Jennifer had a job to do. While her closest friends were vacationing
during the start of the summer, she was searching for temporary work. She was
thrilled to receive a call this morning by a woman who responded to Jennifer’s
online posting for babysitting work. Jennifer agreed eagerly and told the woman
about her experience. The woman was satisfied and provided Jennifer the address
and time she was to be expected. She collected the belongings she would need
for the night: purse, phone, and a book. Shadow, the family dog, ran up to her
as she opened the front door. She nuzzled his head affectionately as he looked
up with gloomy eyes.
“I’ll be back, don’t worry,” she said kindly. Jennifer departed
the two story home and left Shadow to glare at the closed door. Jennifer was
oblivious to what the night would bring as she drove in the direction of the
countryside. It was a peaceful area; different from the city life. Homes were
miles away from each other which provided neighbors seclusion. Farmland was
plentiful and cows and horses grazed the pastures.
The residence stood on four acres of land. It was a two
story country home. The exterior was white, the window shutters a dark red. On
the porch were two blue wicker chairs and a small table. The sound of crickets
called as night drew near. Jennifer parked her car in the driveway, clutched
her purse on the passenger seat, and got out of the car. She sauntered up the footpath
to the porch and pressed the buzzer. Voices were heard and an unfamiliar sound.
The handle turned and the door opened. A tall man in a black suit stood in the
entryway. His salt and pepper hair neatly groomed. His dark eyes observed her with
interest. He beamed and extended his hand.
“Jennifer, how nice of you to come on short notice,” he said
while he shook her hand. “My name is Charles. You already spoke with my wife over
the phone. Please, come inside.” He stepped aside to let her pass through and
closed the door.
“Make yourself
comfortable.” He followed her into the living room and waved a hand toward the
couch. He sat on the chair to the left of her. His eyes studied her for so long
that she felt uneasy. She looked down at her hands clenched together in her
lap. She cleared her throat.
“Tell me about your little boy,” she said, her eyes found
his.
Charles grinned. “His name is Adam. He’s intelligent for a
boy his age. The top of his class. He can be…different.”
“What do you mean by different?”
Charles was deep in thought before answering. “He has pursuits
many of the boys his age don’t share. Adam finds it challenging to retain friendships.
Cecil and I are working to modify that, but feel he favors solitude most of the
time.”
Jennifer wondered about what interests, but she did not want
to pry too deeply.
“Do not fret. You should get along fine with him,” Charles
said, reading her thoughts.
“Oh, I’m not worried. I’m great with children.”
“Well then.” He smiled. “Ah, here they come.” He stood as
footsteps descended the stairs. Jennifer mirrored his action. Cecil wore a black
dress and her blond hair was pinned up. They must be going someplace nice. Adam
followed her from behind in his blue pajamas.
“Jennifer, nice to meet you. I’m Cecil. Thank you for
coming.”
Jennifer shook her hand. “It’s no problem at all. I was
looking for summer work. As I mentioned on the phone with you I have been
babysitting for two years now. Since I was fifteen. This must be your little
boy.”
Jennifer bends down to his level. He stood still. His hands
folded in front of him. He looked up at her curiously. There was something about
him. Jennifer couldn’t figure it out. His eyes were empty and black. His facial
features void of emotion. Yet, she smiled at him.
“Hi, my name is Jennifer. What is your name?” She knew his
name, but was being friendly.
He did not answer, but continued to stare her in the eyes
with a deadpan look.
“He is bashful around new people, but don’t worry. He won’t
be much trouble. He will entertain himself up in his room. He has many pastimes
for a ten-year-old. Don’t you, Adam?”
The little boy nodded his head, not once taking his eyes off
Jennifer. “I’d like to see some of your hobbies if you don’t mind sharing
them,” she said, trying to lighten his mood.
“He would have no problem sharing them, right Adam?” Charles
stood next to him. His hand rested on the boy’s shoulder and squeezed gently.
Adam looked up at his father and a faint smile formed on his lips.
“Looks like we are in agreement.” Charles was pleased.
“Do your parents know where you are babysitting tonight?
Cecil asked.
Jennifer looked from the boy to his mother, alarmed by the
question. “Um, not really. They went to Florida for three weeks and this was
short notice. I haven’t talked with them. Is that a problem?”
