CREAM

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A visit to a friend at a wrong time.

 

CREAM

 

 

 

 

  Sweat was coalescing into larger beads which then flowed down his cheeks, irregular drops hitting the grey dirty concrete below. It was a blistering heat even for an early June period. Damien looked at his watch impatiently, ‘’ he should be out by now. I bet he is losing time again on the stupid game. No sense in calling him again, he won’t answer anyway. I have tried enough times ‘’. The used smartphone, cracked screen on the upper left side was banged against the thigh in a rhythmic way. Yeah, Damien was anxious, anxious to tell his longtime playmate the news. His father, in the end after four years of prolonged promises, gave him the full sum to buy a used car. It wasn’t much of machine more of a rust bucket, but Damien was thrilled at the thought of him and his buddy cruising at high speed on that overall empty highway around and beyond the small city he was living in.

  ‘’ That is it. I’m going in, can’t stand this sweltering heat no more ‘’ said Damien moving towards the one story wooden cottage, passing through the front yard, ringing at the door.

  Mere seconds later Mrs. Igna answered with an unsettling smile, ‘’ yes dear, may I help you? ‘’ She stopped as if somehow she lost her train of thought then went on ‘’ I presume you are looking for Larry. He is kinda busy right now, oh but do come in, I will make some tea for you while you wait for him, bring some fresh baked cookies too ‘’ she grinned disappearing into the kitchen.

  ‘’ Yep, his mom is a regular weirdo, the usual creep factor making its presence. Never ceases to do that for me, every time I visit Larry’s house ‘’ thought to himself Damien then spoke out loud ‘’ thank you Mrs. Igna. I will just wait for him in the living room until he is ready. I have exciting news to tell him. ‘’

  For other teenage boys bristling with hormones, Mrs. Igna could have been a regular and unobtainable fantasy, not for Damien, she was too creepy and old for him. For a divorcee was too much a recluse. Plus that smile…ugh…that smile always sent shivers down his spine. If he did not get along with Larry so well for such a long time, he would not stay there not even for a jippy. Damien settled in a comfy textile sofa, coughed several times due to the prevalent dust in that place. From what sunrays came in shining through the closed plastic shades, thick particles of dust were exposed floating to brownian movements in the air. He looked around clutching his smartphone closer in his hands, a tight grip getting tighter. Noticed a framed picture of Larry and his mom in their younger years. She was smiling, but Larry was not. Beyond that, on an overused coffee table, marked with stains and cracks in the laque, were all sorts of ointments and oils in bottles. Some ointments were in plastic tubes others in stumpy cylindrical boxes, all with intricate ornaments and writings on them for different uses. One such box stood out for his eyes. It was simple, white in color. It had only writing in bold black fonts: rejuvenating cream.

  ‘’ The old hag wants to keep fresh ‘’ mumbled with care Damien.

  His interest was piqued thus in accordance he picked up the box opening it with a twisting motion. Most of the contents were gone, only to the circular sides, gathered on to increasing inclined slopes, a green viscous liquid. The smell was pungent too, somewhat sweet, but overall pungent. Revolted and ruled by instinct, Damien ran the tip of his finger in the margins, through the green viscous liquid. He brought the tip with a small about of substance attached to it at his nostrils and sniffed.

  ‘’ Yuck ‘’ was the quick conclusion.

  From the dent his fingertip made tracing through the substance, he observed something sticking out. A minuscule white something, could be a gap, a bubble or something else. He reached out to look. His finger got a sharp painful sting.

  ‘’ A fingernail. What the hell? Now that is an odd thing to have in a beauty cream ‘’ pondered Damien as unsettling chills began to grow in the back of his mind.

While putting the cream box back, in a disgusted hurry overshadowed with fear, Damien’s elbow kicked the framed picture of Larry and his mom from the shelf to his left. It fell down with a thud, releasing the back cover.

  ‘’ Shit ‘’ struggling to arrange the back cover into its place, Damien saw a corner protruding against the exposed back cover.

He pulled the corner out. It was another picture, behind the one put on display. A picture of two adults, male and female, holding a smiling child. Larry. Damien flipped the picture. On the back it was written: me, mom and dad on holiday. Damien never knew Larry’s father, but the woman in the picture… the woman in the picture placed as Larry’s mother did not resemble not in the slightest way to Mrs. Igna. Damien got up in an instant, ready to dash out the door, not before screaming as loud as he could: Laaarry.

A hand lands on his right shoulder, followed by an ungodly deep female voice, ‘’ No need to leave us in such a hurry dear. You have already met Larry, now it is time for you to join him in my beauty cream ‘’  


Submitted: January 06, 2021

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