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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Comedy / Humor
- Published: 09/28/2013
Kitkatika
Born 1963, F, from Loule, PortugalKitkatika
Bobby and his two little friends Ben and Joey loved playing in the old biscuit factory whenever they got the chance. It had been vacant until recently. They had noticed a sign that stated in big, bold letters, ‘Redevelopment.’ Undeterred the three young lads still scaled the wall and mooched around the place, making sure they kept out of the way of the new security guard. Bobby was sure that the man guarding the big old building would be a forced to be reckoned with, fully uniformed with a face like thunder. He shared his thoughts with Ben and Joey and watched them nod in instant agreement. Eight years had made them little men against the world....or so they thought. “The last time we were in there I heard a horrible dragging noise.” Whispered Joey with wide eyes to which Ben asked, “like a dead body being dragged along?” The little boy slowly nodded and added, “Then I heard a loud crack, like a bone being snapped.”
The three little boys shuddered in their knee length trousers, beginning to regret the conversation. Bobby muttered, “Well we better stop going.” Joey did not want to and replied, “Why? We have got legs and we can use them to run away. Besides it will be more fun knowing that the Kitkatika might get us.” Ben looked confused and asked, “Kitkatika?” to which Joey chuckled and explained, “Yes the monster I heard, dragging the dead body and snapping bones.” Bewildered Bobby asked, “Why Kitkatika?” Joey threw his eyes upward and retorted, “Because it lives in the old biscuit factory.”
Scared and with images of a grotesque monster roaming around the old building they decided to vote on what to do. Should they return or stay away? Bobby pulled out a coin and declared, “Heads we go and tails we don’t” He spun the coin and three eager boys watched in awe. It landed and gasps left each one of them. “Heads.” said Ben flatly. Not wanting to lose face and look sissy Joey remarked, “Well we normally go over about now, so let’s go.” He turned around and started to walk towards the big old building, so the others followed. Once there the mood was taut. Normally they would be racing one another, scaling the wall laughing while cracking jokes. Not this time. Somber mood prevailed as did thoughts of being taken hostage by the Kitkatika.
The large open space no longer felt inviting, and now felt intimidating, so much so Bobby hoped that the security guard would appear giving them an excuse to run home. No such luck. So they followed the same tried and tested routine. Slipping through the window, flapping open on a useless hinge. Once inside they loved to explore the nooks and crannies, so Joey coaxed, “Come on! We can go up the corridor.” Reluctantly Bobby and Ben walked forward, but froze when a dragging noise filled the air. They could not move and stared with fear as the noise Joey had described earlier continued. Joey eventually mouthed, “It’s the Kitkatika with another body.”
Terrified they heard a thud. Joey’s eyes widened as he whispered, “He’s thrown the body down.” Would they be next? It looked like it! Not long after the thud came a crisp crack. “Oh no, he’s snapped a bone or something,” gasped Joey to the petrified boys. Finally young legs sprung into action and fled. Each tried to out run the other for fear that they were next on the Kitkatika’s menu. Out of breath, still disturbed and promising each other they would never ever return to the big old building, they arrived home.
Meanwhile Old Ralph Jacobs was still sitting where the youngsters had left him. Neither had been aware of the other. The day he landed the security guard job he had thanked his lucky stars. His disability had always let him down. Not this time though, the employers recognized that he was reliable, trustworthy and worth employing. The leg he’d injured years ago and dragged had not fazed them and they’d looked past it. He’d made such an impact on them that they had given him a bonus and a big box of biscuits. The four finger type. Of course he had shared them with family, but he had kept a few for him to eat on his break. That break was just about to end, but before it did he decided to have a quick look out of the window. A dragging noise filled the air as he moved towards it and the same on return. He collapsed into the chair with a thud then took out the biscuit carefully wrapped earlier. Admiring the last two fingers and remembering the taste of the ones he had recently demolished he broke them. A loud snap filled the air and the Kitkatika enjoyed the last bite.