Cecil was quick to assure her. “Oh, heavens no. It was more
a last minute thought.” She glanced at her spouse. Charles gave a slight nod. “We
had better get going. I’m not sure how long we will be gone. These company parties
can last for hours. I left a number where we can be reached on the fridge.”
“Thank you.”
Charles took his wife by the arm as they walked toward the
door. They left.
The boy had not moved.
“Looks like it’s just me and you, kiddo.”
“Don’t call me that,” he sneered.
Jennifer frowned. “I’m sorry, did not mean to offend.”
Adam laughed mischievously. “It won’t matter later.” He
turned and sprinted up the stairs, ignoring her when she asked what he meant by
that. A door shuts.
She slumped onto the couch with a sigh. Adam would come
down when he was ready, she would not force him. Children typically got along
with her well. She knew how to handle them. It really wasn’t that complicated,
but Adam was not making it easy for her. There was, of course, the likelihood
Adam was not used to being away from his parents and was taking it out on her.
That was fine, he could stay up there as long as he wanted.
Rather than sit here and be bored stiff all night,
Jennifer’s next alternative was to grab the book from her purse, lie back, and
read. She soon lost interest and dropped the book on the floor next to her.
Some exploring might help. She got up, walked to the stairs, and looked up.
Nothing. Complete silence. Jennifer was about to climb the first step, then
retracted. No, she wouldn’t bother him. Not yet.
There was a padlocked door across from the kitchen area that
leads to the basement. Very odd. Perhaps it was placed to ward off the
curiosity of Adam. It would be tragic if he were too tumble down the stairs
while going unsupervised. Jennifer did not think anything else of it and moved
on.
The kitchen was large, spotless. She found the cabinet with
glasses then opened the fridge, and saw the note with a number hurriedly
scribbled. She certainly had her pick: orange and apple juice, coke, milk, tea
in a pitcher, and Cool-Aid. She made her choice and poured the can of coke into
her glass. It was emptied a minute after, and she was refreshed.
The family did not have a television in the living room.
Everyone she knew had one. She was disappointed. One would have been nice to
occupy her time, but she would have to make do. The fireplace was pleasant, but
wasn’t the weather to light a fire. She abruptly wished it was winter.
Back onto the couch
she went. Jennifer lounged on her back and surveyed the circular patterns on
the ceiling. She sighed. I really should check on him. Charles did tell
me he would entertain himself, so she wasn’t too concerned. She was, however,
bored.
When she arrived on the second floor, she came upon Adam’s
room. Something told her not to go in, to go back down the stairs. No, better
yet, to run from the house while she still could. She disregarded the inner
voice of her mind and the goosebumps on her arms. Was that giggling she heard from
within? Yes, but not a playful one. It was evil, cruel.
An odor was seeping through the cracks of his door. She
could not describe the smell, but it was not pleasant. It was enough to make
her question the source. Jennifer knocked lightly a few times. When she got no response
she tried again with more force. Nothing.
“Adam, what are you doing in there?” She pressed her ear
against the wood, straining to hear anything. “I’m coming in.”
Hesitantly, she turned the handle and slowly pushed the door
open. It creaked as if it protested her presence. The room was dark except for
the light of the moon outside the window. But the first thing she noticed as
she stepped into the dark was the overwhelming stench. Much worse now than
before. Adam was nowhere in sight.
Her hand covered her mouth. It took everything she had not
to puke up her dinner right there on the floor. She staggered forward. Her eyes
surveyed the area, but could not locate where the odor was coming from since it
filled the entire space. Tears clouded her vision as if she had cut an onion.
Her hand wiped them away, but did not alleviate the sting in her eyes.
The bed was made up, but at a second glance Jennifer saw the
bulge under the comforter. There was no movement. It could be a pillow or
stuffed animal, except the shape ended an inch from the foot board. It may be…
“Adam?”
It was no surprise that all remained silent. She choked from
the smell again, growing stronger with each small step she took. But, her
bravery had grown, and soon Jennifer was standing beside the bed looking down
at the mystery before her.
Her arm reluctantly reached out. She clutched the comforter,
but could not bring herself to expose the odor that dominated the small room.
It only seemed reasonable that she had found the source. She took a second to
prepare herself and swiftly threw back the blanket. She recoiled suddenly,
horrified.
