The Story of Claire
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George was walking home from school when he heard a strange noise in the distance. It was a weird thwapp-thud thud. George looked around for a second to see if he could determine it's source. after a few seconds george laughed to himself, I'm probably just hearing things. George continued his walk home after a few steps the sound rang out again. thwapp-thud thud. George was really starting to get freaked out. this wasn't any normal everyday sound, it sounded hollow and distant as if from another world. George quickened his pace, anxious to get to the safety of his own home. As george was walking quickly home he heard the sound a third time. thwapp-thud thud. this time the sound seemed louder and closer. George broke into a dead sprint his house was only three blocks away. halfway there George heard the sound a fourth time. thwapp-thud thud. George dropped his backpack and ran as hard and fast as he could to his door. he was there in seconds but to george it seemed like hours. he threw open the door ran inside and shut the door. In a matter of seconds it was securly locked behind him. George blew out a sigh of relief as he waited for his breathing to slow. He peered out the window and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. His neighbor was outside mowing the lawn the occasional car drove by everything was normal. George watched and listened for a few more minutes and didn't hear the sound agian.
George once again laughed at himself, it was nothing he thought just my imagination getting carried away with me.
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George unlocked the door and went back outside and calmly walked the half block to retrieve his backpack. He picked it up and returned with out mishap to his house.
as he walked up to his room george heard the sound for the fifth time. thwapp-thud thud. "What the fuck is that george finally said. This time he promised himself he wouldn't be afraid. he threw down his bag again and went into the kitchen to get a knife. what ever the noise was, it was coming from upstairs. George picked a large carving knife up in the kitchen, he smiled with anticipation. George had always been a bit crazy, he liked killing things. He'd often tortured animals with the very knife he held in his hands. cutting off their skin while they were still alive. removing an arm or a leg and watching them slowly bleed to death as they tried to crawl away. George was indeed a very sick little boy. The sound rang out for the sixth time. thwapp-thud thud. It's calling me george thought with a smile it wants me to kill it. george went calmly and slowly up the stairs. as he did so the sound slowly got louder and faster thwapp-thud thud. George took two more steps up thwapp-thud thud one more step thwapp-thud thud thwapp-thud thud thwapp-thud thud thwapp-thud thud. George could barely contain his glee the sound seemed to match the own beating of his heart. Suddenly the smile vanished from George's face as he realized that's what it had been all along his own heart. George let out a long painful scream as he slowly toppled backwards down the stairs. He lay in a bloody heap at the bottom barely alive. With his final breath he looked up to see what had pushed him down the stairs. the last thing george ever said was "You little bitch"
the one that had pushed him down the stairs and somehow lured him to his death with the sound of his own beating heart was his little sister. She stood on the very top step grinning down at him with a sweet innocent smile. She walked down the steps grabbed Georges hand with the knife still clutched tightly in his grip and slit her brothers throat. Goodbye brother she whispered into his ear
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Claire stood up from her brothers body and walked to the phone. She stood there a few minutes until she was able to force herself to cry and sound emotional. Claire picked up the phone and dialed 911. She sobbed into the phone about how she had come home from school and seen someone push her brother down the stairs then slit his throat, steal his wallet and run out the door. They tried to get Claire to stay on the phone until the police and an ambulance arrived but Claire knew better. She dropped the phone without hanging it up and quickly removed her brothers wallet and hid it in under the loose board in the stairs. She had already removed a few valuable items from the upstairs room and checked to make sure they were safely hidden there as well. All was in place so Claire replaced the board and laid over her brothers body forcing herself to cry. The police arrive a few minutes later and removed her from the body so the ambulance could take it to the local hospitals morgue. Claires grandmother was called at heard the terrible news. She quickly rushed home to comfort Claire. Claire and her grandmother spent the rest of the day at home crying together, Claire secretly smiling whenever she got the chance. They retired early that evening both too exhausted to stay awake for long, before they turned in though Claire made her gramma a special drink to help her sleep. Of course gramma drank it all down and was dead the next morning, again the ambulances came and gramma was officially pronounced dead, the cause of death a stroke. And so Claire was put into the custody of her parents again.
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A few days later claire arrived at her parents home. Her parents were overjoyed to see her. They had always hated claires grandmother for taking claire away from them. They spent a few weeks together happily until one day claires mother started asking her about the day her grandmother died.
Claire honey how do you feel about your grammas and brothers deaths? You know you didn’t have anything to do with them right. That they were just accidents
Mommy I love that they died now I can be with you all the time. I hated gramma for taking me away from you. It was no accident though mommy I killed gramma and george so I could be with you.
Claire's mother suddenly went ice cold. What did you say claire.
I killed them for you mommy.
Claire's mother started slowly backing away repeating to herself. No, no, no, no.
But mommy I killed them for you, so we could be together. Mommy whats wrong don’t you love me anymore. I killed them for you mommy.
Claire's mom reached for the phone saying. No dear I still love you. But you’ve done a very naughty thing. Just let me make a phone call and then everything will be ok.
Mommy no don’t call. Don’t you love me. I killed them for you mommy. Don’t send me away. Please mommy I killed them for you. Mommy put down the phone you aren’t going to send me away. Mommy I killed them for you.
Claire suddenly became violent. She threw down her doll and grabbed a kitchen knife. Mommy I killed them for you put the phone down. Claires mom just continued to try and call the police.
Claire stabbed her mommy 53 times that day. And wrote, it was for you mommy in her own blood 103 times before she finally died from her own self inflicted stab wound. When her father came home from work that day he went insane from what he saw there in the house. He just sits in a chair all day and stares. Every now and again he will throw a fit and point at the walls and scream for hours, eventually though he becomes quiet again. Curling into a little ball and mumbling over and over “it was for you mommy”
THE END
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Last updated 7-27-99