Sweet Like Honey

Sweet like Honey

To sleep is to dream, to dream is to rest,
and while within those folds of such peaceful slumber you don’t realise
the spooky and dangerous goings on that could alter your fate forever.
Spooky things such as monsters that live above, those tiny little
scratching noises, of scurrying tiny feet whizzing backwards and
forwards going fourth to seek out the door to the outside This thing,
this monster has wanted hungered for your sweet taste of innocence for
so long that it just wants to find a way out to get to you.

You
have mentioned occasionally within the early hours of getting ready for
the school run in the mornings that you fear that you might be being
haunted by the bogeyman or one of his many other scary friends while
your Mom packs you a juice box and a green apple for school hoping that
you eat the apple but in truth you will just give to your teacher. You
have muttered that you are scared of the monster that lives above you
while watching your honey monster puffs slide from your spoon and splash
into the milk.

The Honey Puff Monster is a very jolly looking
very friendly creature, but you can’t help but wonder if his friendly
nature is just a front? In truth is he wanting to eat or scare you?
Your Mom ruffles your hair and laughs but why is she laughing? Does she
want you to be dragged away into the lair of your nightmarish night
ghoul? Does she want to hear your tiny bones go crunch as they are
devoured?

She now shouts for you to hurry or your miss the
school bus, you wish that dad was still around, but you haven’t seen him
since he vanished into the loft sometime ago after you happened to
mention the monster to him. You don’t know how long he has been missing
for it considering your young age and your brain is still developing.
Mom hasn’t mentioned him in awhile though but she did cry when dad
seemed too vanished into a sugary puff of smoke all that time ago. You
have been rather confused though thinking that you might just have a dog
but never seen the animal about the house the odd bone has seemed to
shown ever since dad went missing though.

You sit by your best
friend on the school bus and tell her of the strange noises that echo
around your bedroom at night. The feeling of dread that has your tiny
little eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. She looks at
you in wonder and tells you to make sure to switch your night light on
before trying to sleep. Plus to make sure that you hug Clive for he is
your very well trusted teddy bear who has protected you from such things
as ghosts when you had thought you had caught out the corner of your
eye sitting within the darkness of your small closet once or the time
when a shadow had swopped in through your bedroom window.

Both
your eyes meet for a spilt second and you see the worry in each other’s
eyes. Grown ups don’t seem to know that monsters exist in this world
Even monsters of the seemly friendly and yellow variety

The day
goes by, you eagerly give your teacher the apple (Who likes fruit
anyways) that your Mom gave you and she happily munches on it telling
you to go out and enjoy the sun with the rest of your friends out on the
playground. Daylight seems safe enough nowhere for monsters to hide, or
maybe there is and they are busy sleeping awaiting the night to fall so
they can invade your nightmares once more.

You hear your name
being called; a deep growl which sends shivers down your spine. Clive is
being hugged within inches of his life his stuffing has been puffed out
onto the floor in big fat clouds of sugar.

There is it is again
your name when you are caught and eaten your name won’t matter. Your
just be another nameless child who has been taken away in the night and
be soon forgotten about.

The loft latch creaks open your body
tenses, sweat runs down your face. The scream gets caught within the
back of your throat. The nightlight which is there to make you feel safe
shines upon the big fluffy yellow legs as the climb down from the
loft’s ladder The thudding of the monsters huge feet seem to shake the
whole house you can hear your mom running towards your room.

“Oh
yummy, yummy little boy for my tummy juicy delicious sweetness for my
tum, tum” the Honey Puff Monster sings, as he turns towards the small
boy’s bed having been forced to advertise those god forsaken honey puffs
for years Honey Puff has grown a liking for the taste of children. They
taste of candy filled rainbows with such a sugar rush that he can’t
deny himself such a treat. Such pleasures can’t be denied in life not
after being on such a strict diet of breakfast cereals throughout the
eighties

Licking around his toothless mouth seeing he had no
teeth to chew and a jaw which seems to not want to close for long
periods of time, always wanting to spring upwards back into a somewhat
happy insane grin all the time Its because of this difficultly that he
has to make sure his nice and moist and wet inside that big black gaping
hole to easily suck the meat from the tiny boys bones before tossing
the bones for the next door neighbours dog

You can hear your
Mom, sounds as though she may have fallen over, not surprising really
with the earth shattering footfalls of Honey Puff. As you watch him
knock and stagger around your bedroom drops of wet salvia trail from his
open mouth and drip onto your carpet. You gulp as you are lifted up by
this towering yellowing demon of the night and as you are gripped
tightly amongst his fingerless paws you hear a quick pop as all you tiny
bones snap. You cry out but no sounds escape your tiny mouth The
orgasmic groans of delightful hunger build as Honey Puff gets to
devouring your sugary taste and your worldly essence of being.

When your Mom finally manages to crash through your bedroom door your
bones are the only thing of you that remains Honey Puff roars within
inches of your Moms face sending droplets of moisture on to her face.
She trips over your little micro machines and hits the floor hard making
her starry eyed. Honey Puff has meanwhile managed to puff himself back
up into the loft space all but ready to use the crawl space to venture
onto the next house and his next meal of child flesh.