The face was
distorted from decomposition. The cheekbones and eye sockets were hollow. The
lips were flaking and spread apart and escaping them were little white organisms.
They slithered their slimy bodies out of the mouth and crawled along the rest
of the face, feeding. Its hair had fallen out in clumps around the head.
The rest of the body was a greenish-blue. Fluids stained the
sheet underneath the corpse. The arms rested stiffly on the sides of the torso.
The breasts were sunken and hard. The stomach was bloated and swollen with
patches of skin that had cracked and busted open from pressure of internal
gasses. The sight was grotesque.
Jennifer turned and bolted from the room.
“Hey!” someone called after her.
“Hey!”
Jennifer stirred. Someone called out again. Her breathing
was quick, she was sweating profusely. It took a moment to become consciously
aware of her surroundings. The fireplace came into view, the chair across the
room, and then Adam standing there beside her. She wiped the sleep from her
weary eyes.
“You were screaming,” Adam said.
Jennifer sat up. “I must have dozed off.”
“Did you have a nightmare?”
“Yeah.”
Adam smiled happily. “You know, it may have been trying to
tell you something. Dreams are weird like that.”
“I hope not. It was very…disturbing.” She shudders as if
cold.
“What was it about?” Adam was eager to know more.
Jennifer shakes her head. “You’re too young to know.”
Adam frowned at this and crossed his arms. “You’d be
surprised with all the things I know.”
“Why don’t you tell me? I want to know more about you.”
“Not yet. But you will find out soon.”
Jennifer doesn’t question further. She’s still groggy from
her nap, and wondered about the nightmare. The last time she had a nightmare
she was a little girl, then has one here of all places? And, Adam seemed
pleased by it. She did not find this comforting.
“Nice to see you decided to come downstairs.”
“I heard you scream,” Adam smirked.
“What would you like to do?” Jennifer looked at Adam. “Do
you have a television in your room?”
Adam shook his head. “My dad told me TV will rot my brain.”
The image of the corpse filled her mind; maggots ate the
decayed flesh. She shook it away.
“Then what do you do for fun?”
“I like to draw things and play with dolls. Want to see?”
“Sure, I’d love that.”
She stood from the couch and Adam grabbed her hand, pulling
her along. “Come up to my room.”
His room was nothing like her dream. The bed was unmade, no
corpse. The light was on. There was a shelf against the wall with a collection
of action figures; spider-man, batman, the joker, and wonder woman. There were
more, but those were the ones she recognized and they were all neatly lined and
organized. The whole room, in fact, was clean for a ten-year-old. She was
impressed.
Adam pulled a notebook out of the top drawer of his dresser
and handed it to Jennifer. He watched as she sat on the bed and opened the
first page. The drawing was of a small house in red crayon, a yellow sun, and
three stick figures holding hands. Another was of a heart and inside was
written I love Mommy and Daddy. As she continued to flip through the pages, the
drawings changed to sinister images: Stick figures holding knives, headless
bodies on the ground, blood raining from the sky, a car running someone over.
The last page worried her even more because she had already seen it. There was
a picture of a door in red and a lock was on the door handle. On the door in
black letters he had written Stay Out. What was going on down there? She closed
the book.
Adam prompted her for information. “Did you like my
drawings? Some of them took forever to finish.”
“I have to be honest, some were creepy. What caused those
ideas?”
Adam shrugged. “Whatever comes into my head, I draw.”
Jennifer hugged her knees to her chest.
“Have your parents seen your drawings?”
“Yeah, they want me to draw more. My dad said my drawings
were creative and if I kept it up I can be a real artist when I grow up,” he
said proudly.
“What did the drawing of the door mean?” She asked, but
wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
He smiled. “That’s the door to our basement. We play down
there at times.”
“We? As in with your parents?”
He nodded. “I have learned much from my mom and dad.”
“What do they teach you?”
“Things school doesn’t teach me.”
Jennifer wasn’t done yet. “What do you play in the
basement?”
“I forgot the name of the game, but it
is fun. I’m not allowed down there unless my parents are here. Oh, let me show
you my dolls.”
Jennifer dropped the subject for now.
There has to be a key somewhere. She was determined to find out the
significance of that drawing. She did not know why, but she had to know.
