Peace and Quiet (standard:horror, 3030 words)
Author: Casey Ponciano	Added: Apr 11 2003	Views/Reads: 4362/2349	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Raymond had a terrible day at work. All he wanted was some sleep. Some peace and quiet to sleep. But some people should always be careful what they wish for.

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“Cool,” they both yelled. 

“Hi Raymond,” Sarah said.  She walked toward me and handed Christy to
me. 

“Hi Sarah,” I replied.  I tried to hold my hands in front of me to give
the gesture that I did not want to carry Christy, but it didn't work.  
I held Christy and then she wetted her diaper.  I felt the wetness on 
my shirt.  She then bursts into tears.  It made my day worse.  It 
looked like I was going to have a long night.  “Please, Sarah, take 
Christy away.  She just pissed on my shirt,” I said. 

“Sorry about that Raymond,” she replied.  Now I had pissed all over my
shirt and a huge headache. 

“Sarah, is there anyway that, maybe you and the kids could go somewhere
for awhile.  I have a huge headache and, well, you know how the kids 
are?” I asked. 

“I have no where to go Raymond,” she said and then she bursts into
tears.  At the same time, little Christy was crying.  Then, to make it 
worse, Jesse and Michael yelled in the background.  Please all I wanted 
was some peace and quiet. 

“Sorry, Sarah.  I'm being selfish.  Go ahead and take your stuff inside.
 Just please try to find away to keep the kids from making too much 
noise.  I have a very huge headache.  I'm going to take some aspirin 
and take a nap,” I said. 

“Raymond, you won't even know we're here,” she said.  But inside, I knew
that was a lie.  Come on, she had a one year-old daughter and two 
little menace boys.  All I hoped for was that the aspirin would knock 
me out for awhile. 

I walked in my house and headed straight for the bathroom.  I looked at
the shelf and I found the aspirin I wanted to take.  I took two of them 
and I went into my bedroom. 

“Sarah,” I called for my sister. 

“Yes, Raymond,” she replied. 

“I'm going to take a nap.  Please try to keep the children from making
too much noise.  Please?” I asked. 

“Like I said before, Raymond, you won't even know we are alive,” she
replied.  I loved my sister and kids, but today, just wasn't a good 
day.  I closed the door and I laid on my bed.  I looked at my watch.  
It was already six fifteen.  I laid my head on the pillow and I closed 
my eyes.  But then I opened my eyes because of someone yelling in one 
of the other rooms. 

“No Jesse,” I heard.  Then I heard something break.  Like glass. 

“Dammit.” I said to myself.  I opened my bedroom door and walked to the
living room.  I saw what was broken.  It was a little porcelain swan 
that I made for my mother when I was twelve years old.  I loved it 
because it reminded me of my mother.  It's been years since she past 
away.  Sarah knew that.  She looked at me with sorrow. 

“I'm sorry Raymond.  He didn't mean too.  He just wanted to look at it,”
she said.  I looked at her with raged.  Then I turned and looked at 
Jesse.  I tried to scare him with a terrible look on my face, but it 
didn't work.  I loved my nephews.  I picked up the pieces of the swan 
and placed them on the kitchen table. 

“Please, Sarah, try to keep them from destroying anything else in my
house.  Try to keep them from making too much noise,” I said.  Then an 
idea came up.  “I know what I'll do,” I said.  It's something that my 
mother use to do when I was a child to keep me from making too much 
noise.  I'll put on a movie, a scary movie.  “Everybody take a sit.” I 
said. 

“What are you going to do?” Sarah asked. 

“I'll put on a scary movie.” I said. 

“Yeah, a scary movie,” Jesse yelled.  I looked at him.  I still had a
big headache and he's yelling didn't help.   “Sorry Uncle Raymond,” he 
said.  I just smiled at him and nodded.  I don't know what movie I 
grabbed, I just got one and turned it on.  I think the aspirins were 
already making me drowsy. 

“Alright it's on.  Everybody have a seat and watch.  I'm going back into
my room to take a nap,” I said. 

