User:BadCupcake

Alexander. The name that brought nothing but sheer fear and terror to me the past years. I worry for myself, but yet, I worry for other people more then my selfishness. And so I must pass on the knowledge I have obtained to warn others like me what happens when your too curious.

I am a normal girl, 16 years of age, my name isn't important at this point so there is no need to mention it. My face is boring, no intriguing features... Just your typical misunderstood teenager. I wandered into the library one afternoon while my friends had ditched me for fries at a Chinese place across the street. I didn't want to sit around alone and bored so I decided to go spelunking in the children's book section. I was looking for a particular book for my younger sister, one about alice and her adventures with mad people and white rabbits which had subliminal messaging to cocaine or something. I was looking at the A section when I stumbled across something rather odd.

A white book stuffed behind a bunch of other books as if someone was trying to hide it. I reached for it, scratched my arm along the tattered ends of Avengers beginner books and Adventure Time picture books until I finally grabbed onto it. It felt like it had some type of film on it and when I yanked it out I noticed it was covered in dirt and some other substance in which I was not familiar with.

I wiped it off with the bottom of my shirt which I didn't like anyways and saw the cover. A cartoon drawing of a boy with black hair, dot eyes and no mouth wearing a t-shirt and some pants, the only thing in colour was his red shoes. The book looked old and it was one of those board books, but the cardboard seemed to be splitting in various places. The title of the book was written in black letters, and it read "This Is Alexander".

Now, I was a curious, curious girl so I decided to sign the book out for further investigation on it. But once I took it over to the check out the librarian scolded me and snatched the book right out of my hands stuffing it behind her desk. She told me I was not aloud to take the book out and that no one else was either. I started to argue the fact that it was on the shelf for anyone to grab and she spat back with the fact that she didn't care where it was because it had to stay away from everyone. I was angry, shocked, and confused all at once and now the only thing on my mind was that stupid book.

And so I waited. I waited and waited in that library, watching person after person pop in and pop out until finally the librarian put up the 'out for lunch' sign on her desk. I smiled at this and waited until she was completely out of the library when I rushed over to the desk, grabbed the book and blotted off with it, eager to find out more.

When I got home, my mother informed me her and my sister were going to go shopping when my father got home. She told me I had to stay home and do laundry which I nodded to but knew I wasn't going to do. I waited for them to leave, waved bye, shut the door and locked if before I sat down on my couch and began reading this forbidden children's book.

Each page had the same set up, a picture and some words, and the sequences of the book went as followed;

On the first page there was a picture of who I was guessing was Alexander, waving. I noted the drawing style - no nose, no mouth, dots for eyes, small body. The text simply said "This is Alexander. Alexander is 16 years old."

The next page had a picture of Alexander holding a small orange cat, the cat had a mouth unlike Alexander. This page simply said "Alexander has a cat. Alexander doesn't like his cat."

The next page I could not fully grasp, this is where things started to take a turn with the text "Alexander took his cat outback and put him to sleep" and a picture of Alexander dragging a bloody cat body around a corner.

The next page seemed to be worse. Alexander was now holding a knife and staring at it. This one said "Alexander likes knives. Alexander doesn't have many friends."

On the next page, there was a picture of Alexander sitting in a corner and another child beside him holding a bloody knife wound on his own chest, probably inflicted by Alexander. I noted this child had a mouth and nose unlike Alexander. The text on this page said "Alexander doesn't need friends."

On the next page the book got even more morbid, so much so I had to pause and take a moment. There was a picture of a lady crying, Alexander beside her with a sad face. This lady also had a mouth and nose. The text above this said "Oh no! Mommy found out about the cat!" And beside the picture was another, that showed bloody hands holding a bloody knife. This text said "Alexander doesn't need his Mommy."

There were only two pages left now, and one had a picture of Alexander leaving a blood covered house with the words "Mommy always liked the colour red."

The last page was by far the scariest, it was Alexander, surrounded by dead children, - who all had mouths, meaning that Alexander really doesn't have a mouth and that it's not just the drawing style - the drawings were all rushed and scribbly, and there was blood drawn all over the page. This page said "Alexander doesn't like happy children. He is coming for you."