Something was amiss, and Adam was not going to disclose any information. A
sneak into the parents’ bedroom to have a look around could turn up the key.
She could give that a shot.
Adam got bored with showing her the
dolls and suggested they do something different.
“Do you have any games to play?”
His face turned serious. “Yes, many games.”
“Great, why don’t we
play one? If I don’t know the game you can teach me. How does that sound?”
Jennifer said.
“Okay, let’s play Hide-and-Seek.”
“Oh, I like that game!”
The boy nodded his head. “I want to be the seeker first.”
“I used to play when I was your age.”
“It’s my favorite,” he said.
“Don’t we need more people?”
“All you need is two,” Adam said.
“I’m really good at hiding, you may not find me,” She
chuckled.
Adam laughed. “I will
find you.”
Jennifer laughed with him. “Oh, Really? We will see.”
“Rules are no hiding downstairs. I will count to ten. You go
hide.” Adam turned around and began his count. “One…two…three…”
There were three other bedrooms and a bathroom in the
hallway. She chose the biggest bedroom on a hunch that it was his parent’s
room. She tried the nightstand first, quickly rummaging through the contents.
Nothing but a few magazines and some prescription bottles. A look in the other
stand on the opposite side of the bed turned up no luck.
She could think of a few places she would keep a key if it
was important: her purse (quite possible Cecil had the key with her), on a key
rack by the door, though she did not remember seeing one, or perhaps in a
jewelry box. Jennifer kept a key she rarely needed that opens the outside shed
in her backyard in a little porcelain box on her dresser.
Jennifer made her way to the vanity across the room. She
caught her reflection in the large mirror: her eyes were puffy, her brown hair
could use a brushing, but she wasn’t bothered by that at the moment. On the
vanity there were numerous perfumes, a basket of make-up, a brush, and a wooden
jewelry box. She opened the box hastily, but was disappointed when there was no
key.
“I’m coming for you!”
Adam called from the hallway. She could tell he was close,
probably in the next room. She shuts the lid. Jennifer glanced around the room
in search of a hiding spot. Only two choices: walk-in closet or under the bed.
She had a small frame, but the bed was so low to the ground even she would not
fit underneath.
She opened the closet as quietly as she could, got in, and
closed it behind her. She sat on the floor, sitting on a bunch of shoes in the
process.
There was a black duffel bag in the corner a few feet from
her. It was opened. Had it not been for the silver sticking out she would not
have noticed it. She grabbed at the bag, and pulled it toward her. She dared
not touch the handle of the gun, having never been so close to one. Looking
deeper into the bag there was a combination of knives in varying lengths, a
white cloth, a small bottle with liquid inside, a hammer, rope, and duct tape.
There was a small side pocket. After opening the zipper, she reached inside and
felt something small, metal like. Jennifer brought it up. It was a key.
She said a silent prayer that it was the right one, and
stuffed it into the pocket of her jeans. She pushed the bag back into the
corner and sat silently. What was with all the knives and a gun? Extra security
if someone broke in? She doubted it. It certainly was not the best place to
keep something of that nature with a young boy around that might get curious
and find it. The contents in the bag had made her feel uneasy. Something was
not quite right.
She heard light footsteps on the hardwood floor and knew
Adam was in the room. She peered through the slits of the closet and could see
him on his knees looking under the bed. He stood up and faced the closet door.
He laughed gleefully and pointed his finger her way.
“Oh where, oh where could you be? Are you in there?” He
said, mockingly.
He ran to the closet and quickly opened the door. He clapped
his hands and jumped up and down excitedly upon finding her.
“Told you I’d find you!” He said.
Jennifer exited the closet. “You are very good, you found me
quick.”
“Now I go hide,” he said.
“Actually, it may be your bedtime now. Why don’t we go and
I’ll tuck you in?”
Adam frowned. “I’m not tired yet, let’s play more.”
“Your parents would kill me if they came home and you were
still awake.”
“They wouldn’t kill you,” he said straightforwardly, “at
least not right away.”
“What are you talking about?” Jennifer did not like how he
had said that.
He just shrugged and said, “I was just joking with you.”
She was not entirely convinced. “Are you going to give me
trouble, or are you coming to bed?” She asked him.
He sighed heavily. “Well, if I must.”
