Figurine (standard:horror, 1396 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Aug 11 2008	Views/Reads: 3180/2030	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This ornament lives up to the term: 'Cheap and nasty'.

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There was nobody to raise a concern about Gerard's whereabouts, so for
three years he lay beneath the scorched duvet until a drug addicted 
youth decided to break in. He did not find much of interest. He didn't 
even find the figurine, but as he had found it easy to enter, and had 
never seen anybody coming or going, the place became a squat for him 
and his friends. The local neighbourhood watch knew of this, did not 
like their community interfered with by criminals, so kicked up enough 
of a fuss with the authorities to have them moved. So after the house 
had been cleared, it became boarded up, and the figure lay at the 
bottom of somebody's cardboard box, full of useless equipment that 
could barely be given away, in a garage occupied by furniture and 
general fourth and fifth hand goods. The person responsible for the 
garage and everything inside it was a car boot sale veteran. Every week 
he would sell his junk at a few markets, and earn quite a substantial 
profit. The day came when the box was lifted into the back of a van and 
driven, at 5:30am to the market.  Even though he'd been doing it for 
years, he still had to arrive early to stop his place being claimed for 
that week. This week, he took with him his ex-wife's son, whom she had 
had before she met him. At sixteen years old, he seemed to enjoy it, 
and would perhaps one day take over the mantle. 

Arriving at the market, they were setting up when the boy lifted out the
box containing the figure, and accidentally spilled everything into the 
back of the van. He gathered them back, but missed the ornament, and 
walked across to their pitch. Hours later, when the market was in full 
swing, customers crowding around stalls to see what was on sale, the 
man decided that a deckchair that he had left in the garage might sell, 
so he left responsibility with the boy, and crossed to the van. He saw 
that the back door was open, and was about to close it when he saw the 
figurine lying next to an old tyre. He reached in and took it, then 
closed the door. He turned and called across to the boy and showed him 
the ornament, making a throwing gesture for him to catch it. He threw 
it underarm, and the boy reached out to catch it. It hit the back of 
his left hand, and spun to the floor, smashing apart. Everybody in the 
market stopped and looked around when they heard an ear-splitting 
scream. 


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