“Bye Uncle Raymond,” both Jesse and Michael said.  I looked at them both
and smiled.  Then I looked at Sarah and Christy.  Christy was in 
Sarah's arms jumping up and down and smiling at me. 

“I promise I'll keep the kids from making any more noise,” Sarah said. 

“Thank you,” I said and I walked into my bedroom.  I locked the door so
that the kids would not walk in and wake me.  I looked at the time.  It 
was now six thirty.  I closed my eyes because I became drowsy.  I felt 
myself falling asleep.  But then some knocking on my door woke me.  I 
looked at my watch.  It was only six forty-five.  I only laid for 
fifteen minutes.  The knocking became faster.  Then I heard some 
screaming. 

“Help me mommy, he's after me,” the voice said.  It was Jesse's voice. 
“Help me mommy, help me Uncle Raymond,” he said.  He kept knocking on 
my door.  I got up quickly and unlocked my door.  I opened it and I 
became furious at what I saw in the hall.  Michael was wearing a hockey 
mask and he was sitting on top of Jesse.  Michael was making a growling 
sound and he had his hand up in the air pretending he was holding 
something. 

“Help me mommy,” Jesse yelled, then he started giggling.  Then Michael
started laughing also. 

Sarah came into the hall. 

“You guys, I told you to stay in the living room.  You're going to wake
up your uncle . . . “ then she looked up at me.  “Sorry Raymond,” she 
said.  “The boys got carried away because of the movie,” she added. 

“All I want is some peace and quiet, and you guys cannot even give me
that.  I let you stay here and all I ask for is one thing.  Please just 
give me some peace and quiet,” I yelled and looked at Jesse and 
Michael.  Then they cried and ran to Sarah. 

“Mommy, Uncle Raymond yelled at us,” they both said. 

“Raymond,” my sister said and looked at me with a gesture that I should
apologize to the boys. 

“Sorry boys, it's just that Uncle Raymond has a big headache, and I need
some sleep so I can get rid of it.  Please just watch the movie and let 
me sleep.  I'm sorry,” I said to them. 

“Okay Uncle Raymond, “ Jesse said. 

“We'll be quiet for you,” Michael said. 

“Thank you boys,” I said and then they ran to the living room.  Then I
looked at Sarah.  “Sarah, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to yell at the 
boys.  It's just that I feel terrible.  I had a bad day at work, and I 
have a terrible headache.  I just want some sleep.  Some peace and 
quiet,” I said. 

“I'm sorry too, Raymond.  I'll keep an closer eye on the boys,” she
said.  Then Christy started crying.  She was in the living room by 
herself, with only the boys watching her now.  “I better get to 
Christy.  Just go back to your room and sleep, I'll keep them quiet,” 
she said. 

“Thanks Sarah,” I said then I walked into my room and locked the door. 
I looked at my watch.  Now it was six fifty.  I closed my tired eyes.  
Then a second later I fell asleep. 

Then I woke up again because of more knocking and screaming. 

“Help me Uncle Raymond.  Help me mommy, he's after me,” I heard.  It was
Michael's voice this time.  I looked at my watch.  It was seven 
o'clock.  I only ten minutes of sleep.  These damn kids were making me 
angry.  I told them no more noise.  All I wanted was some peace and 
quiet.  Then the knocking on the door became more rapid, just like the 
first time.  I got up and walked to the door.  Then I pounded at the 
door. 

“Guys, cut it out.  Please let me sleep.  Give me some peace and quiet. 
That's all I ask for,” I yelled.  I guess the movie didn't work on 
them.  “Sarah, will you quiet them down?” I asked.  But she never 
responded.  “Sarah, will you please quiet them down?” I asked again, 
but there was no response.  “Sarah?”  I yelled. 

“Yes, I will,” she finally responded. 

“Thank you,” I said.  Then I heard a thumping sound and all of the noise
stopped.  “Finally some peace and quiet,” I said.  I laid on my bed 
again.  I looked at my watch.  Now it was seven-thirty five.  I closed 
my eyes and I fell asleep. 

