Bloody Bones, part II

I've become very fond of the vitalic CD that I got from matson. it's pretty classy. I recommend it. (the CD is called Flashmob.)

So I feel pretty confident about my comp lit final now, because most everyone else's were standard short stories with romantic comedy elements. hopefully Nadia will like my project. I don't really know if she'll be offended. I have a feeling she won't be. we'll see.






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Bloody Bones:
Part II


Excited that she was allowed to stay up late for once, she took some cereal from the cabinet closest to the floor and began eating straight from the box. Boy, this was wonderful: staying up late and as much sugar cereal as a little girl could want! Suddenly she heard a baby’s watery hiccup. Annoyed, she ran back to her parents’ bedroom, but no, the baby lay still in his crib. She shuffled back to the kitchen, stuffing her face with Lucky Charms. There was the hiccup again, and this time Alicia was able to hear it coming from the sink. She pulled her little yellow plastic stool up, putting the cereal down on the floor, and peered into the drain.
“Hello?” she called, “Is there a baby down there?”
Silence.
She got down off the stool and continued to eat her cereal sitting down at the kitchen table. There was another sound from the sink, more of a moan this time. Alicia was a little scared now, and tip toed over more carefully before getting back on the stool.
“Hello?” she called again, “Who’s down there?”
A quiet whisper answered back, “You’ve been a naughty girl, Alicia.”
She jumped, dropping her cereal box onto the linoleum floor, “Who are you?” she whispered back to the drain.
“My name is Bloody Bones and you’ve been a very naughty girl, Alicia, killing your brother like that,” came the voice, gurgling from the pipes.
“I just made him go to sleep! He was being annoying,” Alicia whispered.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Alicia. I’m going to have to punish you.”
Alicia stepped back off of the stool. Without turning away from the drain, she picked up her cereal box, sucking the thumb of her other hand. She ran to the living room, burying herself under the cushions on the couch, eating cereal and watching the kitchen sink. After a few minutes of silence, Alicia decided it was worth a look. She crawled out from under her pillow cocoon, shuffling her little feet into the kitchen. She climbed onto the plastic stool, looking down into the drain.
“Naughty girls must be punished,” the sink gurgled at her. She screamed as a long, thin arm shot from the drain, wrapping itself around her throat, dragging her down into the dark.
When Alicia’s parents got home, they found only a box of cereal spilled in the kitchen, a small plastic stool and an empty crib.