DEATH

BY

FINGERS

Chapter 1

I open my eyes. It is bright. It is cold. I am bright pink. I don’t like it. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I just got birthed. I see fingers coming towards me. They are blue and rubbery. They scoop me up. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I fall. From up tall. Onto the floor. These fingers were trying to kill me.

The fingers bundle me so tightly in a blanket that I can barely breathe. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I am carried away and strapped into a cushioned seat, once again very tightly. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I see trees pass by my window as my vision starts to blur. I fall asleep within seconds.

When I wake up, I am in a very comfortable bed, but it is surrounded by wooden bars. I think to myself, am I in prison? I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. A woman walks up to my prison cell and lifts me out into her arms. I press my chubby little face into her hair and it smells like lavender. Once again, I fall asleep in seconds. WHY DO I KEEP FALLING ASLEEP!?

When I wake up, I am once again in my prison cell. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. But this time, no one comes. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail again. Still, no one comes. With much pain, I squeeze my tiny but chubby body through one of the gaps in between bars and I flop onto the floor headfirst. Ouch. I crawl out an open door that leads to what appears to be a hallway. I see the stairs going down, so I crawl towards them. You may be like, “How can you crawl if you were just birthed?!” Well, my answer to that is I’m a fast developer, don’t judge me. I tumble down the stairs, with once again much pain. When I finally get to the bottom of the stairs, I see wet red fingerprints smeared all along the kitchen floor. The fingers had taken my parents.

Chapter 2

20 years have passed. I am now living in an apartment in Texas. Yes, Texas. It is 11:29 PM. I am laying in bed playing on my Nintendo Switch. All of a sudden, a wave of tiredness sweeps over me. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I turn my Nintendo Switch off and put it on my nightstand next to my bed. I pull my blankets up so that they are touching my chin and I quickly fall asleep.

I wake up to a creepy scratching noise at my bedroom door. It is creepy because I live alone and have no pets. I look at the clock on top of my dresser and the clock says that it is 3:00 AM; witching hour. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I am freaked out. I slowly open my bedroom door. What I see in front of me is disturbing… It is a hand. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I run to the other side of my bedroom and yeet myself out the window. I land in an elderly person’s purple convertible. They have a handicap parking pass. Sweet. I see a hand waddling towards me. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I yeet myself into a bush. Even though hands don’t have noses, I think it smells me. I feel something squirm behind me. I turn. It is another hand. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I jump out of the bush and start running. I suddenly realize I am hungry. I want a pizza. I start running the other way towards Domino’s.

When I arrive at Domino’s, it is closed. I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

Chapter 3

I look in the clear glass door and see that Domino’s is filled with thousands of bloody, squirmy hands. They are all holding mushroom pepperoni pizzas. EW! I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

I start running the other way but Domino’s explodes and the hands start chasing me.

I trip.

I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

A horde of hands is now encompassing my body! I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. I can’t breathe! I’M SUFFOCATING!!!

I hear talking.

It must be my life already starting to flash before my eyes! I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

“Excuse me, sir,”

I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

“Excuse me, sir,”

I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

“OH MY GOD WOULD YOU SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE?!”

I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail. “Wait, who is saying that?”

“It is I!!! FIFI THE DISEMBODIED HAND!”

“What?!” I say.

“I said, it is I!!! FIFI THE DISEMBODIED HAND!”

“WHAT?!” I repeat.

“ARE YOU DEAF CHILD? MY NAME IS FIFI THE DISEMBODIED HAND AND I HAVE COME WITH MY ARMY TO ASK YOU A QUESTION!!!”

I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

“COULD YOU PLEASE STOP SCREAMING AND LET ME ASK YOU MY QUESTION!?”

“Fine!” I say. “But why are you trying to ask me a question if you are about to kill me?!”

“KILL YOU? I AM NOT TRYING TO KILL YOU!” The thing says.

“Okay then! But before you ask me your question, PLEASE STOP YELLING!” I yell.

“Fine, but I want you to know that you are a hypocrite.” The gross hand thing says.

I gasp.

“Anyway, I must ask you my question…”

“What is it already!”

“How do you get to Hollywood?”

Chapter 4

“Oh my god,” I say. Why do you need to get to Hollywood?!”

“I am auditioning for the part of Thing in The Addams Family movie!”

“Don’t you know that you’re in Texas?”

“Oh.” It said.

“Wait,” I start, “If you are just trying to audition for the movie, then why did you kill my parents?!”

“Oh, we didn’t kill them, they are just in an underground bunker in Mexico with Abraham Lincoln.

I cry. I scream. I wail. Like a quail. I yell. I screech. I flail. Like a quail.

THE END.