She shut the door to Adam’s room after putting him to bed
and descended the stairs. Of course, he could have stayed up longer, but she
had hidden intentions. She briefly thought that she may be putting her nose where
it didn’t belong, but her instincts told her something was going on because of
the way Adam was very vague about the basement and what kind of game went on
down there and the drawing of the door. She could justify her actions by the
fact that what if she didn’t investigate and something were to happen later and
she could have done something about it?
So there she stood in front of the basement door. The only
difference between the picture and this real door was there was not a sign
warning her to stay out. Even if there was one, she would likely have ignored it
because that would have pique her interest even more.
She reached inside her pocket and took the key out. She
gripped the padlock and pushed the key into the lock and turned it to the left.
The lock actually opened and she was relieved. She took the lock off and placed
it on the floor by the door before opening it. She found the light on the right
side of the wall and turned it on. She was nervous at what she would find-no,
scared was more like it-so she stood there in the doorway for a minute. Finally,
having the courage, she made her way down the steps.
Jennifer reached the bottom and looked around. It was a
large basement and looked like any other basement. She saw boxes stacked up to
the right of her. She figured The Millers used the area for storage because
other than that it was bare. She walked over to the boxes and looked inside
some of them. Nothing unusual. They contained clothes, toys, some books. To the
right of where she stood at the far corner was a washer and dryer and next to
that on the other side was a furnace.
Nothing was down here that she could see, so why the use of
a key and why did Adam not want to talk to her more about it? She started to
feel like an idiot snooping around in a stranger’s basement and decided it was
enough. As she made her way up the first couple of steps to leave, she heard a
faint noise. She stopped dead in her tracks and listened. There it was again.
It sounded like sniffling or a sob and it was coming from the right of the
stairs. Somewhere far back where she hadn’t been. The single light of the basement
wasn’t enough to brighten the whole area, so some places were darker and she
couldn’t really see much when she cocked her head to look that way.
She cautiously moved toward the sound to the right and
passed the stairwell. Her sneakers were moving slowly. Her eyes looked about the
somewhat dim area, but saw nothing…at first. At the far corner of the basement
there was something hanging from the ceiling. As Jennifer got closer, she
realized it was a body.
She let out a gasp of horror and almost turned to bolt up
the stairs until she heard a voice.
“Please, help.” The voice was barely audible.
She slowly walked toward it and stood in front of the
figure. Then, realized it was a woman. Her arms were high above her head and
tied together by a rope that rose up to the ceiling and was attached to a hook.
The woman’s toes were touching the hard concrete floor.
It was difficult to make out much of the woman’s face because
it was battered and bloody. Her long blond hair was red with blood. Her head
was down with her chin touching her chest where she only had a bra on. The
woman had cuts along her chest. Her stomach was bloody and Jennifer saw that
something was carved there. Someone had taken a knife and sliced the word trash
into her. She had no pants on only underwear.
Jennifer cried, “What’s your name?”
The woman raised her head slightly to look at her, then fell
forward weakly. “Amber, please help,” she managed to say. Her breathing was
labored and her nose was running. She sniffed.
“Don’t worry I’m getting you out of here.” Jennifer said.
“How long have you been here?”
“I d-don’t k-know,” the woman stuttered, “m-maybe five
days.”
Jennifer didn’t see anything around her that could cut the
woman down. She would have to go upstairs. She quickly devised a plan in her
head. Since Adam was asleep and the parents were gone, it shouldn’t be
difficult to get her up the stairs, out of the house, and into her car. Only
then would she call the police.
The woman began thrashing her body around with what little
energy she had left and tried to free her arms. “Get me out of here! Please
God! They’re crazy!”
“Quiet! No one knows I’m down here. I will get you out, but
you’ve got to stay silent. Listen. I need to go find scissors or a knife to cut
you down. I’m going to leave you for a second, but I promise I will be back.”
Amber stopped struggling, but only because she was too weak
to continue.
“I can’t feel my arms,” the woman groaned. Her head dropped
and she was silent. She had passed out.
Jennifer had no chance to turn around when someone seized
her around the waist from behind. A slightly damp cloth covered her nose and
mouth. She inhaled a pungent, sweet smell. She writhed to get loose from the
grip, but whoever was too strong. Her limbs weakened. She felt consciousness
slipping away and heard a whisper in her ear, “There, there, good girl.” Then,
all was black.