Annie Frame. Copyright September 2013.
Kitkatika(Annie Frame)
Kitkatika
Bobby and his two little friends Ben and Joey loved playing in the old biscuit factory whenever they got the chance. It had been vacant until recently. They had noticed a sign that stated in big, bold letters, ‘Redevelopment.’ Undeterred the three young lads still scaled the wall and mooched around the place, making sure they kept out of the way of the new security guard. Bobby was sure that the man guarding the big old building would be a forced to be reckoned with, fully uniformed with a face like thunder. He shared his thoughts with Ben and Joey and watched them nod in instant agreement. Eight years had made them little men against the world....or so they thought. “The last time we were in there I heard a horrible dragging noise.” Whispered Joey with wide eyes to which Ben asked, “like a dead body being dragged along?” The little boy slowly nodded and added, “Then I heard a loud crack, like a bone being snapped.”
The three little boys shuddered in their knee length trousers, beginning to regret the conversation. Bobby muttered, “Well we better stop going.” Joey did not want to and replied, “Why? We have got legs and we can use them to run away. Besides it will be more fun knowing that the Kitkatika might get us.” Ben looked confused and asked, “Kitkatika?” to which Joey chuckled and explained, “Yes the monster I heard, dragging the dead body and snapping bones.” Bewildered Bobby asked, “Why Kitkatika?” Joey threw his eyes upward and retorted, “Because it lives in the old biscuit factory.”
Scared and with images of a grotesque monster roaming around the old building they decided to vote on what to do. Should they return or stay away? Bobby pulled out a coin and declared, “Heads we go and tails we don’t” He spun the coin and three eager boys watched in awe. It landed and gasps left each one of them. “Heads.” said Ben flatly. Not wanting to lose face and look sissy Joey remarked, “Well we normally go over about now, so let’s go.” He turned around and started to walk towards the big old building, so the others followed. Once there the mood was taut. Normally they would be racing one another, scaling the wall laughing while cracking jokes. Not this time. Somber mood prevailed as did thoughts of being taken hostage by the Kitkatika.
The large open space no longer felt inviting, and now felt intimidating, so much so Bobby hoped that the security guard would appear giving them an excuse to run home. No such luck. So they followed the same tried and tested routine. Slipping through the window, flapping open on a useless hinge. Once inside they loved to explore the nooks and crannies, so Joey coaxed, “Come on! We can go up the corridor.” Reluctantly Bobby and Ben walked forward, but froze when a dragging noise filled the air. They could not move and stared with fear as the noise Joey had described earlier continued. Joey eventually mouthed, “It’s the Kitkatika with another body.”
Terrified they heard a thud. Joey’s eyes widened as he whispered, “He’s thrown the body down.” Would they be next? It looked like it! Not long after the thud came a crisp crack. “Oh no, he’s snapped a bone or something,” gasped Joey to the petrified boys. Finally young legs sprung into action and fled. Each tried to out run the other for fear that they were next on the Kitkatika’s menu. Out of breath, still disturbed and promising each other they would never ever return to the big old building, they arrived home.
Meanwhile Old Ralph Jacobs was still sitting where the youngsters had left him. Neither had been aware of the other. The day he landed the security guard job he had thanked his lucky stars. His disability had always let him down. Not this time though, the employers recognized that he was reliable, trustworthy and worth employing. The leg he’d injured years ago and dragged had not fazed them and they’d looked past it. He’d made such an impact on them that they had given him a bonus and a big box of biscuits. The four finger type. Of course he had shared them with family, but he had kept a few for him to eat on his break. That break was just about to end, but before it did he decided to have a quick look out of the window. A dragging noise filled the air as he moved towards it and the same on return. He collapsed into the chair with a thud then took out the biscuit carefully wrapped earlier. Admiring the last two fingers and remembering the taste of the ones he had recently demolished he broke them. A loud snap filled the air and the Kitkatika enjoyed the last bite.
Annie Frame. Copyright September 2013.
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