Curiosity Kills

Story by
Neha Dhunna
Read by
Ricky Chand
Artwork and Video by
Cole Webber
Music by
Jaan Patterson

It was the middle of the night when I woke up, and had trouble falling asleep again. So, I got up and stood by the window gaining a clear view into the backyard.

The crickets chirped, a peculiar sound that has always given me comfort. The soft breeze whistled, pulling the trees back.

The shrub beneath rustled, when a dark figure emerged in the corner of the backyard. He held a shovel in his left hand, tapping it against the floor. My heart clenched in fear. Backing away from the window, I went back to my bed and hid under the covers praying it was all just a dream. Perhaps an hour had passed, maybe even longer. I lost track of time as the thumping continued below my window.

I prayed silently, unaware when the darkness had washed over me.

The next morning when I awoke, curiosity drove me down the flight of stairs and into the backyard. When I reached the exact spot the figure had been standing, I noticed fresh soil roughly patted down.

I sat down, staring at the surface. Digging the soil away with my hands, I stumbled backwards; the pit was filled with several infant hands and feet, all of which were covered in dry blood.

My heart pounded in my chest. Looking closer at the pit, I noticed a piece of paper. Slowly, I reached towards it, my hands shaking the entire time.

Opening it carefully, I found writing on the inside. It said “How did you sleep?”

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