“She is waking up,” someone said.
“Let the party begin,” spoke another.
Jennifer’s eyes slowly opened. She was still in the basement
seated in a chair. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back. The rope
circled her torso and around the chair. She could not move. She caught sight of
movement to the right of her. Three people were standing there looking at her.
“Welcome back.” Charles said. He smiled at her. “I see you
have found our secret.” He held up a key for her to see then put it in his
pocket.
Jennifer winced from the pain in her head. She felt dizzy.
“What did you give me?” She grumbled
Charles chuckled. “That is the least of your worries right
now, don’t you think?”
“Why?” It was all she could manage.
Cecil laughed like she was among friends. “Darling, we
don’t need a reason. That is the whole fun of it!” She walked over to Jennifer.
She was still wearing her dress. Her hand stroked Jennifer’s head. “No tears,
dear.” She spoke in a calm, reassuring voice. “It will be over soon.”
Adam stood next to the hanging woman
who still seemed to be passed out. But, his cold eyes were on Jennifer. There
was nothing child-like about him. He was pure…evil. She could feel it drifting
in the air, and she shivered.
“Daddy is very upset with me,” Adam
told her. “He said I was careless for allowing you to hide in their room. You
weren’t supposed to find the key.”
“All is forgiven. You are still
learning, and your skill will only grow with time.”
Adam beamed at his father. “I want to
play some more.”
“You are insatiable,” Cecil told her
son. “What do you think, Charles?”
Charles walked over to a black bag
sitting on a chair. Jennifer recognized it immediately and knew what was in
there. She began squirming in her chair, but that only made the rope dig into
her arms more. He took out a large, shiny knife.
“I say let him have fun.” Charles
handed the knife to Adam, patted him on the head, and took a seat next to his
wife.
Jennifer understood now. His parents
were going to watch while Adam used his new toy on the woman. These were the
games that they played down here. This is what they taught their son to do. She
felt sick and panic began to rise as she realized that she may not leave here
alive. She hadn’t told anybody about this job. No one will know where she is.
“You don’t have to do this,” she tried
reasoning with them. “No one knows I’m here. Just let me go and I won’t say
anything.”
Cecil laughed. “I’m afraid we cannot
do that, dear.”
“And, unfortunately, we don’t believe
you,” Charles said.
Jennifer was crying loudly now.
“Please, I promise.”
“Hush, girl. The show is beginning,”
Cecil scolded her.
Adam took the knife and began making
small cuts on the woman’s legs. He was in deep concentration. No emotion on his
face. He dragged the tip up and down both her thighs. The woman began moaning
and then a cry escaped her as she thrashed to be free. But, Adam did not stop,
and traveled up to her abdomen where he continued his assault.
His parents were clapping and cheering
him on. They would tell him cut here, or cut there. Do it deeper. Make her feel
it. They praised him on how good he was getting with the knife, and this seemed
to excite Adam. So, he’d plunge deeper and deeper. There was no sorrow or
remorse. The woman’s screams went unnoticed and so did Jennifer’s pleas to
stop. At the final plunge, the woman was lifeless.
Adam stepped back, admiring his work.
He seemed please, and turned to look at his parents sitting behind him.
“Look what I did, daddy!”
“Ah, first kill. I remember my first.
I felt so high, “Charles recalled.
“We’re so proud of you,” Cecil said
happily.
“Let’s celebrate and go for a second.
Shall we?” Charles and Cecil looked toward Jennifer. She was hysterical at this
point, her whole body shaking from sobs.
“You guys are crazy!” She screamed.
“That is hurtful,” Cecil mocked.
“You won’t get away with this! You’re
monsters!”
They just laughed at her. Adam stood
there, his face unreadable. She pleaded with her eyes. When he raised the
bloody knife, she squeezed her eyes shut. He brought the knife down again and
again.
“It is quite a shame.” Cecil said
while staring at the house. “I loved this house.”
They sat in the car. Charles was in
the driver seat with Cecil beside him. Adam was sitting in the back, sleeping.
Charles glanced at his wife. “You know
we can’t stay.”
Cecil sighed. “I know.”
“Someone will come looking for the
owners eventually.”
Cecil nodded. She looked back at her
son and smiled.
Charles started the car. “Let's go
home.” He winked.
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