Urban Legend
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It
was an autumn afternoon. Cecil and Dad had just moved into the banana colored
house. Cecil watched with her her chin resting on her folded arms in the window
as the moving crew shuffled in and out of the house. She turned off her hearing
ability and does off. When they worked their way up to Cecil’s room, they
called to her. Again. And Again. One of the men finally walked up behind her
and just before he touched her on the shoulder she whipped around and realized
they were talking to her. She turned up her hearing aids and then looked up at
him with an apologetic look. The man’s eyes and nostrils settled and then he
had the look of pity. He asked were the boxes should go. She read the lips and
with the point of a finger “Over there will do,” she said.
Cecil
was confused on why Dad always bought the weirdest house on the block. At least he scored a great deal. At least it
was better than the house we came from. At least… Cecil looked farther down
the road to the house in the end. At
least it looks better than that house at
the end of the street. There was no car in the drive way and it looked
deserted.
Cecil
turned around and looked at the boxes. It was time to unpack. She took out her hearing aids and
went to her boxes. From the first one she pulled a radio from it and plugged it
into the wall. She turned it on, on full blast. Her music was the vibrations
that the radio made.
Cecil wanted to explore what little of her new
neighborhood she had. She would have to wait till tomorrow because the blanket
of darkness was devouring the sky. She had a silent dinner with Dad and then
headed for bed. Until tomorrow.
Dad went into Cecil’s room in the morning to notify her.
He shook her and she woke up abruptly. She single handed patted the night
stand to get her hearing aids. Once she was set up Dad told her he was going to
go the school and finish enrolling her. This was the only part that Cecil liked
about the move. No school until Dad finished the paperwork. Dad was terrible
with that.
This is my chance
to go and explore the neighborhood. Nod and he will go away. Dad gave her violent
brushes on her head and then left. Cecil got dressed and went outside. She
started down the street in the opposite direction of the house at the end. She
turned the corner when she bumped into a man.
“Oh gosh, sorry!”
The man looked at Cecil with a twinkle in his eye. He
waited for a reply.
“It’s fine.”
Cecil’s voice made the man’s twinkle disappear and turn
into remorse. It was almost if he felt her and how she felt.
“I’m Dan. I live just
down the road at the end of the house.”
“So someone does live
there?”
Dan’s teeth started to
show.
“I’m Cecil. Well I just
moved in. We are the last ones on the block.”
“I know I saw… Ok well I
will be on my way now.”
“Bye.”
He seems like a
nice man. Creepy smile though.
Cecil got home an hour later. She went to the office
and went on the computer that was still on the floor. She searched up her prison
that she was going to attend next Monday. Other links popped from that search
the one below it was a girl who had disappeared with her mother on April 29,
2010. The house was clean and there was no trace left behind. The scene of the disappearance
was not far from her house. Probably some
attention grabber story.
Cecil waited for Dad to arrive home as she rested her
side in the window. She could see to the end of the block. There Dan lived. She
squinted. She saw a curtain move. She blinked again and looked. It was closed
and Dad had arrived.
So her name is Cecil.
What a perfect name. She has a gift like me. She can block out sound. I can
just smell her hair still. What day is it? Ah, yes the 27. Almost a year since
your last mission, I would just hate to break the cycle. Stop shaking your hands;
you are going to be able to play soon. Shoot, I hope she did not see me.
The next day was a boring one. Cecil stayed home and
Dad was able to come home early so they had a lunch together. The day was going
by fast and calmly until… BAM! There was a loud crash in the window. We picked
it up and it was a rock. The only sound that was made was Dad cursing the world
and then putting the glass in a brown bag. We saw a green Volvo drive away.
Dinner was quiet as we were vultures ready to catch our pray. Cecil goes to bed
and takes out her hearing aids. She buried her head into her pillow and tried
to drown out any vibrations that were coming from outside. She asked her dad beforehand
to check if there was anything out there. It was just the wind and tree
branches hitting her window. Just ignore it and it will go away says Dad.
August 29, 2011
Cecil and her dad go to a restaurant and then to go and
buy uniforms for school. Cecil thought that the only way to spend her time with
her dad was not being with him mentally but focused on the more important stuff…
like clothes.
Today is the day.
Your favorite day! You are so special. It is just killing me how long the day
is. Don’t feel bad about the girl. It’s just that there can only be one with a
special gift. The dad is okay, but he is not a great loss. You are becoming
weak. You need to feed again.
Cecil and Dad call it a day. They are tired and want
to go to bed. Dad reassures her that the pounding she feels is all outside.
They go to sleep.
SLIT. He cut a
square opening in the tarp that covered the hole. He placed one foot inside and
then the other. He was a mouse as he moved and careful to his surroundings. One
wrong move and it was over. He went upstairs and stopped at the first door. It
was almost a minute before he turned the nob fully. He swung the door open to
avoid creaking noises and stopped it right before hitting the door stopper. He
tip-toed to the foot of the bed and watched patiently, observing and picturing
how this would play out. A glint of light from the moon reflected of his eye.
He was done waiting. He took a deep breath and touched Dad on the shoulder. His
eyes opened slightly and scanned the figure. Dad took a deep breath for a
scream but before the sound could travel out of his mouth it was cut off by a
knife in his stomach. Dad let out a gasp, jerked his head forward and then
backwards pounding his head on the back board. He lifted the knife again and
drove it into Dad again.
“So I see you do not
have the gift your daughter does. Would you like too?”
He took the knife and cut off Dad’s right ear, then the
left ear. Dad had let out his last silent scream for help and then his head
fell to the side. It was over
Ok, he is taken
care of. Move on to what you have been waiting for.
He wrapped Dad in his own sheets and dragged him off
the bed and slides him next to the door. He walked outside the room and then
into Cecil’s he opens the door and approaches her. He peers over with the
knife. Stops his actions and then puts it away. Instead he took the ears from
Dad and replaced them with her hearing aids. After that he took a note and a
pen from her desk and wrote something. He then closed Cecil’s door and took the
dad out to the front and shoved him in the trunk of the green Volvo.
Cecil woke up the next morning and stretched her hands
out ready for a good day. She reached over to her stand to grab her aids. She
felt something liquid. Then she felt two odd shapes she quickly looked over and
screamed. There was a note beside her. Daddy
is just like you now. She took the ears and note to her dads room and
blinked twice when she noticed he was not there. She screamed through the house
to see if someone would hear her and come to her aid. After nothing she ran
outside and into the middle of the street. She looked down the road to see if
there was anything, something. Behind her was a green Volvo speeding up. She
turned around to go home and in the blink of an eye saw the Volvo. Inside the
Volvo was Dan. She waved her hands for him to stop but he sped up and… CRASH!
Cecil flew and they skidded across the black pavement. Quickly Dan gets out of
the car and grabs Cecil. He then tosses her in the trunk with her dad.
Breaking news, father and daughter have
been missing for days. There was no trace or anything left behind for clues.
The police surround the house in search for them but no
luck. Down the street in the house at the end the curtain closes. Until next year Dan, or should I say Joe.
