User:Pandikun





 Spring time was usually cold in the small city Royce lived in. Yet, this spring was unusual. So unusual, you can’t forget the one thing that happened during this spring.



 The murder of Royce Alston.



 As any 8 year old boy would do, Royce was playing happily outside with his dog, Rover. He was a very polite boy, maybe, too polite. He listened to whatever anyone told him to do. That’s just the environment he grew up in.



 Royce took his mother’s looks. Milky brown hair and dark eyes. Just another one out of the hundred.



 “Royce sweetie, come say goodbye to your brother!”



 And then it hit him. His brother was studying away.



 Royce laughed as he patted the house pet, “coming, mama!”



<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce made his way to the front door of his house. His brother crouched down to his height. “Hey there, Roy!” He smiled quite warmly, hugging his younger brother. “I-I’m going to miss you, Matt…” Royce couldn’t help but let tears stream down his face.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Matt started to wipe his tears. “Don’t worry about me, I’m going to miss you too, kiddo. And hey! I’ll be back before you know it.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce sniffled a couple of times before smiling. “Mmhmm. You’ll be back before I know it.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> After that being said, Royce’s mother called him in for a snack. Royce, being the overly excited boy he was, sat down, rather jumping in his seat. His mother placed a glass of milk and some cookies on the plate in front of him. “Thank you!” He smiled, chugging down the glass of milk.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Guess what, Royce?” His mom said, washing the glass and plate. “Mmhmm?” Royce wiped the milk from his lip’s.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Since your brother isn’t going to be here to baby sit you, me and your daddy have hired a Nanny to take care of you.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “What’s a Nanny, mama?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> His mother hugged him and smiled, “a type of baby sitter.” Royce laughed as he jumped up and down excitedly. “When will I meet them?” Sudden light shown into his eyes. “Tomorrow morning.” Mother sighed as she made her way to greet her husband.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Daddy! Daddy! Guess what?” Royce hugged him tightly. “And what’s that?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Mom said a Nanny will be taking care of me!”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Well that’s nice. Did you meet her yet?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce shook his head as he picked up the small dog. “Well would you look at the time, it’s time to sleep.” His dad picked up Royce and carried him upstairs to the boy’s bedroom.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> After a while of tucking in, Royce pulled the dog close to his chest. He loved his dog and couldn’t ask for a better pet. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” He whispered to his dog. He dozed off and got a good night’s rest.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The next day, Royce’s mom tickled him. “Wake up sleepy head! Get dressed, your Nanny is here!” Royce jumped up with excitement. “Nanny is here?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Yup! And her name is Mrs. Re’al.” Royce got up, and the dog jumped off the bed. “Come on, I’ll get you dressed.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce’s mother pulled out his shorts and a plaid shirt.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Hello there, Royce was it? My name is Mrs. Re’al or you can call me Grace.” She looked down at him, giving him a sadistic look. Or, at least that’s how he looked at it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “We are leaving now, take care!” His mother and father kissed him on the forehead.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Days have passed and Royce started to lose his sudden excitement and joy. Royce had bruise marks all over his arms. Every time his parents would pass by, he’d put his arms behind his back or carry the dog. But he prayed that his mother and father didn’t realize.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce’s Nanny came and his parents left. Grace looked pretty pissed off for some reason. “You told them, didn’t you?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “W-what?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Told them that I hit you?!”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “I’d never!” Royce pleaded so she wouldn’t hurt him again. Just then, the dog started barking out of control.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “SHUT UP!” She yelled, pointing out to the creature, and then turned back to the 8 year old boy. “If so, then why did your parents complain and ask how I’m doing?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce opened his mouth to speak out words, but failed to do so. That’s right, why did his parents ask? Did they notice?

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Did you?” Mrs. Re’al asked seriously, waiting for an answer. “I d-didn’t…”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> It took a while after Grace and Royce stared at each other. “Fine then.” She sighed, but Royce noticed a smirk appear on that face of hers, before she made her way up to the washroom.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> After a while of doodling in the small notebook Matt had given him, he realized that his dog had been missing. He called out a few times, under the name ‘Rover’, yet, he didn’t come. That was very unusual; the dog never disobeyed a call…

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Royce! Get up here!” He heard his Nanny call him. Avoiding any trouble, Royce slowly made his way up to where she was. The washroom.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The aura of it seemed weird at first, then Royce jumped with realization… It was just the temperature. It was slightly warmer.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce took a deep breath as he got ready to face her. That’s when his eyes dragged to his dog, it wasn’t moving. It was just steady and limp on the side of the ground. His eyes widened with fear, but he didn’t know if he was sleeping.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> He looked at Mrs. Re’al. She looked exhausted, giving Royce a very maddening look. She just… Stared.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “What’s wrong Royce? Is the water too hot?”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Royce didn’t reply, but stood in place. “Then get in.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “I-I’m sorry, but, it’s not bath time yet…” He smiled nervously trying to avoid eye contact.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “You’re so silly Royce! Now, get in.” She sighed furiously, clearing her throat every so often. “I-I need to go… Get food for Rover.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Your dog is dead.” She chuckled twirling her hair.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “What?” Royce fell to his knees. “N-no… He can’t be gone… W-what did you do?!” Royce cried out. Grace picked him up, but he struggled and yelled, wiggling out of his grip. “Shh now, child. Don’t want to involve the neighbors, do you?” She laughed quietly as she threw him into the bath tub.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> A lovely couple, down a few blocks from the Alston residence, contacted the police after supposedly finding the dead body of Royce Alston in the backyard in the house that they rented that day. The investigators say that they boy has been there since 23 of April 2007. And the marks on his body states that he had been either buried for too long… Or drowned.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> They also charged the parents for ‘child abuse’ due to the marks on his arms.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> You could have sworn the washroom door was shut. You reassuringly get back up and make your way back to the door knob. When you’re about to grab the handle, you hear a noise or two. Is that… faint sobbing? You flick on the light to see a boy, no older than 8 sitting on the edge of the bath tub. You stare at him, fear striking you. He looks at you, and then you see all the details.

<p class="MsoNormal"> His skin was pale, and his eyes were a faded brown color. His pale brown hair swayed when he stared into your eyes. Your fear stricken eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Black liquid replaced his tears and he had few bruises on his arms. Then your eyes trail to his clothes. He wore a yellow and red plaid t-shirt and navy shorts that fell just above his knees. He also wore socks. And above all that, he carried what appeared to be a dog plushy. Except it was real dog skin.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Wh-who are you?” You almost scream at him. You just wished you hadn’t switched on the lights. “Wh-who am I? I’m the monster you created.” Pandikun (talk) 09:18, July 8, 2014 (UTC)