Psycho Sitter: Mystery/Thriller

by Alexandria Ayers

  After I was done washing my face and all the makeup was off, I had totally forgot about a toothbrush. I really wished someone would have brought in my suitcase. I could really use it.

  I walked, out deciding I could go one night without brushing my teeth. Hunter was again sitting on the bed, reading some kind of book. I walked over to him.

  “What are you reading?”

  He looked up from the book and said, “Thought I might give it a try.” He was holding up the book to where I can read the title The Holy Bible. I think it is pretty odd but hey, it isn’t my place to judge.

  “I think it’s actually just a bunch of bullshit though,” he said, closing the book and laying it beside him.

  “Like, it says that God is a loving and kind God who loves everyone. But if that’s so true then why would he let people die in awful ways or why do some people have better lives than others?” I sat there taking in what he’s saying.

  I was raised in a church so it was hard for me to hear him call something that I strongly believe in to be just a bunch of bullshit. I guess it was hard for him to believe in something that sounded impossible though, but the words themselves say, “I’m possible.”

  “Hunter, God gives the strongest people the hardest lives, and God is a loving God. Earth is only our temporary home. One day when we die, I believe and many others do as well that those who believe in God will live forever in Heaven and those who don’t will sadly burn in Hell for the rest of eternity.”

  He looked at me with saddened eyes.

  “It’s too late for me. I lost God when He took my mother away.” And with that he got up and left the room.

  I was not really sure where he went but I guess he just needed some time. I sat back on the bed, wondering where life was taking me. I thought about making a run for it, but before Hunter left I heard the clicking of the lock. I got under the covers and pulled the blankets close to my face and slowly started to drift off to sleep.

  * * *

  I woke up to the closing of a door and the sound of footsteps. I rolled over to my side to see Hunter getting in bed. He pulled the covers up to his armpits then reached over to the nightstand, grabbing what looked like a lighter. A few seconds later, he lighted it and started taking long drags of it. Within minutes of him smoking, I started to cough from my asthma. It always acted up when I'm around smokers. I waited a few minutes, hoping I would be able to stand him smoking, but it wasn’t working very well.

  “Is there any way you could not do that in here?” I asked, afraid I might anger him.

  I knew whenever my mother would try and tell a smoker at a restaurant to stop smoking because she knew it messed with my asthma, they would always get mad and just keep smoking.

  “Why? Does it bother you?” he asked, turning to face me.

  “Yes it does. I have asthma...” I trailed off.

  He turned back to look up at the ceiling and let out a small chuckle.

  “I have asthma as well.” He laughed.

  “But doesn’t that really bother it?”

  “Yeah it does, but it’s worth it.” With that, he put the cigarette out and turned to face me.

  “So tell me about yourself,” He randomly asked.

  I thought it was a bit weird that he actually wanted to know, but oh well, I would tell him.

  “Uh, I’m kind of a boring person to be completely honest,” I said, trying to think of something that might interest him.

  “What do you want to become in life? Like, what’s your dream job?”

  I knew exactly what I wanted to be but I wasn’t really sure how he would react to it.

  “I, uh... I want to be a therapist,” I admitted.

  He scrunched his eyebrows together and said, “That’s a horrible job.”

  I was taken aback by his words. Why would he say it’s a horrible job?

  “How so?” I sat up a bit more so I could look down at him.

  “It’s a horrible job because whoever you’re talking with will hate you. Nobody likes going to a therapist.” He breathed out.

  He was right about that. Nobody ever liked going to the therapist. Heck, I didn’t even like going. I was made to go when I was 15. I had problems with making friends and just overall fitting in. My only friends back then were Summer and Jackie, but even then I sometimes wondered if they were truly my friends. I mean we would hang out and do things together, but I kind of felt like they just felt sorry for me. Two months after my fifteenth birthday, Jackie was in a car wreck. She had just gotten her license not even a month before the wreck. She was driving on a country road and wasn’t paying attention. A semi-truck hit her head on. I lost one of my only best friends that day. When I was told she had died at the scene, I broke down crying right there in my living room.

  My father told me to toughen up because he had lost his best friend in the army. My mother tried to comfort but it just wasn’t working.

  After she died, life got harder. School stressed me out to the point I just wanted to die, but none of that was the reason I was sent to see a therapist. Sure it was a small part of it but the day my mother caught me with a blade was the day she scheduled an appointment to see the local therapist.

  “You are right about that. Nobody likes going, but I want to help people and heal them from their past kind of like a doctor. A doctor heals people physically but I could help heal them mentally.” I said, smiling at how exciting it sounded to help young men and women overcome their past or things that they’re dealing with at the moment.

  “I guess it would be but still, they would all hate you,” Hunter said bitterly.

  I exhaled sharply and replied, “Maybe not all of them.”

  “Yes, all of them.”

  “No, not all,” I said, starting to get annoyed with him.

  “Yes,” He smiled at me.

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  “Yes!” He smirked.

