Christmas horrors….by Logan
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I sit in a dress on the floor, enduring all the calls of my name to look their way. Lights flash as the large people take pictures. I’m bored, and look around at the tree and brightly colored paper on the floor. Eventually they tire of taking pictures, and I’m on the floor. They put several of the colored boxes around me, and are encouraging me to rip the paper. I like playing with paper, and have fun. The large people take the rest of the paper off the boxes, and put them in front of me. The items bombarding me with sounds and lights, my tiny eyes and ears can’t take so much. I turn away, and the large person called “mama” comforts me, giving me plastic blocks. I bang them together and put them in my mouth. It’s much better than the baby I had just escaped. She was trapped in a plastic box, and I helped to get her out. Her voice…it haunts me. Something about it bothered me to hear it, I couldn’t help but squint up my face when she talked. Her mouth didn’t move when she talked, and it all made sense. Especially when I saw the next gift.
The fuzzy red thing isn’t as tall as I am. Its large white eyes stare straight ahead, unblinking as it stood motionless just over an arm’s length away. I curiously reached towards it but my fingers jerked back as it began to move and make noise. Terror began to swell as it lurched towards me, laughing. I began to cry as it was swept away, and I was picked up and brought to safety. The larger people who feed and care for me kept calling it “Elmo”, but I know better. I now know what the robots will look like when the Robot Apocalypse comes, like my daddy has warned me. They will come as Elmo and plastic dolls, in homes all over the world, under the tree at Christmas.
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