Well, you probably deserved it!

 

Randy me in the bucket Rick

It was dark!
The air smelled bad. The bucket had fallen off the sticks.
I couldn’t move my arms or legs.
They said they would UN-bury me.
They lied!
I screamed for help.
Nothing, I couldn’t hear a sound.
I cried for my mother.
Nothing, she was in the house too far away.
Dad was at work!
Where did Rick and Randy go?
They said we would take turns!
The darkness was pushing in on me.
I couldn’t breathe!
I was falling into the darkness, spinning round and round.
I was going to die buried under a bucket.
A spark burst inside my mind!
No, I won’t die like this!
Move your fingers as much as you can.
“Move them!” I heard the voice in my head screaming.
A little, they moved a little!
Now move your other hand!
I did.
For an eternity, I moved my fingers, my wrist, my arm, just a little at a time pushing the sand away.
Now move your hand onto your chest!
The sand sucked at my flesh but I slowly did it.
You have to move the bucket!
Move the sand around your neck!
You have to!
There was no air in my lungs anymore.
Had I been breathing at all?
My hand moved past my cheek.
I pushed.
I pushed!
I pushed over and over until.
My hand was free!
I tumbled the bucket off to the side.
Everything went black.
I don’t know how long I lay there choking up the sand caught in my throat.
I was crying.
I slowly UN-buried my other arm.
It was night time!
The sun was still up when they buried me!
I had to hurry the monsters would get me if I didn’t get home!
Rick said so and brothers never lie!
It was taking too long to UN-bury my legs but I finally crawled free of the pit!
It was dark, the monsters are coming!
My legs where barely working.
I stumbled and fell as I climbed out of the old gravel pit.
“Almost there” My heart was pounding in my ears.
I was terrified!
I could feel their claws reaching for me!
I could hear them in the woods following.
Just waiting to tear me to pieces and eat me!
They’re going to get me!
I broke over the top of the bank!
The house!
I have to run!
I have to run!
The porch light was on!
That would scare away the monsters!
I climbed the steps exhausted.
Mom!
“Why are you so dirty?”
“Where have you been?”
“Why did you run away from your brother?”
“Do you know what time it is?” she was shouting at me?
“They were mean to me!” what else could a two-year-old say?
“You get in that bathtub right now!”
“No dinner for bad boys!”
And I was still crying.
Later when I was in bed my brother and cousin were there. “You tell mom and we’ll cut your throat and bury you down there.” They whispered. “No one will miss you; no one will even look for you!” “They didn’t look for you tonight; did they?” “You cause all the troubles in this house.” “Everyone in the family wishes you were dead!” Rick had just turned seven and dad had given him a pocket knife. And Randy got away with anything he wanted to do anyway cause’ he couldn’t see so good.
So much for potty training, and there is something weird about a thirty some year old that was still afraid of the dark.
I wonder why?

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