It’s Terror Time
Sitting by the Willow tree
Two children as silly as can be
Enjoying their time together
Despite the cloudy weather
No storm can keep them
From playing leap frog
Or trying to throw sticks into the bog.
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Susie: (smiles) Hey, Bob— would you like to build a-?
Bob: If you say snowman~ I’ll have to stop you right there. It never snows here in Warth. You know that already, Susie. I don’t have to remind you that every single day. (sighs)
Susie: (laughs) Oh, come on. You never know...I believe in miracles..okay.
Bob: (shakes his head) Keep believing, Susie. I wouldn’t want to crush your faith in such a long hoped for miracle...
Susie: (snaps her fingers) Hello there, Bob? What are you staring at? Huh?
Bob: (points toward the willow tree) Did you see that?
Susie: What are you talking about? I didn’t see anything.
Bob: Don’t you see the crows circling around the Willow tree?
Susie: No, I don’t see any crows.
Bob: (gulps) Susie (he spoke in a hushed tone) Susie, we need to head back in the house. Play time is over.
Susie: No. I still want to play on the swing and pick some sunflowers.
Bob: The swing will still be here even tomorrow morn’. Now Susie, when I tell you to run— run-
Susie: (sniffs) Bob? Bob, where are you?
Bob: (shaking) Run, Susie, Run!
Susie: (looks around & dashes toward the farm house)
Bob: (sobs) I know you’re out here. Don’t you dare hurt little Susie.
A cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows. It stretched out its claws. Bob tried to run, but his feet were frozen to the ground.
Bob: (screams)
The razor sharp claws tore the kid’s chest apart. His lungs were pulled out & swallowed whole by the cloaked figure.
As soon as he snapped his claws, he vanished. The crows in the Willow tree flapped their wings & flew toward what was left of Bob.
Their beaks pulled at some flesh left on his bones and other organs that had been left torn into shreds like pieces of meat.
22.05.2021 sat’rday.