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Book online «Chester The Jester by Jacob Brooks (classic literature list txt) 📖». Author Jacob Brooks



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gonna go home and take a nap." He said "Alright man, call me later if you want to hang out." I just nodded my head and off I went.

 

Once home, I walked in the door to my mom yelling at Lizzy again like I was only gone for a few seconds. Even though it was half the day. Once again I asked "Whats going on?" Like a broken record. To which my mom said "Lizzy poisoned the fish tank." I said "What do you mean?" mom said "She poisoned the fish tank, she put Anti-Freez in the tank and the fish are dead." To which Lizzy once again replied "He made me do it." My mom, furious at this point, just told Lizzy to go to her room as she stormed away. Lizzy visably upset headed upstairs. Me, not really wanting to be in the middle, but feeling bad for my little sis, went up to talk to her.

 

I went to her room as she laid on her bed sobbing. I asked "Whats going on Liz? Why are you doing these things?" She wiped some tears from her eyes and said "It's not me John, he made me do it." Annoyed, I said "Who made you do it?" With a little anger in my voice. She cried "I can't tell you, he said if I tell anyone then he would kill me too." These are the moments in time where you wish you had better anwsers but the questions are just to confusing to figure out. I told her "Nobody is going to kill you Lizzy, whats going on?" She replied "Chester." To which I thought in my head "that doll?" Not wanting to upset her anymore, I told her it will be ok and that Chester would not hurt her. I left her room and went to my mom who was on the phone with my dad telling him what had happened. She said "I dont know what to do with her Ray. I'm just gonna wait until you come home to figure this out." She got off the phone and I spoke up ."Mom I think somthing maybe wrong with Lizzy." Which I got in response "You think John? She's blaming a damn puppet for making her kill the fish, and breaking your father's trophy." I said "I know, but it might not be her fault. She might need to see somebody about this." Fed up with the situation, she said "We'll deal with it when your father comes home." and she left the room. Not really knowing what to do myself, I headed for my room to take a nap.

 

When I fell alseep, I remember having this crazy dream about my father chasing me through the house while he screamed "He made me do it." When my father finally caught me, he turned me around and was wearing clown face paint. Frightned, I screamed for mom as he said "I'm sorry son, he made me do it." Which then, he let me go and I slowly turned around to see my mother lying on the floor with a knife in her throat. With a pool of Thick, Dark, blood slowly forming around her as it drained from her body. But when I turned back toward my father, It wasn't him anymore. It was Chester!!! Crying to me with blood on his hands "I didn't mean to kill her." He began walking slowly twords me "I didn't mean to kill her." As an evil smile began to emerge saying "I was only clowning around!" Chester then lunged for me as I awoke breathing heavily from my sleep, inside what was luckily the comfort of my bedroom. My mom began yelling to me that Josh was on the phone.

 

I got up and answered the phone to Josh asking "You fucking alright man? You really seemed out of it today." I told him "I'm fine." As he began asking if I wanted to go to the train tracks and hang for a few. I told him "yeah, let me take a shower and I'll meet you there in about twenty minutes." He said "Alright, later dude." I hung up the phone and headed for the bathroom.

 

Once outside my room, I could hear my father's voice once again yelling at Lizzy down stairs. Muttled a bit, but still clear enough to understand. He said "Lizzy I am not and will not put up with this kind of bullshit." As much as I didn't want to, I headed down stairs to see if I could calm the situation down. Once there, I realized there was no calming anything, as my dad slapped Lizzy in the mouth for saying "He made me do it." I yelled "Stop that!" And my father looked at me like I had just took the lord's name in vain inside a church full of nuns. He said "What?" I said "She thinks Chester, that dumb doll I gave her yesterday will kill her if she doesn't listen to him." Lizzy now cowaring on the floor, crying as my mother tries to comfort her, says "He will, he said he's done it before and will do it again if I don't listen to him." My father the realist, said "I can't believe my fucking ears, have you all gone crazy? Talking dolls and disobedience are not what I raised this family to be." I yelled "Then what did you raise it to be?" Which right then, you would of thought if my father was capable of killing some one, that moment was it. As he stared me down like a hawk waiting to grab it's prey. He lowered his head and took a deep breath before looking me straight in the eyes and said "This isn't your buisness, take a fucking walk." To which my mom yelled "Dont you talk to him like that Ray." Which he screamed "It's my fucking house I'll talk anyway i fucking want to!" As he left out the side door. My mom then took Lizzy upstairs as I decided screw the shower, I got to get out here. So I grabbed my jacket and headed out the front door to meet Josh at the train tracks.

