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Dweedly Do

December 8, 2017
By Anonymous

“Dweedly do, Dweedly done. If it comes out you’d better run. It seems like it might just want to play, but I wouldn’t take the chance anyway. Run run run, as fast as you can, I can’t catch you, but Dweedly can. If it opens its mouth the sound will echo., the quieter it is… uh-oh.  It may sound far away, but it’s near and ready to play. It may look like a kitten, but if you pet it your fate’s already written. Everyone said there’s nothing wrong, but if you’ve heard this you’re dead and gone.”

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Violet screeched, “THE WIFI’S GONE?”


“Durrrrr, the tower went down an hour ago,” came from Nolan, her twin.


“Oh, right,” she said while observing the room around her. Their house was modest at most, pathetic at worst. The hardwood mahogany floors were barely polished since Consuela, the Mexican handmaid left because it was “Tortura y esclavitud para tratar con estos niños de Satanás todos los días.” Apparently, 6$ per hour wasn’t good enough for a house this big. As if, this house is half the size of the neighbour’s and none of their Mexicans complain. The velvet sofa that wraps around the Family Room was itchy, the yard was barely there, the kitchen was crappy with its marble counters. None of this was fair, Jill had everything! Her Mexicans were nice, her kitchen was bigger, her furniture didn’t itch and nothing she ever wore was over a week old. Jill’s phone was so new, compared to this fossil I lugged around. Mine came out three months ago! Three whole months! Can you believe it? Why did Mommy torture her like this? She pondered this while Nolan rustled through the darkness of the halls.

 

The halls were covered in trash, pizza boxes, candy wrappers, broken headphones, old phone cases, pennies that Violet didn’t want because she only took “big money”. All of which Nolan tripped over on his way through. Ever since Consuela left, nothing had hardly ever been done. The beautiful floors were murky in the places you could see them. Thinking about it now, he missed Consuela. She was always so kind to him, she was the only cleaning lady they had that hadn’t judged him. Speaking of which, Rhys should be here any minute. Practically swimming through the trash, he finally reached the stairs at the end of the hall. Trudging up to his room in the attic he could hear Violet distantly moving downward into her room in the basement. His sister was intolerable. When she didn’t have a phone glued to her face, all she did was complain about how bad she had it. How “poor” they were, how “unlucky” she was to have him as her brother. Apparently he attracted unwanted attention to her social circle. Lost in thought, he continued upstairs to his room.

 

“DDWWWEEEEEEEDDDLLLYYY DDDDOOOOO!” came a loud high pitched voice.


“Shut UP!” Violet screamed. GOD, did Nolan ever stop? First him and his little boyfriend got her publicly humiliated, now he won’t even shut up. The first few days of Nolan and Rhys’s relationship were absolute misery for her. All she heard about was how her brother liked boys. Wow! I would have never noticed. But hey, he was happy, for once. Rhys was nice enough, though she would never admit she had a slight crush on him. Violet quickly dismissed the thought, turning her music up, she drifted into sweet sleep.

 

Maybe Rhys was caught in traffic? This would be his first time coming here. His parents never liked Rhys, but his parents weren’t there. Grabbing his phone, he remembered that the towers were down for repair. He would have to leave Rhys a note on the door. Writing his note, he was interrupted by a sound that would chill the bones.


“DDWWWEEEEEEEDDDLLLYYY DDDDOOOOO!” It was shockingly loud and clear, as if the creature was in his head.


“Shut UP!” Violet’s muffled voice rose from the basement, confirming Nolan’s fears. The sound was real, and it was close. He opened the window to hear it clearer.


“DDWEEEEDDDLLLY DOOO!” it came again, farther away this time, and Nolan felt he was safe, settling back down, he finished his note, and ambled toward the door.

 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*



“NOLANNNNNNNNNNNN!” Rhys hollered from the front steps. “It’s cold out here! Come warm me up!”

 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

 

“DDWWWEEEEEEDDDDDDLLLLLYYYY DDDOOOOOOOOOO!” came a distant voice.


“Wha?” startled, Rhys knocked again. He could see movement inside the door. “Nolan?”

 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

 

“DDWWWEEEEEEDDDDDDLLLLLYYYY DDDOOOOOOOOOO!” came again, barely a whisper on the vanilla-laced breeze. But still no answer on the door. Rhys entered without knocking, worried that there was a problem. Luckily the door was unlocked. Entering the house, he noted the trash upon the floor and the empty hallway leading to the stairs, one set descending, one rising. He went upstairs first, but froze mid-step. He could faintly smell a strong, pungent smell from the basement, which was strange, because Violet always smelt nice.

