|The Dumb Cluck (standard:horror, 1118 words)|
|Author: hvysmker||Added: Dec 25 2003||Views/Reads: 2524/1544||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A Burgler gets a Surprise While Robbing a Home|
Johnny sat, idly stirring his coffee, and listening to Julie complain. “You promised, Johnny. Can't you ever keep your promises? You told me we were going to Las Vegas. Commmeeonne Honey.” Having little recourse he finally told her, “Ok. OK,OK. I'll get the money somehow.” Julie left to wait on a customer and Johnny got up and left the restaurant. “Where can I get enough for a trip like that?” He thought. She was not only a good piece, but her parents had money. He didn't want to screw it up. Johnny was your typical badass bully. He had bullied the other kids in grade school. Moving up to high school let him branch out into intimidating the other kids for their lunch money and allowances. He used to pinch the girls on the ass just to make their boy friends back down. After quitting school, he had accumulated quite a little police record. Everything from assault to burglary. Now he had a chance to marry one of the richest girls in town. He didn't want to screw it up for something like this. “Maybe I could rip off those old ladies?” He asked himself, getting into his old Chevie. He had been watching their house occasionally for the past month or so. The two old women were rumored to have a lot of cash salted away. It had been a joke in high school. He had noticed that they both left their old house almost every night at around eight pm. He checked his glove compartment and made sure his large screwdriver was there. It was going on seven thirty now. If he hurried he might catch them leaving. The young man ran two red lights and damn near broadsided an old man at the intersection of Maple and Main. Laughing at the man's face, he pulled up down the block on Adams. True to form, the two old ladies left their house, dressed in dark outfits, and made their way to the two year old Ford they drove. One of them was limping badly. “Christ, their about to drop dead now. They don't have any use for that cash, I'll be doin' them a favor by relieving them of it.” The two old women got into the car and drove away. Johnny started his car and drove around behind the old, unpainted, house. Getting out, he pocketed his screwdriver and crept up to the building. “Might as well try the windows first.” He thought, and started going down the line. All of them seemed locked. He passed the third window and heard a squeaking behind him. With his back against the house, he waited. When he felt safe, he walked back and found the third window open an inch. Shrugging, the sneak thief raised the window and stuck his head in. Seeing and hearing no one, he hoisted himself in over the sill. Finding himself in the kitchen, he stopped for a minute to listen and get a feel for the place. As he walked toward a doorway, he felt something pecking at his ankle. Johnny looked down and was surprised to see a large rooster, pecking at his leg and flapping it's wings, “Christ, who keeps a chicken in their kitchen?” He asked himself as he grabbed it by the neck and picked it up. The rooster started squawking and a wild flapping, which Johnny cut off in mid squawk, by wringing it's scrawny neck. With a shake of his head, he proceeded to the doorway and found himself in a long hallway, decorated with wallpaper featuring little kittens playing with yarn. There were closed doors on both sides of the hallway. He tried them and found them locked, that is until he reached the last, which was open. He found himself in a sort of dining room. There was a long wooden table in the center of the room, with a hot plate on it. A large kettle was simmering on the hot utensil. The room itself was suffused Click here to read the rest of this story (54 more lines)
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