Like a Sport

Hi, I'm Samantha. I'm 20 years old, I go to university, and I'm in counseling. Most people think I act weird and look weird too. I have an ugly smile, and my hair is bright red and I have freckles. I also have blue eyes and very pale skin. Oh well, at least I get good grades.

I went home every day to hear strange noises in the basement. I'd laugh at the thought of what is going on down there. It can be hard to imagine, although I spent most of my time down there. The time I didn't spend down there is the time I use to draw pictures, usually ghosts. I just loved horror.

My mom then usually would call me down to the basement. I would get down to that room and usually find my mom smiling. We talked for a bit, and then we ate some sandwiches she had made. This was the life.

My father was a construction worker. It was a really good job. He supplied the money since my mom was jobless. He was paid pretty well. That is how we could afford our stuff. Did I forget to mention we lived down a long path in the woods? No neighbors, but still close enough to the university to ride my bike there.

Anyway, let's get back to the original story. After the sandwiches, we would go to a room in the basement with muffled screams. You see, my mom would pick up people in the soup kitchen, telling them she would drop them off at their house. Instead, she'd bring them to our place and tie them down. That's why we needed to be in the woods. No unexpected guests.

She would hand me a pair of box cutters, and we'd sit on a stool in front of the unfortunate visitor. We'd sit there, taunting him. We shouted threats, toyed with his mind. Sometimes, I'd put the box cutters inches from the eye of the person, making them wince. My favorite part is when they would scream as if someone would save them.

Then, after my adrenaline was pumped, my mom would tell me to go outside of the room. Sometimes I would protest, but she stood firm. If only dad had joined us, but he said he was too busy. After I left the room, I would hear loud screams, usually lasting for a whole five minutes. Maybe sometime in the near future, I can participate in the last bit. It is after all, like a sport to me.

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