Prologue
The room was dark and quiet. Small beams of light crept through the spaces in the windows. A man sat in the corner of the room with his legs crossed. He had a sickly grin on his face, and in his hands rested a hatchet. There was a bucket next to him, which was stained a blood red, the contents unseen. A small gray dog lay in the other corner of the room.
Of the Gum
Dick, son of Robbert Dickerson, had just left the travel store with a warm bean burrito in his hands. He made his way across the parking lot, carefully avoiding gum on the ground.“Fuck!” he yelled, “damn gum.”
“Oi, some old lady shouted, “you watch your language!”
Dick didn’t bother to reply, but went on making one stop to empty the snake. He was on his way home, hoping to make it before his T.V. show started. Game shows had always turned him on, especially with a warm burrito in his stomach.
When he stepped off the welcome mat, and onto the hardwood floor, the gum on his shoe made a loud noise. A few moments later he heard a scuffling sound upstairs and he made his way to the stairs, careful not to step on the gum part of his shoe, as well as avoid the squeaky step in the stairs.
The door was open and as he approached, he heard another scuffling noise come from the closest room. He quickly tiptoed toward it, making sure not to step on the gum again. He listened quietly, and then rushed into the room.
Seeing Dick run into the room swinging a hatchet and gum sounds going off everywhere scared the piss out of the dog. He stood in the middle of the room, franticly scanning it until his eyes rested upon Dick.
If the dog had known that these were his last seconds of his life, he would have run. Dick snarled at the dog, and then ran at him and all went black.
