I love Horror/suspense stories, and when kids are evil, it is downright spooky… kids are suppose to be so innocent and pure, so it is so easy to get sideswiped by this. This is the ultimate horror story… even better than dolls coming to life, or killer clowns.

I realize this is probably part of a bigger story your writing, but my muses spoke to me and told me to write a sequel.

hahah, oh i missed this one! I’m terrible!
But he is deliciously villainous.

That is brutal. The beginning felt a bit frantic, which works with his state of getting ready quickly, but still made for a slightly more difficult read. Is the sore bothering him supposed to hint at guilt? Cause otherwise he seems pretty callous.

yeah the shrink drank some drano the kid hurt his hand earlier while looking through the cabinets and bottles.

Is this the same kid? He is called Timmy in the prequel and the sequel that Krultar wrote, but Wayne in this one. Otherwise, good series. I agree that the story is clear.

timy huh? well i couldnt find the name when i looked the first time but ill change it thanx.

You really can’t go wrong with a murderous child.

Typos: you’ve used “breathe” twice where you meant “breath”.

Very sinister. I’m keeping a closer eye on my three boys having read this. I’m considering taking on an official taster…

ROFL Brilliant horror story!

I’ve heard that drinking Drano would basically dissolve your midsection. Sixth Sense, anyone? Gosh, I hate that movie…

@Jae I read Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of champions, when i was in the seventh grade, and the main character’s wife drinks some drano one morning for breakfast. I have been wanting to use that ever since. I thought since hydrochloric acid and scotch were the same color it would work. Sorry if my story dredged up any bad memories that M. Knight Shamalan may have started, but you should read Vonnegutt. You know how they say that given an infinite number of typerwriters and an infinite number of monkeys they would eventualy recreate the entire works of sheakspere, I dont think an infinite number of Shamalan’s with an infinite number of macprobooks could even reproduce one of vonnegutt’s stories.