The Paperboy, The Monsters, and The Pit

Kyle, Tom, and Kevin enter the cafeteria on a Tuesday afternoon. Each kid holds various containers designed for holding food and drinks, and as they lazily slump into the plastic chairs that were haphazardly pushed under the table after their previous uses, the room echo's of violent thwop-pops and elongated scraw-jips as Tupperware lids fly open and plastic bags release their treasures. 
"You got to be kidding me!" Tom rolls his eyes. 
Kyle, with a mouth full of cold pizza, mumbles in empathy, "Mom packed ya spinach again, huh?" 
Tom tosses the soggy spinach down onto the table with a resounding glop. 
"She knows I hate this stuff! I swear, I've almost reached my breaking point with this stuff!" 
"Why don't you just pack your own lunch." Kevin attempts to speak through teeth caked with hot dogs. A drip of ketchup falls from Kevin's lip and collides with the table. Tom just glares at Kevin in disdain. 
"You don't get it, man. I've told her, like, fifty times. 'I don't like spinach', but does she listen? Nooooooo!" 
Tom raises his right hand to his forehead. 
"I swear, I'm up to here with this!" 
"Well, at least you're not a paperboy like me." Kyle wipes his mouth of the residual pepperoni grease with a cheap paper napkin. 
"Why?" Tom looks at Kyle in slight confusion. 
"You talking about that time when you saw those... those things, right?" Kevin chimes in, he has already begun digging into his chocolate pudding cup. 
Tom spins around to Kevin, "What the heck are you guys talking about?" 
Kyle, wipes off his hands with another napkin, folds his hands in front of him and leans in quietly. Tom and Kevin follow suit. 
"Y'see, I'm the local 12-year-old paperboy, always on time for my paper routine every day."
"Yeah, we get it. You're the hotshot paperboy." Tom says, he then points at him. 
"Still owe my dad those free coupons for a free Chick-Fil-A sandwich. My dad's been asking me over and over, he's driving me crazy."
Kyle continued on.
 
"Yeah don't worry, I'm still asking my boss if he can give them to me. I promise I'll deliver it. Anyway back to my story. 
One day, I develop an unhealthy obsession with girls. Then, when my parents were away on a business trip and left the attractive psychology student Sandy O'Reilly to babysit me, I fell completely in love with her. My lust for her is strong, and when I drop my napkin at the dinner table, and when I reaches for it, I used the opportunity to look at Sandy's panties."
"Dude!" Kevin high fived Kyle, "Way to catch hook, line, and sinker!" 
"Thanks." Kyle said. 
"Anyway, during one of my conversations with Sandy, I asked her if she can keep a secret. I revealed that in the forest, I have found a pit full of mysterious creatures, which I can recall as... Um, half human, half monster lookin' creatures..."
Kyle pondered at the thought of what the creatures are. Till he snapped his fingers.
"They were more like four foot, black Gremlins with orange eyes with slit pupils than those people in costumes we would see in those 80's B-movie horror films. Which I took care of by feeding them raw meat. They would just stare at me while making those really eerie noises like, like those loud, horrible screeching noises red foxes make. I stole money from Sandy's purse in order to obtain meat for the creatures. Kevin here suggests feeding people to the creatures, but I take my own advice. 
After I run out of hamburger meat from the fridge, I takes Sandy to the pit, where she accidentally fell in and is eaten by the monsters. Heartbroken and angry, I lowered a rope into the pit, and the monsters escape. I know, I know, it was a stupid remark. But I just couldn't take it, they were begging for me to let them out for weeks after I met them. After rampaging through the countryside, they are tracked down and chased back to their pit, where they are shot by the local police and buried in it. In order to avoid panic, the killings are blamed on 'Wild Dogs'".
Tom, now sitting on the edge of his seat, blinked "Soooo. Then what happened?"
"Well," Kyle continued, "My parents heard about the monsters, so we had to move to another neighborhood to escape the house. Cause they were afraid that the creatures would come back and try to what I assumed, was their horrible vengeance against me for 'setting them up'. The house I'm currently living in is 105 Gemini Drive."
"So that's it? What happened after that? There had to have been some way of knowing that there are more of them left." Tom exclaimed.
"Oh, there were more of them I assure you. But most of them have died during the gunfire from the cops and was buried by construction workers soon after."
"Just desserts, I say!" Kevin commented. He just shook his head as he started to clean up his empty containers.
"Well, here's real punchline. One day this month of October, I was picking out pumpkins for my family who was at work, till I saw those darn creatures glaring at me. Told ya there were more."
"What did you do?" Tom asked, clearly interested in Kyle's story.
"Same as anyone would of done in those horror films, got myself out of there. I did not look back, I ran inside the corn maze as I could hear the monsters running after me. I ran throughout the maze, trying to get those darn things to loose focus on where I'm at. I was lost as well, I tried to find a way out, knowing that these creatures, whatever they are, are not smart enough to find they're way through mazes. As I finally got out of there, I ran to my bike and sped off to the local Farm Fresh and got me a pumpkin. But, when I got home. I saw my dad early from work as he said this morning, but he was in his room, splayed open from his throat to his pelvis, rib cage and organs exposed. His hands twisted into contorted knots of flesh and knuckle. His face, warped into an expression of unrelenting anguish and fear, eyes wide, jaw locked, nose broken and twisted. In his left hand, its last cadence drawing to a close, was my dad's own heart. Half eaten, with the creature's own saliva dripping from his hand."
"Jesus!" Tom had to hold back the vomit by covering his mouth.
"After that, my dad's business shut down that office. I think they turned it into a… a International Financial Data Services." Kyle finished his chilling tale with a solemn sip of soda.
Tom rubbed his eyes, "Whoa! Wait a minute. What ever happened to you're mom?" 
"This is when I'm supposed to say 'That's the strange thing…' but it's not really that strange. When they finally opened up the office, the only person in there was mom. One of the workers even said she never actually saw the creatures, she only heard a voice… or at least what sounded like a voice. And those things hasn't been seen since." 
"That story's completely bull!" Kevin exclaimed. 
Kyle and Tom spun around to glare at Kevin for breaking the mood. 
"What?" Tom inquired. "Like you know exactly what happened." 
"I just know that that's not how it happened." Kevin calmly stated as he adjusted his glasses. 
"OK, hotshot. How do you know?" Kevin jested. 
"Because…" Kevin leaned in close. Kyle and Tom match Kevin's movement. "The police doesn't know I'm here, yet." 
Just then as Kevin said this with a sinister looking smile, the teacher leans into the break room. "Hey Kev, time to clean you're tray and head for Spanish class." 
As he did so, Kevin turns to them before he heads out and took off his glasses to reveal, orange eyes with slit pupils. Kyle and Tom jumped out of they're seats in mass hysteria. 
"See ya after class, boys."
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