Bad Cookie

Others Stories | Mar 31, 2012 | 8 min read
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Bad Cookie

Allison was babysitting the Thurman's 14 year old daughter Katie one Friday evening. Katie was genuinely a good kid, but recently had a run in with the police over a bag of weed and an underage drinking allegation. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and it didn't help that her new found group of so called friends (mainly burnouts and punks) were an unwanted influence.
Allison, 18, could really care less about Katie's problems and showed no interest in being at the Thurman's house that evening. She merely just needed some extra cash for the upcoming weekend and was doing it as a favor for her Father who was good friends with Katie's parents.
Around 8p.m. that evening after the Thurman's left the house for their dinner date, Allison makes the decision of hiding out in the upstairs bathroom. She couldn't bear the thought of an entire evening spent with a young girl's out of control hormones and wicked tongue. She felt peace and comfort sitting on the bathroom floor in the dark conversing with her friend on her cell. The sound of rain hitting the roof could be heard inside the bathroom where she sat.
"Oh God, please get me outta this hell," Allison lets out a long aching sigh.
Her friend on her cell tells her, "Cheer up, jeez; it's only for one night and how much did you say they were paying you?"
"$100, you gotta love these rich folk," Allison remarks.
Hesitantly she pulls herself up slowly in the darkened bathroom.
"Well I better get down there and tend to the little hell child." She pleads with her friend, "Will you stay on the line with me just for a few more minutes?"
Leaving the bathroom she walks past Katie's room down the hallway.
"Thanks, I really appreciate- WHAT THE FUCK!" Allison yells as she trips over a spiked wristband on the floor next to Katie's room, it almost sends her flailing down the staircase.
"That little shit! Fuck! She needs to clean this shit up."
She makes her way downstairs into the den where Katie is lazily sunk into the large wrap around couch watching a movie listening to her ipod with her feet propped up.
"Hey burnout!" Allison yells. "I almost fell down the fucking stairs because of all your shit on the floor in your room!"
Katie just gives her ‘I don't give a fuck' eyes and returns to watching her movie.
Allison continues talking to her friend, "What in the hell was I thinking when agreed to do this." Her friend tells her, "Babe, you were thinking of extra cash for weed and whiskey when we go up to the lake tomorrow night with our guys, that's what."
"You are so right," Allison laughs.
She pauses for a moment looking around the kitchen.
"Do you hear screaming, I heard someone screaming?"
Her friend tells her, "God now you're hearing things."
The horrific sound is coming from the tv in the den.
"Jesus Katie, what the hell are you watching?"
Katie explains, "Hostel 2, this bitch is gonna bathe in this screamin bitches blood, pretty fuckin cool," She snacks on some cheese curls as she talks.
"That's disgusting," Allison says with a mortified tone.
"Pussy," Katie snickers under her breath turning her head away back to the tv.
"Well I gotta jump off here and get this night over with, can't wait to get stoned out of mind tomorrow night, see ya."
Allison stands behind the counter in the kitchen looking into the den at Katie.
"Do your parents know you watch this crap?"
Katie abruptly interrupts the shocked babysitter, "Why are you even here? I'm fourteen, I don't need a babysitter."
"Well little girl it looks like the last time you were left alone, you ended up getting busted for….."
"You're no fucking angel either!" Katie interjects again.
"Whatever hell child, do me a favor, you stay on that side of the room away from me until mommy and….," RING……RING. The loud phone startled Allison.
She picks up the phone, "Yeah" asking in a halfass way.
There was silence. No one spoke from the other line.
"Hello?" Allison paused. "Whatever," She hangs up.
Katie with angry eyes crosses her arms and pouts like a small child. She slips on her headphones and begins listening to Terrifyer by Pig Destroyer on her ipod.
Seconds later the phone rings once again.
Reluctantly Allison answers, but with a more annoyed tone, "Hello!'
Again there was an eerie silence.
"Look, ass fuck if you have something to say just say it!" Allison shouts into the phone.
Still there is an eerie silence, but then what seems to be the sound of a small child laughing comes from the other end.
"Hehehe, cookies" A long dial tone follows the creepy laughter.
Allison looks at the phone in confusion and rolls her eyes.
"Whatever creep ass!" she hangs up.
"So hell child, you might want to clean up that disaster area of a room before someone gets killed up there, honestly I could care less what the hell you do, but your parents are paying me, so- Hey metalhead, did you a word I……"
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
Allison jumped at the sudden loud hits at the front door.
Katie was preoccupied with the blood splattered audio grind seeping through her ipod to even notice or hear the knocking at the door.
"Oh please, don't get up honey, I'll get it," Allison huffs towards the front door.
Annoyed she opens the door, "Look, this better be important, I have….."
"Hi, would you like to buy some cookies?" A very well kept and sweet little girl with the biggest sunshine smile stood at the front door. She wore a girl scout uniform graced with pins and ribbons, she was about 10 with long black hair pulled back into a neatly braided pony tail.
"Wait a second; were you the one that kept calling here a minute ago?" Allison cautiously asks.
The girl scout replies, "Yes it was, would you like to buy some cookies?" She holds out a box of cookies to Allison with the same smile of sunshine firmly planted on her face as she speaks.
"Uh, what is a little girl your age doing out at this time of night, selling girl scout cookies of all things in the rain?" Allison asks.
"Rain, what rain?" Still smiling, the cute girl scout asks.
The downpour of rain suddenly comes to a dead stop.
Allison looks up into the night sky as the reeeee of crickets echo from the nearby cornfield.
