There was once a candy store that stood among the neatly cut grass. Colorful
flowers were boxed and placed near the entrance, enticing young children to come
along. It was famed for it's mouth watering chocolate, the sweets that they sell, the
many different flavors of gum.
However one day, a child never came back. Soon enough, some who set foot in that
store disappeared. I came upon that store and I saw the flowers and the neatly
arranged candies on silver trays. When I stepped inside, glass boxes sat neatly on
the table with many sugary and sour pieces in them.
The manager had all but a sweet smile, glaring at me over his opened newspaper. I
I saw a door at the back of the store and it seemed all too mysterious for me.
When the owner of the store wasn't looking, I snuck into it. In through the door I
went, and down the halls and many staircases... I came to the very basement of the
small candy store.
I saw a pile of dead children, limbs torn apart by the massive gears that turned and
turned above me. Another dead body fell down and I stared at it. Most of the
children, for somehow I knew, were the ones that stole candy more than three times.
Their gaping faces forever stare, fear frozen onto their features.
I was the only person who stood amongst the pile, unknowing of the people that had
notice me. After having seen the horrors of the Candy Store, I was then killed.
An act of cruelty, but all witnesses must be silenced.
I was eleven when I dreamed that. :/ It was really vivid, and traumatizing. Of course
it was just a dream and I had worse nightmares but hey... that was when I was a kid.
I know the gears look whacked and everything but whatever. Random sketch.
On mature for violence and of course, child abuse.