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 his dis-obedience. He wanted to get revenge with his parents and make them pay for sending him to bed early.

Charlotte and Greg were relaxing in the living room; watching adult theater from an oracle that was given to them by a peddler named Vazeer. Greg worked long hours and barely got to see his wife. The 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 marriage was taking a backseat and they were losing 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. They were both trying to get to sleep because they had to work in the morning. Trunt’s father let out a yawn and looked at his son.

“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. He did play games with a creature that had rototiller blades on her head. They played hide and go seek and she was his imaginary friend.

“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 allowed 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 kiss good night.

“Sleep tight and don’t let the boogey man get you,” replied Greg as he blew out the candle 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 with lamp. Charlotte walked over to her son and calmed him down by giving him a hug. Little Trunt looked scared and was clammy.

“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 mommy, but that’s her name,” cried Trunt.

“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!” began Greg, “we can’t be alone for one night with out any 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 to 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 suddenly felt scared and didn’t want to be alone. He then 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 let out a snarl.

The tall female creature had long black hair with blades of a rototiller on either side of her head. She also had blades that turned by her hands.

“It’s time for you to come with me,” she growled as the blades began moving with the sound of a lawn mower.

Trunt let out a scream for help. 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 games.”

Charlotte nodded and they went back to sleep. The Rototiller Bitch chased after Trunt and slaughtered him into a million little pieces before eating his heart. Blood was all over the room before the bitch 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 dropped the tray of food and let out a scream, which woke up Greg. He ran into the bedroom to see her crying, “the Rototiller Bitch ate our son!”

The Lady in the Closet

The Rototiller Bitch