"OK, I'm going to close the door know, and you're gonna run along home creepoid, all right." Allison begins to close the door on the little girl.
A small hand stops the moving door, "No you're not."
"Look kid, I don't know what the hell is going on but…." The furious babysitter tells her.
"You know, it's not nice to hang up on people, I think you really need to be taught a lesson." Still smiling the girl scout aggressively tells Allison.
"I don't need to be taught shit, you little brat! Allison scowls.
The little girl shakes her head in a very assuring way still smiling, "Oh yes, I think you do, hehehe."
The small hands of the child slip behind her back; out comes a frighteningly large butcher knife, so large in fact it seemed half the size of her small body.
"Now…..DO YOU WANT TO BUY SOME OF MY COOKIES?!!!!"
Her little eyes turned red and her voice although that still of a 10 year old had a piercing, high end screeching tone to it.
"Oh my God, what the hell," Allison gasps in shock.
The demon kid points the knife at Allison making her back up into the house.
"Why"
SLASH!
"Wont"
SLASH!
"You buy"
SLASH!
"MY COOKIES!!!!"
SLASH!
Allison backed away with each slash of the knife from the little demon. It left her white baby doll top in shreds. Although the little demon did get close enough to scrape Allison's arms leaving them swollen and bleeding.
"Katie!" Allison screams with an heightened sense of anxiety.
"Katie, goddammit," she cries out as she backs away holding her bloody arms crying.
The fearful babysitter throws an apple sitting in a fruit basket on the kitchen counter at the backside of the couch, trying to get Katie's attention. It was useless, as she had fallen asleep amongst the gore on the tv and the grind in her ears.
Allison begins to walk backwards up the stairs, throwing useless swings, cursing at the knife wielding sweet little girl. SLASH! She got in a good one on this swing, right between Allison's breasts, not life threatening but bad enough to scar…and bleed. "Ahhhh, you little bitch!" Allison screams out.
Reaching the top of the stairs, they enter the dark trip hazard bedroom. Clothes, cd's and heavy metal clothing accessories lay like landmines on the soft beige carpet. Unable to see where she is in the deathtrap of a room, Allison ironically trips on the same spiked wristband as she did earlier. She lands on her back and can see the creepy outlined shadow of the little girl coming closer to her, the large butcher knife raised high above in her left hand ready to slash away.
The young one straddles Allison who is gasping for air; the fall knocked the wind right out of her. Taking her massive knife, she runs the flat side down her victim's forehead, over her face and then stopping on her mouth, tapping the chrome on Allison's trembling lips.
"Now," the cute girl scout asks once again in her normal sweet voice, "Would you like to buy some of my cookies?"

~~~~~~
Two hours later the Thurman's house was a virtual light show of blue and red police lights flashing brightly in the yard and driveway. The looks on Katie's mother and fathers face as Allison's parents ran up to the front door told it all. Allison's mother fell into the policeman's arms sobbing, holding her arms out, they knew their daughter was gone.
A detective cautiously begins to talk to Allison's parents, "My heart goes out to you both, I'm sorry for your loss. But I do need to tell you this as hard as it may be. There was a knife involved but it is not the cause of death, there were only minor cuts. Then we believed she was a victim of a chocking, but again it wasn't the cause of death. "Can we see her detective?" Allison's father asks. The detective motions to them, "Please follow me upstairs."
They walk past Katie who is hanging on to her mother with fear. The sound of the door slamming as the demon girl exited woke her, and what a horrible nightmare it was for the young girl to wake up to.
Allison's parents make their way to Katie's room; the detective slowly opens the door. There lying was babysitter on the floor, her arms extended out with a look of shock in her eyes. Broken pieces of cookie lay scattered on the floor around her as well as little pieces of cookie crumbs around her mouth.

2 Hours earlier, Allison's phone conversation with her friend-
"Oh God, please get me outta this hell," Allison lets out a long aching sigh.
Her friend on her cell tells her, "Cheer up, jeez; it's only for one night and how much did you say they were paying you?"
"$100, you gotta love these rich folk," Allison remarks.
Hesitantly she pulls herself up slowly in the darkened bathroom.
"Well I better get down there and tend to the little hell child." She pleads with her friend, "Will you stay on the line with me just for a few more minutes?"
Leaving the bathroom she walks past Katie's room down the hallway.
"Thanks, I really appreciate- WHAT THE FUCK!" Allison yells as she trips over a spiked wristband on the floor next to Katie's room, it almost sends her flailing down the staircase.
"That little shit! Fuck! She needs to clean this shit up."
Allison continues talking to her friend, "What in the hell was I thinking when agreed to do this." Her friend tells her, "Babe, you were thinking of extra cash for weed and whiskey when we go up to the lake tomorrow night with our guys, that's what."
"You are so right," Allison laughs.
"Well I gotta jump off here and get this night over with, can't wait to get stoned out of mind tomorrow night."
"Oh and don't forget, when packing our "munchies" no fucking peanut butter! When I was 8 my dumbass babysitter gave me peanut butter cookies after my mon specifically told her no peanut butter of any kind, little alli is allergic, I had a terrible reaction to them and almost died, ugh, anyways see ya."

"Now," the cute girl scout asks once again in her normal sweet voice, "Would you like to buy some of my cookie? They're peanut butter"

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André Apr 4, 2012

very nice, but creepy twist at the end.

Joe Zito Apr 5, 2012

Thanks,creepy is good, haha

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