And with that I had had enough of the god forsaken book as I ran to my room, grabbed a box I had with a pad lock on it, opened it, took all my private stuff in it out, dumped the book in there and locked it shut, tossing the locked box back in my closet and closing the doors.

I didn't say word about the book to anyone nor did I touch where I had hidden it. There was no way I was going to, because the book was too creepy.

I was just about to go to bed when I heard a small bump come from the right side of my room where my closet was, but I disregarded this as a figment of my over active imagination. Sadly for me, this wasn't the case.

When I got into bed and pulled the blankets over myself, I heard it again. I was beginning to think it was actually happening and not in my head at all. Just as I sat up, my door slammed shut with a burst of loud bangs coming from inside my closet. This is when I shot up and grabbed a hold of my blankets, hearing my breathing speed change from slow to rapid and my eyes felt like they would never close again. Suddenly, all the banging stopped, the room grew silent.

Alexander,

Alexander,

Children's voice sung out, loud enough for me to hear as I stared at my closet and watched blood pour out from the bottom.

Simply wants to take a gander,

At your insides, your intestines,

Red and pink just like blood shot eyes.

The closet door opened at a painfully slow pace and I felt my heart racing and pounding against my clenched fists eagerly grasping for my blanket as if it were going to save me from what ever was sneaking out of my closet. The door stopped moving, and I heard a foot step, followed by a splash of red metallic blood. Another, and another until he was standing about a door away from the foot of my bed.

The song played over and over again, in children's monotoned voices. Chanting his name like it was a ceremony or a camp fire song. Alexander, Alexander. This is Alexander.

It was the exact boy from the book. Black hair, pale skin, a white shirt and white pants. The same red shoes but these ones were smeared with blood from the puddle on the floor beneath him. His eyes were nothing but black dots slightly stretched out the tall way and he had no mouth or nose. He looked at me with his lifeless eyes and stared for a while until the song played out and finally finished.

It was silent once again until a loud buzzing went threw my ears and children's screams filled the room, all of them screaming 'NO ALEXANDER, NO!' And children pleading for there lives with blood shrieking screams which made me grab onto my ears and scream myself, tears bursting from my eyes. Everything stopped all at once and there was one single voice, whispering one single sentence.

"How often do you smile?"

I opened my eyes to see Alexander with a hole ripped into his face where his mouth should be and big bloody sharp yellow teeth peering out. He opened his demonic mouth as souls of dead children poured out and circled around my bed. They were all saying the same thing 'I smile plenty. I smile plenty' over and over and over again, their words cutting into my ears like rusty razor blades.

I looked up again to see Alexander, his mouthless face back to normal and his whispering eery voice coming into contact with my ears again.

"You can't smile if you have no mouths." All of the souls of the children stopped spinning around and they all grabbed onto there hair and yanked at it, screaming bloody murder as there mouths got mutilated off and their blood go splashing onto me and Alexander. Alexander looked at me once again, and his voice lingered around the room.

"She's too old." He said and then stepped off into the direction of my door. The souls of the kids disappeared and the blood was gone as he stepped out and to his left. I screamed once I realized where he was going - on the left was my little sisters room. I jumped out of bed, running threw my shock as I stumbled and cried, screaming and screaming "NO, ALEXANDER, NO!" As I made it to my sisters room. There he was, next to my lifeless, mouth less sister, blood staining the pink and purple floral print of her once so innocent room. I heard foot steps come running up the stairs and into the room. It was my mother and father who also saw the bloody horrible scene. They both broke out into fits of tears as my little sisters soul traveled out of her body and beside Alexander. She pointed to him, her smile of happy dreams completely erased from her face.

"This Is Alexander," she said.

"Alexander doesn't like kids who smile to much."

And that was it, he was gone. She was gone. Everything was gone. The only thing left of Alexander was the book I still had locked away and the possibility that he is still out there, looking for more children who smile plenty.