I high pitched voice echoed from outside, “It’s Boo!”
I thought for a moment and then came to the conclusion that I did not know anyone by such a name. “Boo who?” I inquired.
“Whatcha cryin’ for?” the voice questioned.
What a remarkable question. Why was I crying? A moment ago I was delightfully indulging in American reality television, and next, I was vocally crying out boo hoo. I flung the door open as my curiosity got the better of me. Before me stood a young lad, roughly of the 5-year-old variety. “Who are you?” I inquired once more.
“Hutch!” The child gleefully replied.
Again, I’ve never heard of such a name. “Hutch who?” I impatiently asked.
“Bless you!” he said in such a way as if he knew the sneeze was coming. There was something horrifyingly off about the situation.
“Please! Tell me who you are!”
“Armaggedon,” he chuckled.
What was this child getting at? His response gave me a chill as I uttered, “Armageddon who?”
“Armaggedon outta’ here!” As soon as the child answered, he began running off into the distance while emitting an unsettling giggle.
I was left completely immobile as I attempted to comprehend the situation. The child seemed to compel me to vocalize actions and thoughts without my consent. He forced me to cry, to sneeze, to recite an incomplete sentence. I had no control over his sorcery. I closed the door and bolted it shut. I wearily made my way back to the sofa as I tried to free my mind from the trickery of what was almost certainly a demon spawn of some sort.
I gripped my chest as my heart skipped a beat. I looked back to the door in horror. “Wh-Who’s th-th-there?”
“No thanks, I prefer peanuts.” An animated cackle reverberated through the house.
The demon’s presence weighed heavily on me. I could feel my soul slowly slipping away from me. “Get out!” I screamed. “Get away from me you demon bitch!” I cried. Silence followed my uproar.
I had finally warded off the demon sorcerer. Or though I was lead to believe…
Dun, Dun, Dunnn, or something. The End.
Oh, and it's my 100th post! Woo!