  “God, you are annoying.” I rolled over on my side, turning away from the man who gets under my skin so very much. I then felt someone slowly rub their finger across my bare arm, sending chills running down my spine.

  “I didn’t mean to upset you,” he rasped in my ear, his hot breath fanning my bare neck.

  “I-It’s jus—”

  “Shh, go to sleep.” And with that he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him till my back was to his front.

  I slowly started to drift off to the sound of Hunter’s light breathing.

  * * *

  I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the room I was currently in. I looked over to where Hunter was sleeping only to find an empty bed. Seconds later, the door burst open to a pissed Hunter. I backed up against the bed frame as he stared at me with horror.

  “You,” he said, pointing one of his big fingers at me and started storming over to me.

  “You told Mia to run, didn’t you?” he yelled, grabbing my feet and pulling me out of the bed.

  I landed on the cold, hard ground with a thud.

  “Didn’t you?” he screamed in my face.

  Tears poured out of my eyes, making my sight blurry.

  “N-no, I d-didn’t,” I said, pushing myself up against the wall nearby.

  “Don’t lie to me!” Hunter grabbed my arms, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

  “I didn’t say anything, I swear!” I yelled, hitting him on the back as he stormed out of his room.

  “You’re going to wish you hadn’t,” he told me evilly.

  I screamed and cried out for help, hoping someone would make this psycho let me go; but all the people we passed just stared and walked on by, not giving the girl on the crazy man’s back a second thought. Hunter opened a big door which was followed by him walking downstairs. It got colder and darker the farther he went. All that could be heard was the sound of my heavy breathing and the sound of my beating heart which I’m pretty sure Hunter could hear. All of a sudden, he stopped walki
ng and pulled out a pair of keys. He picked one out, stuck it in the lock and opened the big door. The room was dimly lit, making it hard to see. He threw me on the cold ground, telling me, “Next time you’ll think before you speak.” With that he left the room, locking the door behind him.

  I quietly stood to my feet, running over to the metal door, pushing and shoving on it hoping for it to let me out. I screamed at Hunter as I saw him walk up the stairs, followed by the sound of the door being slammed shut. I stood at the door, sobbing, trying my best to stop crying; but I couldn’t until a sweet little sounding voice asked, “Will you play dolls with me?”

  Chapter 30

  I froze at the sound of the voice. Everything suddenly went dead quite.

  My breathing had completely stopped. The only sound was the small droplets of water, dripping from the concrete ceiling onto the cold floor where I stood. I took a deep breath, telling myself it was just my mind playing tricks on me as I turned around slowly, not in any rush, to see what could possibly be standing before me. I squinted from the dimly lit room as I saw an outline of a small figure slowly walking towards me. I took a step back, holding my breath as the person neared closer to me.

  “I asked you a question.” The same sweet voice spoke now, standing where the light falls over her face.

  It was a young girl, no older than seven with curly, dirty blonde hair that cascades down the front of her whitish brown dress. The dress she wore went down to her ankles with holes covering the bottom of it. But that’s not really what scared me most about her. One side of her pale faced skin looked as if it had been burned. There were even places in her dress that has holes, I’m guessing from some kind of fire.

  “Are you alright?” she asked, coming even closer.

  I took a step back only for my back to hit the cold metal door.

  “I-I…” I couldn’t even form words as I stared at the young girl.

  She looked like something out of a horror film, one which I would not watch. Is this a joke? Is Hunter just trying to scare me? Or is this actually happening? I didn’t know and that’s what scared me.

  “I would really like for you to play dolls with me. It’s been so long since anybody has come to visit me.” Her sweet voice made her even creepier.

  “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” She was practically begging me to play with her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do so.

  I mean, this isn’t normal, a little girl being locked up in a basement for who knows how long. Why would anybody do this? She’s just a little girl, a creepy one at that, but still.

  “You know, it’s rude not to speak when you are spoken to.” It sounded like something my mother would tell me when I was little.

  “My mommy always told me that.” So her mother would tell her that too.

  I took a few deep breaths, knowing I’d have to talk to the young girl at some point, considering it didn’t look like I was getting out of here anytime soon.

  “Sure, I’ll play, but first what’s your name?” I asked, trying my best not to stutter and sound afraid of the young girl, which I am very much.

  “I can’t tell you that,” she answered, swaying back and forth.

  “And why not?” I raised a brow.

  “Because mommy always said don’t tell a stranger your name, age, or address.” she said matter-of-factly.

  “Well didn’t your mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?” I asked taking a step near her.

  “I know my mommy always did.” I childishly spoke.

  “Well my mommy said you can talk to strangers as long as you don’t tell them your name, age, or address.” She spoke, putting her hands on her hips.

  I thought for a minute. How could I convince her to tell me her name or at least something about herself?

  “I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours,” I bribed.

  She looked down at her feet. I guessed she was trying to decide if she really wanted to tell me or not. After a few more seconds passed, she finally looked up from her stare at the cold, wet ground.

