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By C.A. Verstraete
His wife shut out the oft-repeated
recitation about what Harold said he used to do years ago. These days, she was
lucky if he moved out of the recliner.
Despite his nagging, Mabel
realized her husband had a point. Her lazy stepson did need to do something
besides sit in his room.
“Ernie!” She yelled. “Take your
bike out or go for a walk. Now!”
“Aww, do I have to?”
She looked up at the whiny voice
coming from the stairs. Its owner stared at her from a round face wearing
coke-bottle glasses. She shook her head. “Yes, you have to. Go do something.”
Ernie waddled out the door, his
stocky body perfect for football if he’d been at all athletic. He wasn’t.
Ernie fumbled with the bike as he
pulled it out of the garage, missing the kickstand and stubbing his toe. Mabel watched
him and sighed. She wished the boy was more coordinated and interested in other
things outside the house. He needed friends. She decided to see he got some.
Ernie returned from his
ten-minute bike ride flushed and tired. He came in, drank nearly a quart of soda
and raided the cookie jar.
Mabel frowned and moved the
cookies. “Ernie, no more snacking. You should cut down, you’ll feel better. Lose
a little, maybe you’ll make some new friends.”
He started at her like she was the
weird one. He’d tried making friends, but no one wanted to hang out with the
nerdy, fat kid except for his one and only friend, Burt. He and Burt both liked
playing video games. Maybe Burt was a little different. The other kids thought
he was kind of strange, but he and Ernie got along fine.
Maybe he should go see what Burt
was doing, Ernie decided. “I’m going over by Burt’s. I’ll eat dinner there.”
His stepmother nodded in
approval. “That’s good, Ernie. Get out for a while. Have fun.”
Burt wasn’t surprised when Ernie
showed up. “Playing a game,” he said.
Ernie nodded. “What you got to
eat?”
“My mom’s working late,” Burt
said. “I was gonna have peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. Want some?”
“Sounds good.”
Burt jerked his head toward the
kitchen. “Take the cooler upstairs. I filled it with root beer and lemon-lime.
Reload the game and log in if you want to play. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Ernie lugged the cooler in and
logged into the game before going back to the doorway. He peeked out, and hearing
nothing decided to take a quick look around Burt’s room, something he never got
to do since Burt hardly left for long.
A light in the closet caught
Ernie’s eye. Now that looks interesting,
he thought. Burt never left the door open. He pushed it and looked around in
alarm when it squeaked. Luckily, Burt was still busy in the kitchen.
Ernie stood there in shock. Eyes
wide, he stared at the closet’s stocked shelves. He never knew Burt had a
secret hobby. He wasn’t sure whether he should run or throw up, but after a few
minutes he leaned in closer for a better view. Row after row of jars met his
eyes. Each jar held a different animal specimen. He stared, repulsed yet
fascinated, at the various items. Some appeared to look back from dead, glassy
eyes. He shivered.
A thump on the stairs told him
Burt was on his way up. Ernie hurriedly closed the door part-way, thankful it
didn’t squeak again. He grabbed a book from the shelf and plopped on the bed.
Ernie hurriedly flipped the book around so the title, Undead Dinosaurs, was right side up just as Burt came in.
Burt nodded at Ernie before he
set the tray on the table. “Found some pizza rolls, why it took so long. I just
got that book. Whaddya think?”
“Pretty awesome art,” Ernie said
and grabbed a pizza roll. He took a bite, making sure to block the image from
his mind of the blood-red jars in Burt’s closet.
More than once, Ernie found his
thoughts going back to his friend’s weird collection as they played the game.
He knew he’d better get his mind on what he was doing when Burt swore at him a
second time.
“C’mon, pay attention,” Burt
yelled. “You’re screwing up the game.”
After a couple hours of bad play, Ernie decided to go home. On the way he thought again about his friend’s hobby, this time with new appreciation. It was a good way to expand his scientific knowledge, he decided. It could even prepare him for the taxidermy job at the natural history museum he hoped to have someday.
He walked in the door with an
idea of how to develop his new hobby. Even his mother seemed excited when he
asked her for some mayonnaise jars to start his collection.
“Why, that’s wonderful that
you’re starting a hobby.” She got a few clean jars from the pantry. “Isn’t that
great Harold? The boy’s collecting things!”
Ernie found it easy to sneak out
of the house in the wee hours of the night while everyone slept. No one even suspected
he’d gone out.
Several days later, Mabel started
griping about all the time Ernie spent in the basement. Her complaints turned
to screams as she got a closer look at Harold still seated in the chair, his
bloody face turned toward the TV.
Downstairs, Ernie hummed as he
admired the pretty colors in his collection. The Jar of Eyes had a nice
assortment of blue, green, and now brown eyeballs. The Jar of Toes had some
pretty pink, purple and green painted toenails he’d collected on his nightly
jaunts.
He sharpened the knife, thinking
of his stepmother’s bright red fingernails and the two-tone manicure he’d seen
on the lady next door.
Time to start a new jar.
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Very creepy.
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