The Rototiller Bitch  

The night was humid and seven year old Trunt Jackson stared at the ceiling unable to sleep. It was only nine o’clock and the little boy was very angry about being sent to bed early for being disobedient. He would get revenge with them and make them pay for sending him to bed early. Charlotte and Greg were relaxing in the living room watching an adult theater from an oracle that was given to them by a peddler, Greg worked long hours and barely got to see his wife.

Those days of being together and reflecting on their fine qualities were gone. The only thing to look forward was working at his job none stop to pay for the house, property, taxes, and the baby. Their days of marriage was taking a backseat and they were loosing connection. It was so nice to be home and both parents were happy to have some time alone from their son who was a handful.

It soon grew late and Trunt was playing and heard them walk past the door. An evil sneer emerged on Trunt’s face as he looked at his clock and waited for it to strike midnight. There was nothing to hear accept the ringing in his ears. Suddenly, Trunt let out a scream like nothing before and his parents came running into the bedroom.

Trunt kept screaming and his mother picked him up as his dad tried to wake up by rubbing his eyes. “What’s the matter?” she asked. Trunt couldn’t think of what to say and decided to make up one of his fictional characters when playing in his room. “The Rototiller Bitch is in my room,” he replied. “Trunt that’s not very nice to say to your mother You know there is no swearing aloud in the house,” ordered his father. “Yea I suppose your right,” answered Trunt as he smiled. I’m glade you’re here.” Both parents tucked their son in bed and gave him a hug and kiss good night. “Sleep tight and don’t let the boogey man get you,” replied Greg as he turned off the light and shut the door.

They looked at each other and walked back into their room. It had been a long time since they made love. Greg kissed his wife and picked her up in his arms while walking to the bed. Charlotte smiled as she felt his strong hands touch her abdomen and tickled her rib cage. She reached her hands to touch his bristly face. They were about to take off their clothes when they heard a scream from Trunt’s bedroom. Both parents got out of bed once again and left to see what was going on. They could hear him screaming none stop like he was on fire. Greg opened the door and they walked in. Charlotte walked over to her son and calmed him down by giving him a hug. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “The Rototiller Bitch came out of by closet!” “What did we say about swearing?” asked Greg. “It’s not nice to swear in front of mother, But that’s her name.” “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear that kind of language from you,” said Greg. “Now honey, I want you to try to get some sleep,” said Charlotte as she lit a candle. She tucked her son in bed with a kiss on the cheek and left.

Greg and Charlotte were back in their bedroom making love under the covers and embracing each other in oneness like no other. After hours of kissing and touching they heard some more screaming. “What the hell!” replied Greg. “We can’t be alone for one night with no interruptions.” ‘”I’m about ready to be the Rototiller Bitch at the rate he keeps screaming,” answered Charlotte as she started laughing.

Trunt was in bed laughing and then started screaming again. He was having fun waking up both parents in the middle of the night and making them go into his room. Suddenly, the door opened and once again it was his parents. “Mommy, daddy, the Rototiller Bitch is here!” Both parents looked at each other. “Listen to me,” began Charlotte. “This is not a game! Go to sleep or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?” “I understand,” answered Trunt. “So no more screaming waking up the dead,” replied Greg. Once again, both parents tucked their child into bed and walked back to their bedroom to get some sleep.

Trunt sat in his bed and looked around at the walls. He was scared and didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly he heard a nightmarish sound that could only be interpreted as a motor. Trunt ran to the door to see what it was and opened it and what entered could only be seen as his worst nightmare. “The Rototiller Bitch!” exclaimed Trunt as he screamed in horror. “You called my name and here I am to take you away!” She laughed. The very tall female creature had long black hair with blades of a rototiller next to her head. She also had blades that turned by her hands. It’s time for you to come with me,” replied the Rototiller Bitch as the blades started moving and the ripping sound of a lawn mower. Trunt let out a wail of a scream. Greg and Charlotte woke up, but this time they decided to stay in bed. “No honey,” began Greg, “He’s got to learn that he can’t play these games.” Charlotte nodded and they went back to sleep. The Rototiller Bitch chased after Trunt and slaughtered him in pieces before eating his heart. Blood was all over the room before she left.

The next morning Charlotte knocked on Trunt’s door with a tray of food. She knocked again and then again. Then the third time before turning the door knob where she saw blood all over the bed and floor. Charlotte let out a scream, which woke up Greg and he ran into the bedroom to see her crying, “The Rototiller Bitch ate our son!”

The Rototiller Bitch
Ryan Keith Johnson
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