Post by Grimm on May 5, 2011 15:40:47 GMT -5
A mother sits on the bedside near her young son. A lamp in the shape of a brontosaurus casts a dull yellow glow in its small circle of influence. The boy has his sheets (also covered in dinosaurs) pulled up to his chin, and his mother strokes his head and sings a lullaby.
“Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say,
Peace this moment, peace, or maybe,
Phinehas will pass this way.”
A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second. Posters of superheroes and Pure Class Wrestling stars cover the walls of the attic bedroom. An action figure menagerie is scattered across the wooden floor. The mother leans in closer and coos.
“Baby, baby, he’s a giant,
Tall and black as Rouen steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines, rely on’t,
Every day on naughty people.”
The boy stiffens at a crack of thunder and pulls the sheets up to his nose. His eyes, reflecting the light of the bulb, dart back and forth across his room. A creaking floorboard, a shifting of the shadows. The tapping of a tree branch on the window. The mother continues her nonsense rhyme.
“Baby, baby, if he hears you,
As he gallops past the house,
Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse.”
The storm intensifies and the boy begins to squirm under the covers. His mother shakes her head and runs her fingers through his dirty blond hair.
“And he’ll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he’ll beat you all to pap,
And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel, snap, snap, snap.”
She smiles and gives her little boy a quick tickle in the ribs before getting up from the bed. She moves towards the doorway but stops to look back. Smiling, she steps out and pulls the door behind her. It squeaks closed, revealing the silhouettes of two men standing in the corner. The eyes and teeth of Phinehas Grimm and Billy Sadistic glint in the shadows. The Brothers Gruesome step forward and stop at the side of the bed. The boy pulls the sheets up to his eyes, which are now wide open in terror. His visitors both put fingers to their lips and whisper, “Shhhh...” Grimm reaches down and turns off the lamp. Their smiles widen and Sadistic opens the window. The pair climb out, their Cheshire grins still visible in the dark. The window snaps shut behind them and the little boy finally disappears beneath his covers.
The mothers sing-song voice returns on the air.
“Game Over.”
“Sunday, May 22.”
“Only on pay per view.”
“Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say,
Peace this moment, peace, or maybe,
Phinehas will pass this way.”
A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second. Posters of superheroes and Pure Class Wrestling stars cover the walls of the attic bedroom. An action figure menagerie is scattered across the wooden floor. The mother leans in closer and coos.
“Baby, baby, he’s a giant,
Tall and black as Rouen steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines, rely on’t,
Every day on naughty people.”
The boy stiffens at a crack of thunder and pulls the sheets up to his nose. His eyes, reflecting the light of the bulb, dart back and forth across his room. A creaking floorboard, a shifting of the shadows. The tapping of a tree branch on the window. The mother continues her nonsense rhyme.
“Baby, baby, if he hears you,
As he gallops past the house,
Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse.”
The storm intensifies and the boy begins to squirm under the covers. His mother shakes her head and runs her fingers through his dirty blond hair.
“And he’ll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he’ll beat you all to pap,
And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel, snap, snap, snap.”
She smiles and gives her little boy a quick tickle in the ribs before getting up from the bed. She moves towards the doorway but stops to look back. Smiling, she steps out and pulls the door behind her. It squeaks closed, revealing the silhouettes of two men standing in the corner. The eyes and teeth of Phinehas Grimm and Billy Sadistic glint in the shadows. The Brothers Gruesome step forward and stop at the side of the bed. The boy pulls the sheets up to his eyes, which are now wide open in terror. His visitors both put fingers to their lips and whisper, “Shhhh...” Grimm reaches down and turns off the lamp. Their smiles widen and Sadistic opens the window. The pair climb out, their Cheshire grins still visible in the dark. The window snaps shut behind them and the little boy finally disappears beneath his covers.
The mothers sing-song voice returns on the air.
“Game Over.”
“Sunday, May 22.”
“Only on pay per view.”
