The Pizza Boy

This is a special post this week from The Guest.

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"Another pizza delivery boy has gone missing last night. Jonathan Harting's car was found abandoned in a ditch off Carter Avenue around 2 a.m. after he departed from his work to deliver to a nearby neighborhood. When he didn't return for over an hour and wouldn't answer his boss' call, he called the police to declare him missing. This marks the seventh delivery boy who has vanished in the past three months since the first, a Larry Wil…" The sound of the news drifted off as Scott looked out the window to see one of his delivery boys run through the rain in a hurry to get into his car.

"Please God don't let him get hurt," he thought to himself as he watched Colin drive off into the night.

Scott tried to tell his crew that they didn't have to deliver, or should at least go in pairs, but they all shrugged it off and joked to each other about getting killed by some crazed loon or abducted by aliens. Even if they were scared they wouldn't show it, and they sure as hell weren't going to miss the opportunity to make their money on tips. All he could do was wait anxiously for his boys to return safely every time they drove away.

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Mrs. Hill peaked through the blinds to see a car pull in her driveway and moved to answer the door, taking a second to collect herself as she heard her 2 little girls rush into the room yelling

"PIZZAAA!"

She opened the door but her porch light wouldn't turn on. She didn't think much of it and saw the man, his hat covering his face and his shadowy uniform looking strangely unkempt and ill-fitting in the darkness. As he approached she got an uneasy feeling but shrugged the feeling off, as this would just be an easy transaction that meant dinner for her kids. Sarah and Samantha pulled at her pant-legs, barely containing their excitement. The delivery man approached rather ominously, still barely visible from the light streaming from inside the house, and he seemed to gaze at the floor to hide his face from his onlookers.

"I saw on the delivery receipt that you requested a scary story," he said rather low-toned to Mrs. Hill.

"I know it's strange", she giggled softly "but my girls love scary stories, no matter how much I don't".

As she looked at the man, waiting for a chuckle or an odd glance, she saw him utterly still.

"If you want a story", he began "I'll give you one".

She could see a sinister grin peek out from under the bill of his hat.

"This isn't the first time I've put on a uniform that didn't belong to me", the man said "As I recall there have been 7 other uniforms, each one a little too small or a little too big for me".

Mrs. Hill felt a sudden chill take her whole body, she recalled from passing memory hearing the news of all the delivery boys going missing in the surrounding area. She wanted to back away, to slam the door shut, or to even strike out at the figure standing before her… But she couldn't move.

"I dragged them from their cars first, so as not to leave a trace of the gore to come inside their vehicle".

Samantha and Sarah's grip tightened around their mother's leg as they began to feel that this situation wasn't quite right; something was terrifying about this man and they could feel their mother trembling.

"Then I stripped them of their uniforms so as not to ruin its condition. They fought, but I was always stronger."

She couldn't take it anymore, she tried to tell him to leave, move or do anything, but only a small gasp left her mouth as tears began to well in her eyes. Her daughters' fingers dug into her legs as they began to bawl their eyes out, begging for the man to leave and for their mom to take them inside.

"After that I took their heads, I like to leave them in the passenger seat until I complete their last delivery for them." His grin turned into a smile from ear-to-ear as the mother and her daughters all became hysterical but still, they didn't move.

The man then began to laugh, but what surprised Mrs. Hill was that it wasn't the laugh of a maniac, but that of a teenage boy who just pulled off the biggest prank of his life. As he laughed he looked up to reveal the face of a much-too-amused-with-himself delivery boy.

Colin kept laughing as he tried to squeeze out the words "I'm sorry", but he was still too pleased with his performance.

The mother became irate and frantic, she began to shout "I can't believe you'd try to traumatize my little girls like tha-" her words suddenly stopped as she toppled over like a marionette-doll that had its strings cut.

The two daughters stood there, heads held low staring at the floor. All the lights in the house began to flicker and go out one by one as black tendrils seeped out from under the mother like shadows, and retreated to the girls. Colin dropped the pizzas he was carrying and began to back away but something came over him and he felt as if his feet were stuck to the concrete stairs. His whole body froze and all he could do was stare at the girls as their black eyes rose to meet his.

In unison they spoke, "You aren't the first delivery boy we've encountered either," they giggled, "you should make number eight… In this town at least."

Colin's jaw opened as he tried to scream, only for nothing to come out. His tears traced along his face and dripped off his chin as he stared into the empty eyes of the twins. He could see his reflection staring back at him in the girls' glistening dark eyes, and was horrified to see how scared he looked. The void of darkness seemed to suck him in and he started to lose all sense of time and self; only feeling an inexplicable pain of emptiness.

"Oh and that wasn't a scary story," they chuckled once again. "This is."

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