 

As I walked down the road, I began to wonder if it was my father and not lizzy who had the problem. Ever since he had that car accident last summer, he's been very moody. Some of what I could understand the frustration, but other times, it's never made any sense. So I continued on my way to the tracks when I started hearing noises that sounded like moaning, and not the good kind like you hear in the late night movies on Saturday nights. I ran faster and faster to get to the tracks, but when I got there I Couldn't find Josh. I yelled for him but got nothing in response. So I sat down thinking maybe he didn't get here yet.

 

I lit up a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. Blowing the hit out slowly as I felt the anxiety start to fade. Again I yelled for Josh with no anwser back. I stood up and walked over to some bushes to take a piss. Puffing on my magic stress releiver with my eyes closed. But when I opened them I looked down to see not only my best friend laying on the ground with his throat cut, but Sabrina lying next to him with hers as well. I screamed and jumped back falling to the ground, I began dry heaving with nausia trying not to vomit. I knew I had to react fast, but was frozen with fear. My mind blanking on what to do, but what do you do? This kind of thing doesn't happen all the time. So I did the first thing that came to mind, I got up off the ground and ran back home.

 

As I was running, the thought of "he made me do it" drove me crazy. This couldn't of been something that Lizzy could of done. She's eight years old, and surely It wasn't that stupid doll. Although a hard ass, and even though he didn't like Josh, there's no way it was my father. The blame escaped me like air in a balloon as I couldn't imagine anyone capable of murder. In so much shock over the situation, I couldn't even produce tears.

 

I got the house and ran in the front door, slamming it behind me and locking the lock. I turned around and noticed that all the lights were out. I went to the wall switch, but nothing came on. Startng to panic, I yelled for my mom and dad who didn't anwser. I yelled for Lizzy, who with the softest voice i've ever heard before or sense, said "John is that you?" I went to the staircase where she sat at the top, holding a flash light in one hand, and Chester in the other. I said "What's going on?" Once again like I didn't know any other words for the last twenty-four hours. "Why are the lights not working and where is mom and dad?" With a look of horror and pain molded into one expression, she softly whispered the words none of us ever wanted to hear again, "He made me do it."

 

My adrenaline kicked in as my worst fears might of came true. I told Lizzy to stay put as I rushed through the house looking for dead bodies or who knows what. It was so dark I could barley find a flash light in the kitchen drawer. I scurried through the living room annd dining room, but nothing was down stairs. I picked up the phone and dialed 911 yelling for them to come to the house right away. That I think my parents have been murdered.

 

 

I went back to the staircase saying "Lizzy we have to get out of here I called the police." But when I looked up she wasn't there. My heart sank deep into my stomach as my adrenaline faded into panic. I called for her, but she didn't anwser back. As much as I didn't want to, I slowly began to creep upstairs. "Lizzy this isn't funny, I told you not to move." I said as I crept closer and closer to the top.

 

I slowly crept my head around the corner, shining the light on anything around the hallway but saw nothing. I called again, no anwsers. I went to Lizzy's bedroom first, opening the door hoping she would be sitting on her bed. But nobody was in there. I shut the door and then went to my room. Once again hoping she would be in there, I opened up the door slowly but again nothing. So I went to my parent's bedroom. The last on a short list of places she could be. I hung my head down, closed my eyes, and took the biggest deep breath I ever have. I grabbed the door knob and twisted, praying that she was in there. I opened up the door and sitting soley on the bed was Chester. My parents and Lizzy lay on the floor in pools of blood. Blood so dark, it looked like chacolate syrup. I stared at the doll hard and heavy as I picked him up off the bed. Tears began flowing down my cheeks like rainfall dripping down a window pane.

 

I heard noise down stairs and the police burst into the house through the front door. Yelling for anyone to anwser them. They charged up the stairs like warriors in battle as I sat down on the bed. Closer and closer, they kicked in the door, guns drawn, and ready to fire at anything. They yelled for me to freeze and to drop my weapon. That's when I looked down to see that I had Chester in one hand, and a long sharp butchers knife in the other. Covered in peices of what

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