Creepy Bedtime Stories

Mom doesn’t say anything. She waits for me to speak instead. She knows somethings wrong. She’s good like that. She’s not my mom of course, but after awhile Ms. Gold felt to formal. She, and her husband although not super close with me did end up taking on a sort of parental role with me. Truth is I’m not super close with any of them. But we care about each other in way that’s close to family anyway. The closest I’ve come to since my parents deaths.

“Jordan burned himself with the pan. Not badly though.” I say. She nods. I’m back to being lost in my own thoughts. In a lot of ways Jordan reminds me of Cypress. Protective and outdoorsy, a family man. But he’s so different from him too. Like me Jordan clearly has a bit of love for horror movies. His tastes as particular as mine. While Ross likes slashers, and V horror RPG’s. I like complex monsters, and weird unexplained online videos. ‘Found footage’ type stuff. Basically anything that isn’t the typical slasher, or blockbuster. It’s not that there isn’t slasher, and mainstream horror movies I like, but they have a tendency to bore me, especially with there monsters. So I tend to stay away from them. Still we should do a horror movie marathon together next. The four of us. And I know V has a horror anime on dvd. We could watch Frankenstein, and I Ross has a whole collection of movies. But whether that happens depends on tomorrow. It’s not that I really think him a threat, but that I can’t afford to rule it out. If we do date. I’ll have to tell him my secret. I wasn’t used to this. Hiding such a large part of me from a community of people, from friends, from the guy I know realize I had a crush on. It was my new world though. My old one was dead, and it wasn’t coming back. Dad always dad, and not Pops, was in the living room.

“Tell me a bed time story!” Amy chimed.

“I’ll tell you one.” Dad said.

“No! I want a scary one.” I looked to dad. He nodded.

“Ok. Just one thought. I got to crash. Big day tomorrow.”

“Ok!” She says, rushing up the stairs. Her dad followed after. I walked up next. Amy had a love for children’s horror. She watched some animated scary moves, and loved the weirdly random scary scenes in other children’s movies. Her bookshelf was lined with titles like, How to Befriend a Monster, and Life of Middle School Alien. I thought for a moment of a story I hadn’t told yet. Her mom was in the doorframe.

“There was once a large White Wolf. The White Wolf was very hungry. So the large White Wolf got her friends Grey Wolf, and Dessert Wolf to go out hunting with her. Dessert Wolf tells White Wolf to slow down he can’t keep up. White Wolf doesn’t listen. Too caught up in the hunt. Dessert Wolf gets left behind. Grey Wolf, and White Wolf come across a herd of elk. Grey Wolf tells White Wolf that they should go after the weakest elk. White Wolf tells Grey Wolf they’re going to hunt the biggest. They slowly stalk forward. They’re spotted, and give chase. They take down there kill, but Grey Wolf’s paw is injured. Grey Wolf eats with White Wolf. Then leaves to find Dessert Wolf. As Grey Wolf goes she tells White Wolf to be carful. White Wolf laughs in response. Then the heard circles back. White Wolf howls, but her pack is already gone.

I go with a story my mom used to tell me.

“There was once a large White Wolf. The White Wolf was very hungry. So the large White Wolf got his friends Grey Wolf and Dessert Wolf to go out hunting with her. Dessert Wolf tells White Wolf to slow down he can’t keep up. White Wolf doesn’t listen too caught up in the hunt. Dessert Wolf gets left behind. Grey Wolf and White Wolf come across a herd of elk. Grey Wolf tells White Wolf that they should go after the weakest elk. White Wolf tells Grey Wolf they’re going to hunt the biggest. They slowly stalk forward. They’re spotted, and give chase. They take down their kill but Grey Wolf’s paw is injured. Grey Wolf eats with White Wolf. Then leaves to find Dessert Wolf. As Grey Wolf goes she tells White Wolf to be carful. White Wolf laughs in response. Then the heard circles back. White Wolf howls, but her pack is already gone.” Amy’s face scrunches up.

“So the wolf dies?” She asks.

“Maybe.” I say understanding that like me at that age Amy can handle that.

“The wolf should have been more carful.” She says. I nod.

“Yes and a better leader.” There was a few lines in the story that could be interpreted as the White Wolf being an Alpha. The other wolves left her alone. Not to be cruel. It was her bad leadership that was her down fall, and her pride. “Well night.” I say.

“Goodnight.” Amy says. I walk past her mom. She doesn’t seem upset by the story so I figure my instincts were right. I walk into the very small house. The living room has a small flatscreen. A coffee table, and a couch. To the left carpet changes to tile, a very small kitchen with a little counter space. A bedroom with enough room for my bed, a dresser, and a bookshelf. With a bathroom connected to it. I lock the door behind me. Though there isn’t many things that could kill a predator like me. I eat some leftovers. I flop down on the bed. I fall asleep immediately.