  “No. It’s a secret,” she said, smiling at me from across the room. It was a creepy smile in fact.

  “You never answered my question.” She took small steps towards me.

  I stood my ground, knowing there was nowhere I could go. I thought of the choices I have. I could either scream, hoping that maybe someone will happen to hear me and come rescue me from this demon child, or just play damn dolls with her. She stared at me, well more like through me!

  “I’ll play but can I be Ken?” I asked playfully, hoping to break the awkward mood that seemed to lurk in the air.

  She looked at me as if I’ve killed someone.

  “There is no Ken,” she said with all seriousness.

  “I ripped his head off,” she finished, smiling at the thought of her cruel actions upon the toy doll.

  “Why would you do that?” I was afraid of what made her rip the poor doll’s head off.

  She stopped moving completely and looked me dead in the eyes as a small tear ran down her cheek. “A boy once broke my heart. In ways you probably will never understand.” She’s speaking beyond her years.

  “You’re like seven. How could a boy break your heart?” I wondered, truly wanting to know the answer.

  “Like I said, you wouldn’t understand.” She turned away from me and walked over to a corner, bending over and picking something up.

  I couldn’t quite tell what she picked up before she started walking back over to me.

  “Who do you want to play as?” she asked, holding up two dolls.

  One had brown hair and green eyes, while the other one had reddish brown hair with grey eyes. They both looked sad. But how? They are just dolls.

  “What are their names?” I asked, wondering if they even had any.

  “This is Annie,” she said, holding up the doll with green eyes.

  “And this one is Mia,” she happily spoke, handing me the doll with grey eyes.

  I took it from her examining the doll. I had heard the name before. Well actually, I had just had the name screamed at me not long ago, but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind as the little nameless girl spoke again.

  “What’s your name?” she asked, sitting down on the ground.

  “Cassandra,” I answered, taking a seat on the ground as well even though it was wet from the dripping ceiling.

  We played with the dolls for probably two hours, she just kept asking loads of questions and me giving in to answering them. I tried asking her questions but most of them she wouldn’t answer and just said, “Mommy told me not to tell strangers that.” It got on my nerves because by the time she had asked half of her questions, I wasn’t considered a stranger anymore. But I did found out her favorite color. It’s green.

  She was now lying down on a bed in the far-right corner of the room while I sat by the metal door, praying to God that somehow I’ll get out of this mess. I closed my eyes, hoping to escape the world.

  * * *

  I woke up to the sound of a doorknob being twisted and the cold door slowly being pushed open, jerking my body forward. I got out of the way and jumped up to my feet in hopes of a rescue. When the door was fully open, Zach, my stylist (as if I would dare call him that), stood before me.

  “Zach?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it’s me.” He replied with a smile.

  “What are you doing down here?” I asked aloud while taking a step closer to the beautiful man.

  “I came to warn you,” He breathed out.

  “Of what?”

  “Hunter. He’s going to be down here soon, and he didn’t seem very happy at all when I saw him a few moments ago—” Before he could finish what he was about to say, footsteps could be heard marching down the stairs.

  A few seconds later, the devil himself stood in front of us, breathing heavily.

  “Get over here now,” he spoke sternly, his eyes burning holes through me.

  Zach stepped in front of me, shi
elding me somewhat from the raging man standing before us.

  “I think you should leave, Hunter—”

  “Shut the hell up and move, you little piece of shit,” he said, stepping closer to us.

  “No.” Zach bravely stood up for the both of us.

  “What did you just say?” Hunter asked, cocking his head to the side.

  “I said no—” Before I could comprehend what was happening, Hunter had Zach pinned to the ground, smashing his face over and over.

  I threw my hands over my mouth as a gasped left my lips.

  “Hunter, stop!” I yelled at him and tried to stop him by repeatedly, pulling on his bicep.

  He just shoved me to the ground and I landed on my butt. I heard some sniffling over to my right only to find the little girl walking towards me with tears in her eyes.

  “Go back over there, sweetie,” I commanded.

  She just stood there, frozen on the spot, and just stared at the scene in front of her. I looked back to the two boys only to find one one of them (Zach, to be more specific) on the ground, while Hunter was on his feet, breathing heavily. He slowly turned to face me and said, “Get up now.” I didn’t move a muscle at his words. I just sat there, staring blankly at him.

  “Now!” He ordered, his voice echoing through the dark basement.

  I was unable to move as I stared at the blood oozing out of Zach’s body. I could only hope he was still alive. I wouldn’t know what to do without him. Even though I barely knew him, it would still hurt to see him gone considering he is the only person here that had been nice to me.

  “Fine! If you don’t want to get up, I’ll make you!” Hunter screamed and marched over to me.

  He grabbed my arm, pulled me up from the cold ground, and threw me over his shoulder.

  “No! Let me go!” I screamed at him, hitting his back.

  “I can’t do that, baby girl. After all, there’re men waiting for you.”

  I cringed at the nickname.

  “I’d rather die!” I yelled at him.