I woke again by someone knocking on my door.  It had to be the kids
again.  “I told you I want some peace and quiet,” I yelled, but the 
knocking continued.  I got up and I walked to the door.  I unlocked it 
and grabbed the doorknob.  “I told you, give me some peace and quiet,” 
I said as I opened the door.  Then my eyes became blinded because of a 
flashlight beaming at my eyes.  I couldn't see who it was. 

“What the hell is going on?  Who are you?” I asked. 

“Don't move sir.  I have a gun pointed at you right now.  What's your
name?” the person asked. 

“I'm Raymond Lotts.  What's wrong?”  I asked. 

“Are you the owner of this house?” he asked. 

“Why yes.  Why?” I asked.  Then the person put down their flashlight. 
Without it, it was very dark.  The whole house was dark.  I wondered 
why.  Then the person spoke to me. 

“I'm Officer Peterson.  Just follow me sir,” he said as he pulled my
arm.  I wondered where Sarah and the kids were.  What was a police 
officer doing in my house?  How did he get into my house? 

“What's going on?” I asked. 

“Mr. Lotts, there's no time for questions.  Just follow me and keep
moving,” he said. 

“Okay.  But I have to find my sister and her kids.  Sarah?  Jesse and
Michael?  Where are you guys?” I yelled.  But the officer just pulled 
on my arm. 

“Sir just follow me,” he said.  I followed him, but I wondered where
Sarah and the kids were.  As I followed him, I continued to yell for 
them, but no one answered.  I became very cautious.  I wondered what 
was happening.  The officer would not tell me anything.  I continued to 
follow him.  It was very quiet in the house.  Then I slipped on 
something wet on the floor.  When I fell, I bumped the back of my head 
on the floor.  I closed my eyes for awhile because of the pain.  I 
still had the headache.  Then I opened my eyes. 

“Sir, get up quickly and follow me,” the officer said as he grabbed me
and pulled me up, but my eyes wondered up at the ceiling and I saw 
something hanging on the ceiling fan.  I wondered what it was.  
Something wet dripped on my face.  I felt my face to see what it was, 
but it was too dark to see it.  “Sir keep moving,” the officer said to 
me.  We walked to the front door.  I wondered where Sarah and the kid 
were.  As we opened the door and we stepped out, I looked at my hand to 
see what was on my face.  It was blood.  I grabbed the flashlight from 
the officer and I pulled away from him.  I ran back into the living 
room.  “Sir, don't go in there.  He still might be in there,” he said.  
I didn't know what he meant by that.  As I walked into the living room, 
I beamed the flashlight up to the ceiling and I saw what was hanging.  
I became grotesque and upset at what I saw.  Jesse and Michael were 
hanging upside down by their legs from the ceiling fan.  I pointed the 
flashlight at their faces and I saw that their eyes had been pierced 
out.  Blood dripped from their mouth to the floor.  I then spotted the 
flashlight on the floor right underneath their bodies, and I saw their 
tongues in the puddle of blood I slipped on.  Someone had slit their 
tongues out.  My stomach felt gushing inside.  I wanted to vomit.  
Jesse and Michael were dead.  Someone butchered them.  Just like the 
Covington children.  I then flashed the light at the door of my 
bedroom.  The door had small handprints of blood from the kids when 
they tried to wake me up.  The doorknob was covered in blood.  Their 
blood when they tried to get in.  My eyes filled with tears.  I then 
flashed the light on the lower part of the wall in front of me.  I saw 
my sister Sarah lying on the floor, holding Christy in her arms.  Their 
eyes had been pierced out like Jesse and Michael.  They were dead.  In 
front of them laid their torn out tongues in a puddle of blood.  I 
flashed the right-side wall where the television was standing.  And 
above the television, in blood red letters, someone's blood, read the 
sentence ‘I wanted some peace and quiet!!!!'.  My eyes then filled with 
tears.  I didn't mean for this to happen to them.  All I wanted was 
some peace and quiet. 


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