A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 14: Uncle Pinhead Leaves

That night, I met another one of my Uncles; Uncle Boogey better known as the Boogeyman. Uncle Boogey had apologized to Glen and I for scaring us. He told us that the only reason why he was in the house so that he could watch over us while the others were gone. Kind of made sense I guess. After Pinhead explained to everyone why Glen and I ran away from the house from earlier and why we were so scared, everyone relaxed and thanked Uncle Boogey for "watching" over us.
Everyone, including Uncle Boogey was gathered in the dining room once again. I sat between my dad and Uncle Leatherface this time. Uncle Pinhead called a family meeting and I knew where this was going. I think that everyone was going to discuss about mine and Glen's behavior and reactions when we saw what they did back at the house. For some reason, I still couldn't get Jeepers Creepers eating a human arm out my head. I mean he was eating a arm! A human arm! When I think about it, that human arm could of been mine if I wasn't a part of this family.
While we sat in silence, I felt someone starring at me. I thought it was maybe my father since because I wasn't talking to him earlier. When I looked up at him, he seemed to be starring at the wall. I started to feel uncomfortable as I looked across the table and saw Uncle Pinhead starring at me. I gulped and began to wonder if he read my thoughts. I hoped not. I didn't want to make matters worse and have an awkward relationship with Jeepers Creepers either.
I snapped out of my thoughts as I felt something nudging me. I looked over to see Uncle Leatherface nudging me in the arm. He motioned his head over at Uncle Pinhead.
"Is there something on your mind Ashley?", Uncle Pinhead questioned.
Ha, I knew it! He was reading my mind. I could tell by the smirk that was plastered on his face.
"Actually I do.", I replied. All eyes were on me then, including my dad's. "Back in the woods, why did you kill, that woman and whoever else was in that house? And Uncle Michael? Why did you kill that dog? He wasn't doing anything."
I heard a few sighs and I saw Uncle Michael getting out a notepad and pen and began to scribble. Everyone was watching him write. Once he was done, he passed the notepad down to Uncle Boogey, then Uncle Leatherface and then me. I took the note pad and began to read:
I really don't want to tell you Ashley. I will tell you when your a little older and the answer to your other question is the reason why we killed that family back in the woods is because we had to. We had to make sure no one was around us within ten to fifteen miles to see what we were doing and who we are. I mean, if someone knew that we were here, do you have any idea what would happen?
After I finished reading the note, I put the note pad down. I looked over at Uncle Michael and sighed. "But they weren't doing anything."
"Ashley, do you know why we kill?", I heard Uncle Chucky snap.
I looked over at him and shrug. "No." Then I was thinking of a smart comment. "I was hoping you would tell me."
Uncle Chucky rolled his eyes and snatched out a knife from his pocket and stabbed it in the table. "We kill because not only do we have to, but it makes us...feel relieved. There's nothing wrong with killing once in a while."
Everyone at the table except for Glen and I, nodded their heads in agreement.
"There are many reasons to kill.", Uncle Boogey added. "But mostly a killer's main reason to kill is to get revenge. I mean think about it. I know for a fact that most of you had a hard life before you died. Maybe things weren't going your way or maybe because people were treating you badly."
Everyone grew silent at the table and it occurred to me that Uncle Boogey was right. Maybe the only reason why my family killed was to get revenge. Was it true? I wondered what happened to them before they...became like this. I wondered what happened to Uncle Freddy and what made his skin so burnt really bad. Also, what happened to Uncle Pinhead and why did he have pins in his head? There were so many questions running through my mind and Uncle Pinhead must of read my thoughts as he gave me a stern look. I quickly looked away from him and turned back to Uncle Boogey as he continued talking.
"And let me not forget that some of us here sitting at this table was either murdered or left to die.", Uncle Boogey said.
