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Alan, a paid babysitter, is attacked by two 7-year-old children, Timothy and Roby, who are lured by one of the boys' fondness for licking. Alan manages to stop the attacks and sends the children to bed, but later receives a strange IM from a girl named Susan Logan, who is attractive and mysterious. Suddenly, a figure appears in front of him, claiming to be the "Collector." The collector reveals that Alan had died earlier and is now being collected. The collector taunts Alan about the events that transpired that night, including the attack by the children and the IM from Susan. The collector then proceeds to consume Alan, taking him to a new realm.
The Collector (horror story) Watching kids did have its benefits, Alan though as he typed into his instant messenger program. The glow of the computer screen was projected perfectly in his bright blue eyes. It was about 10pm.
Yeah, these kids were absolute menaces but he was being paid well for it. There were only two of them, thank god. (In which one had a certain fondness for licking) Both of them were 7 years old. Timothy was the ring leader of the two. He seemed to seed the idea of attacking Alan with an arsenal of plastic swords, sticks and anything else that would be easy to wield and cause a good amount of pain. Roby, who seemed to prove ADHD was in fact a real disorder, was missing a front tooth and always seemed to have red punch stains over his lips. He was also the licker.
Alan stopped typing to look at the welt on his arm. It had been from the 3rd and most violent attack that took place that night. He had just turned on the computer when he heard the charge. After attempting to play along with the first two attacks he was fed up. He got to his feet and demanded they stop. Timothy came to a halt but Roby kept a steady pace with his broken bamboo sword high in the air and a sugar induced manic smile. Alan gave one more shout and tried to take the stick away from him but the blow struck him right below the wrist. That was when he sent them to bed. Seven o clock, was it? Alan couldn’t help but smiling. You bastards having fun now?
He heard laughter down the hall and another voice shush. Alan turned around and looked over at the hallway. Are those fuckers still awake? Right as he was going to get up and investigate he heard the sound of a buddy logging on. It was Susan Logan.
Alan felt something stir deep in his stomach. Susan Logan was absolutely gorgeous. The last time Alan saw her, she was in the high school bathroom. Her smooth legs and perfect butt were accentuated by the skirt. Her breasts were small but beautifully shaped under that soft, blue cotton shirt. He remembered her pleas before he had the most explosive sex of his life. Without a second thought, he had sent the IM towards her screen name.
She wasn’t responding. Damn. He sighed and accepted. A girl like that must be assaulted by desperate IM’s every moment she’s logged on. Perhaps wait a moment and let her settle in. Yes, she must be checking her email and getting ready to respond back to those who had IM’ed her as she logged on. The sound of footsteps sounded right behind Alan.
Before Alan could turn around he felt some sort of cold metal bar push into his neck. He jerked around as fast as he could but nothing was behind him. He looked around the empty house and turned back to the screen. What in the fuck just happened?
An odd feeling came over him as he tried to recall the event that had just taken place. Every time he played it back in his mind, it became foggier. Did I really feel anything? Didn’t I hear something right when I turned around? Something loud and distant?
He stared at the keyboard. What was troubling him so much? He looked at the desk and thought he saw some red paint droplets on top of it. Before any further investigation, the sound of a received instant message jolted his eyes back to the screen. It wasn’t from anyone on his buddy list. After another glance over his shoulder, Alan opened the message.
"Hello Alan, I’m happy to have finally met you.” The message read.
Its screen name was Beolz. Alan read it twice over.
“uh, Hi. Who is this?” Alan asked. Beolz was quick to answer.
“I am the collector, Alan.”
“The What? What do you mean, The Collector?” Alan felt himself leaning closer to the bright screen as he typed his response.
“Alan, even you must know what a collector does. It gathers things up and brings them to their rightful places.“
“ok umm, I don’t know who you are but I need to go.” Alan typed already feeling a little weirded out about Beolz using his first name. He moved his mouse over to close the messenger program.
“I really wouldn’t do that Alan. See, if you try and close this box, I might have to frighten you more.” Alan felt his insides give a quick drop and his vision narrow to the screen. He didn’t respond but simply waited.
“Good. Now Alan, something quite funny has happened this evening. Those kid you where watching…” Alan shut the box and sighed off the messaging program. A deep spark of fear was ablaze in his body. Alan searched his mind about who could possibly be doing this to him. I bet you it was those fucking kids. Yeah, they found a laptop and somehow where fucking with him from another room. Alan felt the seed of anger and desperately clung onto it. Those fuckers are going to die!
But before Alan could do anything, the screen flashed. As it went black, Alan noticed for the first time that all the lights were off around him. It was pitch dark for a moment. Then it came on his screen.
The image was the single worst thing Alan had ever seen in his entire existence. It was some sort of ram like head eating into the face of another human. The image began moving. He could hear the desperate voice squealing and the greedy goat’s jaws gnawing into it. Alan face contorted as his whole being filled with terror. Blinding terror. The image turned off but his face stayed the same. The messenger program came back on.
“Alan, I’m sorry you had to see that but I was very hungry.” Alan’s face was still frozen in horror.
“I’m always hungry, Alan. I really did like you but that hurt my feelings when you so rudely shut the messenger box.”
“wa.. what in the fuck are you?” Alan’s trembling voice managed to get out, forgetting to type.
“Alan, I am the collector. I collect those who need collecting and help them on their way. But before they can be on their way, I eat them. I eat them all up. Every last bit. They are the dead Alan. ” A vile stench filled the room. Alan’s felt a new wave of terror fill him. The computer no longer displayed that message. It was coming from a raspy voice now behind him.
“Why are you here?” Alan asked in a voice he no longer recognized as his own. He dared not to look behind him.
“Alan, you died tonight and were on the list to be collected. It’s really quite that simple.” Said the raspy voice. It had a strange echo to it.
“Died..” Alan began to cry. “I didn’t-“
“Alan, I think we both know what happened. But perhaps you need to be reminded. You remember those kids you were watching? They thought it would be funny if they got daddy’s play gun and held you up. It really is too bad you turned around so fast. They blew your entire head off.”
Alan sickeningly looked at the red droplets all over the desk. Peering down, he saw pools of blood and flesh.
“Yes, It’s a pity you’re being collected. But that’s the price of rape Alan. In fact, I was sure to set up something special for Susan. She’s going to have front row seats for the feeding. She will see it in her dreams.” Beolz said with a voice of amusement.
Alan couldn’t believe any of this was happening. He didn’t believe it until the feeding began. Before he blacked out, he saw Beolz's goat snout burrow deep into his stomach. It's eyes were unfocused, like a shark’s. Beolz was completly silent as he consumed Alan fully.
After Alan was collected, he entered a new realm, one which cannot be contained in human words.
The End
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