"Mr. Gray"A Story by Cody Williams He's what children are afraid of all around the world...The Boogeyman. But now, he has a name...Mr. Gray. “Mr. Gray” By Cody Williams
George
stood up in his footstool wearing his Super Man pajamas slowly brushing teeth.
George was only eight years old. He was taking his sweet time prepping for bed.
But not the reason most children take the time. No, it’s not because he didn’t
like sleep. Hell, he hadn’t slept straight for a month now. He would damn well
welcome a good night sleep…but that would be wishful thinking. In fact, he’s
gotten to the point to where he only went into his bedroom if he needed to. And
I mean absolutely needed to. One of those times was bedtime. This has been
going on for about two months now. George would sleep with his mom, Holly, and
his dad, Paul. Paul made the decision about three weeks ago to not let him
sleep with them anymore. I think it’s safe to say that he hasn’t slept a wink
in that room in weeks. “Come on George!
It’s time for bed! Your teacher Ms. Collins called today and said you have been
sleeping in class.” Holly said pointing to George’s bedroom. George took the toothbrush
out of his mouth and placed it in the little blue cup that was mounted on the
wall along with the others. He then grabbed the hand towel off of the towel
rack and whipped his mouth off and leaped off of the step stool and walked out
of the bathroom into the hallway where his mother was. Holly patted him
on the head and led him to his bedroom door. She opened the door and motioned
for him to go in. George peaked his head around the corner looked for something
that might pop out at him. Nothing. “Go on George,
there’s nothing in there that can hurt you.” Holly said to him. George looked
to the closet in his room and began shaking with fear. He pulled in close to
his mom and looked up at her. “Please don’t make
me go in their mommy! He might get me! Mr. Gray might get me!” George said as
he began to cry. Paul walked into the hallway and knelt down beside of George. “George, I told
you that there was no such thing as Mr. Gray. He doesn’t exist. There’s nothing
to be afraid of.” Paul said pointing to George’s bed. Holly reached in turning
on the overhead light. “Yes there is
daddy! He’s in the closet!” George said to his father. Paul stood up and walked
into the room to the closet and opened it. “See George!
There’s nothing in there! We talked about this! Now quite fooling around and
get in that bed now!” Paul said. George pulled himself closer to his mother and
buried his face in her dress. She picked him up and carried him to the bed and
put him into it. Paul walked over to the nightstand beside of him and turned on
his Scooby Doo night-light. He and Holly then walked over to the doorway and
looked back at their son who was now hiding himself under the covers. “George, buddy,
there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Paul said as he turned the light off. George
peaked his head out from under the covers and looked at them. “Daddy, can you
stay in here with me tonight?” George asked him. Paul sighed and then smiled
and nodded. He walked over to the bedside and sat down in the rocking chair
beside the bed. He reached over to the bookshelf grabbing a novel and sat there
reading it waiting for George to go to sleep. After about twenty
minutes, Paul looked over to George noticing that he was now sleeping. He
closed the book and stood up from the chair. He leaned over kissing George on
the cheek and he reached over and turned off the night-light. He walked out of
the room and closed the door behind him. About midnight,
Paul awoke with terror after hearing a loud crash in George’s bedroom. He and
Holly quickly got out of bed and ran out of their bedroom and down the hall to
George’s room. Paul reached down grabbing the doorknob and twisting it. The
door wouldn’t open. It was as if something was holding it shut. But it wasn’t
locked. Paul knew that. The knob would twist and he could push it open a little
bit, but the damn thing would not just swing open. “George! What’s
going on in there! Open this does door right now young man! Or I’ll tan you
good!” Paul shouted. No answer. He began to throw himself against the door
before it finally gave was. Paul and Holly rushed in the room. Nobody was
there. The bed was made and there was not a speck anywhere. “George?” Holly
said calling out to her son. No answer. Paul got down on the hard wood floor,
lifted up the bed skirts, and looked under the bed. Nothing was under there but
a dull gray hat. It looked like the type of hat that a 1950s newspaper reporter
would wear. “What the hell?”
Paul said. He reached his arm under the bed grabbing the hat and pulling it out
from under the bed. He held it upside down looking inside of it. At the back of
it there was a nametag reading PROPERTY OF MR. GRAY. IF LOST CALL 666. “What
the f**k is this?” Paul asked handing the hat over to Holly. Holly grabbed it
and began shaking with fear. “Paul! What’s
this? Call the police!” Holly said to him handing him the hat back. “And tell them
what? That a man named Mr. Gray broke in out house and kidnapped our son?” He
asked her. “Well, there was a
crash.” She told him. He looked around the room. There was nothing shattered.
Everything was neat. In fact, it looked as if an eight-year-old child hadn’t
been in there all day. Paul looked over at the closet. Holly looked at him and
grabbed on to him pulling him close to her. The two of them all walked over to
the closet door and Paul grabbed the knob. He turned the knob and the door
swung open. In the closet was an old man. He was about five and a half feet
tall and was quite skinny. He was wearing a gray dress suite and was looking
down at a golden pocket watch. He shut the watch and looked at Paul. “I’m a sorry folk.
But you’re too late.” The man said smiling at them. “Who the hell are
you? What the hell do you mean we are too late?” Paul asked him as Holly clung
to his arm. “You just missed
him. You just missed George!” He said smiling. “What the hell did
you do to him? What did you do to my boy?” Paul said shouting at the man. “It doesn’t matter
where he’s at. All that matters is where you are going.” The man said. He
reached his hand up grabbing his mouth speeding it wider and wider. He began to
grow razor sharp teeth and black colored horns grew from his head. His skin
changed too. It was no long soft smooth skin, but a black as if he was burnt to
a crisp and a fire and it was rough. He opened his mouth and growled at the
two. Paul leaped back and Holly followed. Paul closed his eyes and began
shaking his head ‘no’. “Not there! Not
there! Not there!” Paul shouted. He quit shaking his head and opened his eyes
looking into the closet. The man was gone. They began looking around confused. “Where did he go?”
Holly asked. Paul stood up with sweat pouring down his face and his heart
running 1,000,000 miles per minute. He walked his spaghetti legs over to the
bed and sat down on it. Holly sat down beside him and began running her hand
through his hair. “What do we do now Paul? Where did he go? There’s no way he
could have gotten out of here that quickly could he?” Holly asked. Paul looked
up at Holly confused. “What are you
talking about Holly? There was never anyone here.” He told her. “But Paul we saw
him!” She said. Paul shook his head. “No! There was
never anyone here!” Paul shouted. “This is just some sick joke George is
pulling over! He’s gotten you fooled!” Paul shouted at Holly. Holly stood up
from the bed and walked over to the doorway and turned back to him. “Paul, something’s
wrong here! Mr. Gray was just here.” She tried to explain to him. “No he wasn’t! I’ll
tell you the same thing I gold George! There is no f*****g thing as Mr. Gray!
He doesn’t exist!!!” Paul shouted. Holly began crying and Paul bowed his head
in shame looking down at the floor. Paul looked back up at Holly. “Holly, I’m
sorry I shouted. I guess I just got scared.” He said. Holly whipped the tears
off of her face and looked at him. Then the arm of the monstrous Mr. Gray
reached out from under the bed grabbing Paul by thing ankle. “AHHHHH!” Paul
screamed with pain as the inch long nails of the beast punctured his skin and
blood began oozing out. The animal pulled Paul under while Holly stood in the
doorway screaming with true terror. Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment
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Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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