I felt my dad shift in his chair next to me after Uncle Boogey said that. I looked over at him as I saw him fiddling with the edge of his machete. I didn't know my dad brought that to the table along with him. I hope he wasn't going to use it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Uncle Pinhead stood up from the end of the table. I looked over at him.
"Sorry everyone, we will discuss this another time. I have to leave." Uncle Pinhead said. I watched Uncle Pinhead walk out of the room and disappeared down the hall. I cocked my eyebrow and wonder where he was going. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Uncle Michael starring down at me. He opened his arms.
"I think we should get some rest.", I heard Aunt Esther say. Everyone nodded there heads in agreement and stood up and went to walk out. I let Uncle Michael pick me up. I guess he was going to tuck me in again. I wonder what time it was and that was when I looked up on the wall to read the clock: two thirty-five in the morning. Great.
"Goodnight daddy.", I called over Uncle Michael's shoulder. My dad didn't move until everyone else was gone. Uncle Michael carried me up the stairs and carried me towards my room. He opened the door and laid me down on my bed. The bed was cold and neatly made. Uncle Michael pulled out the covers and I crawled under.
"Goodnight Ashley.", I heard someone say.
I looked over Uncle Michael's arm and saw Uncle Boogey walking back to my closet. I smiled. At least I wasn't alone in my room incase something happened.
"Goodnight Uncle Boogey.", I replied.
I watched him open the closet and disappear inside. Uncle Michael walked over and shut the closet door and turned back to me.
"Uncle Michael?", I asked him. "I'm not really sleepy yet."
Uncle Michael came over and took a seat next to me. "You will be soon enough once you lay your head on that pillow."
I gasped. Uncle Michael spoke once again to me. A smile spread across my face and I reached my hand over to touch his mask. I ran my finger along the outline of his masked lips and said, "You finally talk. It's about time."
I let out a giggle and Uncle Michael took my hand off his mask and put it in his hand. I looked down at our hands and saw how very small mine was compared to his. Uncle Michael's hand was similar to my dad's hand; the same palm size, same finger length, same everything. I smiled.
"Why did Uncle Pinhead leave?", I asked. I remember watching Uncle Pinhead leave and wondered why he did. That was very unlike him. When Uncle Michael and I came up here, he wasn't in his room, not that seen anyway.
"He had to go take care of some business.", Uncle Michael replied.
"Like?"
Uncle Michael for the first that I heard, had let out a laugh and leaned over pull the covers over me. "Times like this, your Uncle would leave here and there to go check on things."
I cocked my eyebrow. "What kinds of things?"
"I think it's better if you asked him Ashley. Its really hard to explain what...well, what his job is.", Uncle Michael sighed.
I could tell in his voice that he was hiding something. I knew for a fact that he knew what Uncle Pinhead did for a living. He knew where Uncle Pinhead went, but why wouldn't he tell me. Maybe this was another thing that I had to wait for until I got older.
"Will he come back?", I asked.
Uncle Michael nodded. "Of course, but I'm not sure when though. Usually when he leaves, he's usually gone for about two weeks."
I gasped and quickly sat up in bed. "Two weeks!?"
Uncle Michael shushed me and laid me back down. He removed my bangs out from my eyes and told me that two week or not, Uncle Pinhead will come back sooner or later and when he does, I could ask him where he's been and then maybe Uncle Pinhead will tell me what he does, where he goes and other stuff about his life. I didn't want to be till I was older though, I wanted to know now.
"Get some sleep Ashley.", Uncle Michael sighed. "I'll see you in the morning."
I nodded my head and reached my arms up for a hug. Uncle Michael gave me a hug and pressed his masked lips on my forehead. He then stood up, walked over to the door and walked out. He left the door open and I could see that the hall light was still on. I looked out into the hall and I could see Aunt Esther across the hall in her bed, reading a book. I smiled at her and then laid back down in my bed and turned over. Uncle Michael was right, as soon as I hit my head on the pillow, I will go to sleep because right now, I felt myself drifting off into a deep slumber.