Spooky Scary Saturday Post
By Tim Schwab
There once was a young boy named Jim. As a young boy Jim LOVED puppets, he was obsessed with them. He had at least 100 finger puppets, 15 hand puppets, and 20 string puppets (It's worth mentioning that he had a string puppet named Christian but he had to throw it away because it got tangled in strings). On Jim's birthday his grandfather gave him a ventriloquist puppet. The puppet was disgusting, it was about 20 years old and its paint was fading. The thing had splotches of mold growing on it and its clothes were torn to shreds. However the worst part about it was its face. It had a hideous smile that deeply disturbed Jim, and glass eyes that seemed to follow him wherever he went. Even Jim didn't seem to like the puppet it was just so... unsettling. Knowing it would be rude to refuse the gift Jim took the puppet and thanked his grandpa. That night Jim put the puppet in his closet with the rest of his puppets. Afterwards Jim turned off the lights and drifted off to sleep. That night Jim had nightmares, all he could see was the terrible puppet looking at him and smiling. Jim was surrounded by a horrible laughter that never stopped. He pleaded with the puppet to stop but it just kept staring at him with those dead, glass eyes. SCREECH Jim woke with a start, he glanced at the clock it was a little after midnight. He closed his eyes and was about drift off to sleep when he heard scratching in his closet. SCREECH,SCREECH,SCREECH. Jim froze. The scratching turned to banging, and then he heard a voice. It was quiet at first and he couldn't manage to make out the words. "Jim" said the voice now screaming."Let me out of here or you'll regret it!" Jim froze not daring to move."Don't be scared" said the voice in a more gentle manner, "I just want to play". Jim didn't move. "God d--- it Jim, Let me out of here or I'm going to kill you!" Jim sat up and ran out of his room as fast as he could. He ran to his parents room crying and screaming. He told his parents that he had had a nightmare. His parents allowed him sleep in their bed for the rest of the night so he would feel safer. The next morning Jim got out of his parents bed and went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. "How are you feeling?" asked his mom in a gentle voice. "Fine" replied Jim. After breakfast Jim went to his room to get dressed. When he entered he stopped dead in his tracks. The closet door was wide open and there were scratch marks all over his room. Jim turned his head slowly and noticed a small, ugly figure sitting on his bed with a hideous grin. Jim bolted out of his room screaming as tears rushed down his face. "Oh my gosh, what's wrong?" exclaimed his mother. Jim pointed to his room. His mom carefully walked into the room. "JIM!" yelled his mom at the top of her lungs. "Yes" said Jim quietly. "GET IN HERE NOW!" Jim hesitantly walked into his room. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR ROOM! WE HAVE TO PAINT THE WHOLE THING OVER AGAIN!" Jim looked at his mom and replied "It wasn't me. It was him." Jim pointed to the puppet that sat on his bed. "DON'T LIE TO ME!" screamed his mom. "DO I LOOK LIKE I WAS BORN YESTERDAY." With that his mom stormed out of his room, probably to think of a fair punishment. That night Jim pleaded with his mother to let him sleep in her room. "Please mom I'm afraid of the puppet." Cried Jim. "Jim the puppet's not going to hurt you, now please, please go to bed." Jim reluctantly walked into his room and laid in bed. Jim tried to stay awake but his body betrayed him and his eyes became heavy and he fell asleep. His dreams tonight were much worse than they were before. Tonight the puppet was as tall as Jim. The entire landscape had a blood red tint to it. The puppet was grinning holding a knife singing "You didn't let me out, Now you're gonna pay, You didn't let me out, Now you're gonna pay, You didn't let me out, Now you're gonna pay..." Then Jim woke up. When his eyes opened he was mortified the puppet was laying right next to him making eye contact. The puppet let out a horrifying laugh and lunged at Jim. Jim was unphased. Jim was a young boy and was much stronger than a stupid puppet. Jim easily beat the crap out of the puppet. "Please stop" wailed the puppet. "Only if you do something for me." Replied Jim. The next morning Jim brought the puppet over to his mom. "I was the one who trashed Jims room." Confessed the puppet. "Oh" replied the mom. "Well if that's the case you're painting his room." "But, but..." Pleaded the puppet. "No buts" replied the mom. The puppet spent all afternoon painting over Jims room. "Good said Jim. Jim then took the puppet tore it limb from limb, peed on the corpse, and fed it to his dog who gnawed on it for 2 hours straight.