Short Stories

Pins and Needles

                                                       Pins and Needles

It was breezy fall day. The crispy multicolored leaves rustled viciously through the wind. The giant oak tree adjacent the house also swayed in the wind. The fireplace that lied in the living room smelled of cedar and smoke. On the table lied the wise house cat, content with his sleep. I walk over to the fireplace, the mantle above held a worn old figure with button eyes. I took it off the mantle and stared it rabidly. As I stared more into its button eyes, the more frenzied I felt. The more I felt like killing someone; a specific person. Esther Ainsley had wronged me and now she had to pay for her crime. I sprinted upstairs to the sewing kit; grab a thin pointy push pin. I stabbed the figure right where the heart would be if it had a heart. I was frenzied, an evil dark force flooded through the course of my body; I couldn’t stop. I stabbed the figures heart repeatedly not stopping till I was satisfied. I wanted no I needed to destroy that figure just like what it did to me. So I went to the kitchen grab the sharpest looking knife I could find. The figure with button eyes lay dormant on the wood table that’s when I lifted the knife as high as my arm would go and sliced the figures head off. The knife hit the table with a bang and clattered to the floor. The figures head also clattered to the floor, dead. I left the room; the knife still lay on the floor next to the head; the body still lying on the table.

The next morning, I get out of bed and walk downstairs the figure still lay mangled; head on the floor the body lying on the table. All of a sudden there was a knock on the front door. I walked to it and opened it. Right there in front of me laid Esther Ainsley lying dead on the concrete step. The dress she wore had blood stains, blood pouring from the right side of the chest. Her head had been decapitated. I knew now that figure I killed last night was her. The figure was a voodoo doll of Esther Ainsley. I felt something rub up against my leg, something made of straw and cotton. I looked down and there I saw the voodoo alive walking with a knife in its hand, its head decapitated from last night. That darkness that ran through me last night was dark magic. The dark magic that brought him alive and now he is here to kill.