That fatal moment

I am scarred for life

The fatal moment

 

I have been irreversably scarred for life. Nothing could have prepared me for the life-altering incident that took place on that fatal night.

 

“Make open the door, Hennie! I don’t know why I always got to do everything. I do even clean up your stinky socks without a single ‘thank you’!” These were the shrill comments I heard coming from the petite, pink house on the hill. My father had organised for me to babysit the Pieterse’s grandson, Johannes, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, as I had never met them before. While I was still lost in thought, a skinny, curly-haired old man opened the door.  As we were exchanging introductions, the tallest, plumpest woman I had ever seen, walked into the messy living room. I couldn’t help but wonder why a woman of her advanced years would decide to have spiky, pink hair. How incredibly ill-suited the old couple were, I thought.

 

“Hello, Shnoekims. Johannes is sleeping at the time right now. Me and Hennie will be out quite late and Johannes will probably get awake now now, then you can make tea for him…ag no man, Hennie! You can’t wear that…wait, I also get dressed now, so just sit somewhere, Girlie…” Old Mrs Pieterse wobbled down the corridor with Mr Pieterse trailing closely behind her. The whole house seemed to shake as she swayed her hips vivaciously, almost resembling a baby hippo. I was concerned for Mr Pieterse’s safety, because if his wife were to stop suddenly he would be engulfed by her large posterior and not even a skilled search party would find him again.

 

The house smelt funny. It smelt like feet, chicken, bum and…I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. The atmosphere was very ominous and I would not have been surprised if a ghost or vampire drifted past me. What was that smell? The smell of death, perhaps? This was going to be a long night. “Girlie! Cooeee…Shnoekims! Come here. Make quick.” I wasn’t sure, but I assumed that Mrs Pieterse was calling me, so I decided to go and see what was wrong. Besides, anything was better then standing alone in the scary living-room any longer.

 

It was at this point that my life changed forever. I still feel ill just thinking about it. “Were you calling me…” I asked as I walked through her open bedroom door. I wish that I could have ripped my eyes from their sockets. What I saw would have killed a weaker person. Standing in front of me was old Mrs Pieterse; her huge, naked, wobbly body jiggling around as she tried to reach something in her cupboard.

 

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[Twilight]

The language is quite colloquial, really. You know, conversational? It certainly fits the crieria for my Contest, and I don't know why there have been no other reviews, so far? Anyway, thanks for entering this in my Contest!