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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Screams From Across The Street
[time] => 2008-06-01 16:51:36
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[bodytext] => This is a story about something that happened in my neighbourhood But before I start, I want this to be understood I have no love for the place I live and trust me I'd move, if only I could The houses are all dilapidated and the lawns are choked with weeds Flower beds that were once filled with beauty and colour are now dead from neglect and disease Dirty windows hide what really goes on inside Aided by cheap flimsy curtains that have faded from the intense sunlight At night (and sometimes during the day) all you can hear are people screaming,police sirens screeching & house alarms bleeping It gets so intense that you can't even hear yourself thinking But alas I am digressing from the story in question There was one family in particular that were highly disliked,the mother was a junkie, the kids were feral and the father was full of aggression You'd see the little kids running around in the street Their noses running, snot flowing down their grubby little faces and blisters forming on their dirt blackened feet Their mother would watch as she sat outside in a dirty old deck chair Her skin had a sickly yellow pallor and her greasy knotted hair desperately lacked the needed attention and care At around six her husband would come home, pulling into the garage in his battered green station wagon the gears on which would creak and groan He'd climb out the car, stomp up the pathway and open the door, slamming it behind him And thats when the arguments and screaming would begin It was always like this, so on the night in question nobody would've thought that anything was horribly amiss But after what went on in that house that night, things changed as we were all in for a big shock & a terrible fright I suppose, in hindsight we all knew that something wasn't quite right Because a few days after the fight no none in the street caught sight Of the grubby little children or their junkie mother, sitting in her dirty old deck chair I don't know why anyone questioned it, but I guess they just didn't care Anyway a few days later the police showed up outside their place They busted in the door, little realizing what they were in for Not two minutes later and they were outside again with looks of disgust and shock written on their faces Now the police were professional men who had worked some pretty bad cases But this would have to top the list as one of the most shocking crimes in recent times Inside that house, which was in complete disarray, lay the bodies of that family The sickly sweet smell in the air was an indication that the bodies were in the early stages of decay It was determined that the father had come home in an even bigger temper than he had before He knew what he was about to do before he even set foot through that door He went into the kitchen, opened up a cabinet draw and found what he was looking for A hefty meat tenderizer, he gabbed it and walked over to his wife, who was sitting down non the wiser Hearing something behind her, she turned around with a look of surprise but it was too late as she let out a terrified cry He picked up his weapon like a maniac and with a sicking CRACK the meat tenderizer and her skull did make impact And with that her lifeless body crumpled to the floor like an empty sack Next he went after his offspring Who where playing in their room, oblivious to the fact that they would soon meet their doom He picked up the littlest one by the hair, and tossed the child onto the bed without a care Then he held a pillow over the child's head until breath came no more It was a horrible scene, seeming to come out of this maniacs darkest dreams For his other child their fate was the same as their sibling For man or woman to commit acts such as these they would truly have to be insane I doubt even God knew what was going on in this monsters brain But he too was not to stay in the land of the living He overdosed on drugs, but just how much and what kind of drugs they were, the police were not willing to discuss So thats the story of what went on in my neighbourhood I apologize for the length and that some of the details were a little gory But before I finish, I want this to be understood I have no love for the place I live and trust me I'd move, if only I could. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Drunken_Koala [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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