Tell Me a Story
by Daniel Beadle - Thursday, September 6, 2007
The young lovers lay on the dorm bed beside each other, taking a respite from the day. Graham props himself up on a thick pillow, as Jennifer rests her head on his chest.“Tell me a story,” she says in near-whisper.
Graham searches his mind as he intertwines his fingers with hers. “Well… I know this one story about a boy… a shy boy…”
“What was his name?”
“I dunno… Steve?” She chuckles. “Just let me tell the story. Alright?”
“Alright,” she says with a smile.
“Alright. Now there was this boy… and… he met this girl… she was a cute girl…”
“Not cuter than me, right?”
“Of course she was.”
Jennifer gasps. She sits up and playfully hits Graham.
“Alright, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Just settle down. Hey!” He points at her face. “Settle down.” She smiles and leans toward him. “No one is cuter than you.”
They kiss, and as they do, the room darkens, and the two lovers fade away.
Stalker is sitting on the bed, alone in the dark. A voice from the corner sends chills down his spine: “There was a boy… a shy boy… who met a girl. And she broke his heart… she turned him into a monster… and he did things he didn’t want to do… and he made sure that she would never hurt anyone ever again.
"That’s right, isn’t it son?”
