voice in the wind. Singing a sing-songy rhyme in along with other forgotten, vanished children. The song goes something like this:

“Children fearing  for their lives

Pray to Nana Razor.

They put their tears in a cup

To give to Nana Razor…” 