The Horror Squad 2 by TJ Weeks Page B

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little boys watched him in admiration.
“That was cool Steven, how did you do
that?” Some of the boys asked.
    Steven only shrugged, afraid that if he spoke
that his voice may not be that of a child’s voice,
but of the adult voice that he had.
    Steven made his way to the hot metal slide
and climbed up. Everyone waited and watched
him knowing how hot the slide was. Steven
stood at the top and took four large steps down
it so that he did not have to endure the heat,
then jumped off of the end. The kids all clapped
and then dispersed.
    All of them ran and began to gather around
the table filled with presents and balloons and
more importantly at that age, the cake.
“Come on Steven!” They all belted out
looking his way.
    Steven looked one more time into the slide
and still saw himself as a little boy. He slowly
walked towards the table.
    “We are all waiting on you birthday boy.”
Sarah hollered in the sweet voice he
remembered.
    Steven arrived at the table with ten candles
already lit on the cake. He watched all of the
kids and listened to the Happy Birthday tune
being sang and quickly blew out all of the
candles. The group clapped and encouraged
him to cut the cake. He grabbed a knife that sat
to the side of the cake and cut the first piece, he
tore open the paper plates from the bag by the
side of the table and handed the first piece to
Sarah. She looked at him with admiration and
took the first piece as everyone made an
‘awww’ sound that they did not get it.
    Little hands outstretched in front of him as
he cut the rest of the pieces and placed them on
plates and handed them out. He was finally able
to put a piece on a plate for him and then
decided against it and sat it to the side. He
looked up at all of his happy cake eating
friends; all of their mouths hung open, their
jaws were clapping open and then shut and
open again; their faces were smeared with
green icing. Some began to growl and their
faces had become distorted in different ways.
Some of their eyes were sunk so far into their
head that you couldn’t see the color; some only
had one eye and some had one eye hanging out
of their heads. Their hands were reaching out to
him like they were asking for more cake and
they all were making their way around the table
towards him. Some of them stumbled and hit
their heads on the table and some fell and began
crawling to him. Sarah was now staring at him
with a blank look and her dress was torn and
dirty down the front with stains that made the
dress a deep brown color. Fast Freddy was
headed towards him with his teeth chomping at
him and fresh blood mixed with the icing
smeared around his mouth.
    Steven backed away from the group and tried
to decipher on what was happening and what to
do. He ran up the ladder to the platform where
he had stood earlier and watched them reaching
for him. The platform was small and low
enough that they were able to put their small
hands onto the platform and touch his shoes.
Steven would pick up his shoes and put it back
down every time he felt one of them touch it.
He stepped on a little boy’s finger and it came
off onto the platform. Steven quickly kicked it
off and stood inside the edge of the slide. He
squatted down thinking that if he went down
the slide and just ran that he would be able to
get away from them all. He looked into the
tunnel and then at the children that were trying
to attack him. He sat on his butt and stretched
his legs into the tunnel. He looked around the
outside of the slide and decided that he thought
he had a good idea until he felt something grab
his leg and pull. A growl echoed through the
slide and up into his ears. He peered down at
the noise and pulled his leg away from the tight
hold and watched Sarah slide back down the
slide and try and climb back up without the grip
on him. The small blue of her eyes that he
could still see told him that she was still in
there.
“Sarah,