He was alone at home. For the very first time in Nick’s 15 years of life, the house was all to himself.
His parents would return only around 3 in the morning. That gave him 6 hours of complete freedom to eat what he wanted, watch whatever piqued his interest and stay up all night!
First, he switched on the television, second ordered a large pizza with extra cheese, third turned off the lights, and fourth plonked himself on the cozy couch.
An hour had passed and there was no sign of the pizza. He called up the outlet who said it was on its way. No sooner had he disconnected the call when a loud RAP sounded on the door.
Wondering why the pizza delivery guy didn’t ring the bell, he opened the door. The pizza guy stood with a lopsided grin on his face.
“Your pizza Sir” he rasped.
“Thanks. Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” enquired Nick while relieving the pizza parcel from the delivery guy.
“Didn’t see ‘em” replied the guy enigmatically.
Nick just shrugged and handed over the money.
“Well, I be going then” rasped the pizza guy. He tipped his cap and turned away.
He paused and looked back with shifty eyes, “Be a good boy, won’t ya” saying so he left a nonplussed Nick still standing with the door slightly ajar.
The roar of the pizza guy’s bike broke Nick from his daze. Shutting the door, he kept the pizza on the table and headed off to his father’s desk drawer. He rifled through files and papers until his hand felt the metallic discs. Withdrawing them and chuckling to himself, he headed back and slotted the first disc into the drive.
These CDs were a great treasure find. He was surprised his father didn’t keep them more well guarded or hidden.
Taking a piece of pizza, he stretched himself out enjoying the pleasures.
When the first CD finished, he inserted the second one.
He reached out for another slice of pizza but felt something sticky.
Blood was oozing from the pizza.
“EAT!” growled a menacing voice.
Every hair on Nick stood on end.
“E-E-EAT!!” bellowed the ghoulish voice……
“N-n-noo” whimpered Nick.
snapped the malicious voice.
A huge slice of pizza was stuffed in Nick’s unwilling mouth. It pushed itself in relentlessly, forcing itself down his throat.
There was no air, no way to scream. Nick gasped and thrashed around on the floor.
“You should have been a good boy” came a raspy whisper.
THREE HOURS LATER
Mrs. Carter cried inconsolably as the doctor pronounced Nick dead due to choking.
No one noticed a pizza guy with a lopsided grin who rode down the road on his bike. “Be good” his whispered chant trailed behind him.