Chapter 11
Jake opened the door to the house as quietly as he could but it slipped from his fingers and closed with a bang.
“Jakie honey, is that you?”
Jake remained silent and stepped into the shadow just behind the kitchen door.
Maggie Caulder called again. “Jakie is that you?”
Jake said nothing, but stood in the darkness, a deep hatred building inside him towards this woman who was nothing but a cheap whore who deserved nothing more than a good whack or two about the head to show her that Jake was not one to be lied to and treated so meanly.
Maggie opened the kitchen door to see what the noise had been, and walked past Jake, not realizing that danger lurked there. Jake let out a strange guttural noise just then and swung the stick as hard as he could.Mrs. Caulder heard this and turned just in time to see the stick coming for her face. She tried to move but Jake was much quicker and when he hit her, a sickening sound came from what had been the left side of her face. She fell backwards, dazed but still conscious. She tried to scream, but before she had a chance, Jake hit her in the mouth with a solid whack that knocked teeth out and left her slumped in the corner. Her body twitched once, but Jake was upon her, repeatedly hitting her again and again until he dropped the stick, totally exhausted.
“There” Jake gasped. “Now maybe you won’t be mean to me any more.”
Jake sat down beside the battered body of his mother, no longer twitching or moaning. He must have fallen asleep because when he awoke, it was near dusk, and his body ached from being on the floor for so long. He looked around, not realizing where he was or remembering what had happened a few hours earlier. It was dark in the hallway, and as hewent to get up, his hand touched something hard and wet. He squinted in the darkness, trying to see what was sticking to his hand. As his vision cleared, he could see that it looked like a partial tooth covered in some sort of gore.
He went to turn on the light, and as he did, he saw that in fact it was a piece of tooth with blood encrusted on it, sticking to his hand. He wiped his hand with disgust and turned to see where this had come from. At first, he couldn’t make out what was laying in a heap on the floor. As he approached apprehensively, he realized that it was his mother or what was left of her. He started to scream and scream until he could scream no more. He fell to the floor, cradled his mother’s head in his hands and started to weep.
When the police came, notified by neighbors of the commotion, they found Jake, still with his mother and still crying. The first officer upon the scene went to Jake to get him away from the horror, but Jake wouldn’t let go of his mother. Finally, with help from another officer, they managed to take Jake outside and away from the scene within.
The story was in the paper, this time with all the details of the murder scene, not like the time Fluffy had been found dead. Every one in town was in shock that a murder so horrible had been committed in their quiet, peaceful town.
It was reported that a vagrant must have wandered into town, murdered Mrs. Caulder, and then escaped into the night. This seemed to ease peoples’ minds. It was beyond comprehension that someone from their town could do this, let alone a ten year old boy who wouldn’t harm a fly. The date was Aug. 3rd, 1994.
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