I slowly stirred from my spot on the cellar floor. I had a cut on my head, and blood was trickling down my face. The cellar floor was a dirt floor. I slowly tried to get up. Pain shot up my right leg, and I grabbed onto a shelf as I started to fall.

"What the Hell just happened?!" I screamed aloud. "Where am I?" I asked.

I saw a large stick and grabbed it so I could use it to hobble around. I saw a hanging light bulb and pulled the chain switch.

"There's a window over there!" I exclaimed. I hobbled over to it and hoisted myself up enough so I could barely see out of it.

"Well, at least I know where I am." I said to myself upon realizing that I was in Auntie Miriam's cellar. "I never knew she had one. In fact she TOLD me that she didn't!" I yelled.

Something wasn't right. Auntie Miriam said she didn't own a cellar. Well, if she didn't own one than why am I standing in it?

I turned around and saw a door. Finally I can get out of here! I rushed towards it, but as soon as I got four feet a dark shadow appeared in my way.

It growled in my face, grabbed me around the waist, and threw me against the back wall.

"Owww!" I screamed as pain shot through my body. "Please! Leave me alone! I am just a boy, and I've done nothing wrong!" I pleaded with the shadowy figure.

"Lies! You opened the chest when the poem said not to! Are you daft?! Do you actually want to die?!" bellowed the figure.

"You dumbass! Of course I don't want to die! But I haven't got much of a choice with you throwing me around like that! I oughta kill you right now!"

"Heh heh heh. You? Kill me? And you're callin' me the dumbass? Ha! You couldn't kill me even if you tried!" he snickered.

"Oh yeah? Watch me!" I screamed at him and picked up a huge butcher's knife. I ran forward and stabbed him in the chest. When he fell I realized it was really Auntie Miriam and smiled to myself. I had always hated her. I walked away. I had the biggest grin on my face as I saw my parents standing there.

"Good job, son. Your first kill was a success. Soon you'll be a natural like your mother and me." he called.

My mother and father cleanec everything up as I waited in the family station wagon. When they were finished we headed out to celebrate my first kill.