Strangely like pineapples and oranges. And Nolan always smelt like fresh clover fields, Rhys’s favorite smell. But there was none of that, just strange, disgusting, unsettling stench. Slowly, carefully, he prepared himself, and opened the door.


Red. Red everywhere.


There were bones, picked clean down to the marrow, lining the bed, the floor, the window. The empty skulls of the twins sat there on the pillows. A warning, or a promise? He didn’t care. The only person he cared about was gone, and there was nothing he could have done. There he knelt, staring at the skulls, crying, praying to God for forgiveness. There he sat as he lived his last seconds. He knew it was over before he heard it, but when he heard that tiny sound, he said one last word to Nolan, and closed his eyes.


“Goodbye,” he murmured.


He didn’t care to look when that faint whisper was heard in his ear, and it all went black.

I awoke in shock. What is happening? Where am I? I laid there, wrapped around Nolan, slowing my breaths. It was a dream, Rhys. That’s all. I chanted to myself. Sweat drenched my face and chest, but yet the peaceful, sleeping face of Nolan calmed me, we were alive, and he was here with me. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that the sun was already rising. 6:28, great. Rising to take a shower, I passed the calendar, the date was April 17th, my birthday. I was officially 21, yay… I can drink legally, whoo… As if age stopped anyone from drinking. All of these thoughts flew through my head while I washed. Violet should be awake any minute, she was talking all about this last night. She seems nice enough, though she always gives me that strange look. She is a bit dependant on technology though. Never putting her phone down. Maybe, with Violet and Nolan, my birthday would mean something this year. I started getting out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I started to dry off. After drying, I tied the towel around my waist and walked back upstairs, hearing Violet’s alarm end abruptly, a sign she was awake. I got dressed, taking care not to wake Nolan. He was so cute when he slept, his angel-like features becoming even more serene. His short blond hair wild and uncombed. Nolan and Violet were as different as night and day. With his caramel eyes, hers emerald. His hair golden, hers dark brown with purple highlights. His social personality, her independent, cold attitude. But they lived so well together, their opposites filling a gap. And I was just there. But I fit. This thought made me happy, while I combed my onyx hair into Noland’s favorite style, making it mine. I stared into the mirror, gazing into my dark blue- almost purple eyes. Preparing myself for what was going to be the best day ever. I stood like this for so long, lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice when Nolan came and hugged me from behind.


“Good morning,” I beamed.


“Good morning,” Nolan replied in his adorably sleepy coo. “Imma take a shower,” he giggled, kissing me once on the forehead, and then walking toward the door.


“I’ll see you downstairs, I’ll get Violet,” I said, trailing after him.

Violet was already up, cooking breakfast.


“Nolan told me you like waffles. I thought this would be a good thing to start with. After presents-” I glared at her- “yes, presents, because you are a child. Anyways, after opening time, we’ll eat, then we’ll do whatever you want until lunch, then we go to where you want, then Chris will be here for Charades and dinner. Then me and Chris are going out after dinner for a bit, you and Nolan can do whatever you want for the night. Sound good?” she studied me like she would find me disappointed. But I wasn’t, far from it actually, it sounded great. It sounded like the best day ever.


“It sounds amazing, thank you,” I said, hugging her.


“Ooh, you smell like Nolan,” she said with a wink. Blushing, I helped finish breakfast, to Violet’s dismay. And set the table in time for Nolan to drag himself down here, looking adorable as usual.


“Your first present has arrived!” he said, sitting next to me while grabbing the pile of gifts and putting them next to me on the table.


“Let’s start with you then,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. Violet pretended to fall on the floor and die. I could get used to her as a sister.


“Open that one, it looks important,” she said, standing and pointing at a large green bag.


“Okay,” pulling it towards me, I couldn’t have been happier, until I opened it.


“Burn it.”


“What?” Violet looked startled.


“I said burn it. Burn it, shred it, send it to Hell for all I care, but make sure it is gone, now.”


For inside the box, was a small, lifelike kitten with sharp teeth. I pushed it away and it fell on the floor, causing some button to be pushed and for the sound to start.


“DDWWWEEEEEEDDDDDDLLLLLYYYY DDDOOOOOOOOOO!”



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