Darren was a little weird, but I didn’t realize how weird until it was too late. He came to our school at the beginning of fourth grade. The minute I met him, I knew he was going to have it tough in school. He always wore a suit to school. He would often be found dancing as he walked. And he loved quoting old movies, like Casablanca. Seeing as most fourth graders had never seen the films he liked to quote, he would often be met with confused stares and muffled laughter. Nobody wanted anything to do with him, for obvious reasons. But, thanks to my mom, I ended up getting to know him better than I ever wanted to. “You’re going to go have a playdate with him after school. I already set it up with his father,” my mom, the school secretary, told me. “No mom,” I groaned. “He’s weird!” “He’s lonely, he has no friends. And honestly, his parents aren’t around a lot, when I spoke with his father on the phone he told me they are very busy with work. So please Ben, just go hang out with him after school. He lives just a few blocks from here, you can walk home with him and I’ll pick you up after my meeting tonight? Okay?” There wasn’t much I could do to get out of it. In retrospect, I wish I had tried something. Anything. I walked home with Darren after school. The whole way he would randomly break out into dance and start quoting some movie I had never heard of. “Do you like sparkling cider?” he asked me as we neared his house. “Umm, not really,” I said. “More for me then!” he laughed as he skipped the rest of the way. The house was immaculately clean. Not a speck of dust could be seen. As I stepped into the front living room, I noticed an elderly woman asleep on a chair, a breathing machine was attached to her face. “This lovely specimen is my grandmother, isn’t she gorgeous?!” he said, petting her head. I waved awkwardly. “Follow me, I’ll get us a snack!” he said as he skipped into the kitchen. As I walked past the grandmother, I noticed some metal bands wrapped around her wrists. As I stepped closer, Darren came out of the kitchen. “Hey,” he said, his voice sounded deep. “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” I yelped. “Just, uh…” “Admiring her beauty? Of course, who wouldn’t! Now come on silly pants!” he laughed. We sat at the dinner table as he handed me a small plate of lady fingers. At the time, I had no idea what they were and their name sounded less than appealing, so I passed. “More for me!” he laughed again. After he ate, he gave me a tour of his house. Every single room was as clean as the last. It was almost…too clean. “Would you like to meet my father?” Darren asked. “I…uh, sure,” I said. Darren took me to the end of a long hallway and opened the door at the end. It was a large office with fancy furniture. “Father dear, I’m home,” Darren said, skipping to the office chair which was turned away from us. Darren reached over and hugged his father. “Father, this is my friend, Benjamin,” Darren said, pushing the chair around. Seated in the chair was a…mannequin, dressed in a suit. “Say hi Benjamin,” Darren said, his voice sounding deep again. “Hi,” I said nervously. “Father is very busy, he has to get back to work. Love you father!” Darren said as he kissed the mannequin on the cheek. Darren led me out of the office and took me towards the garage. “Now we can meet mother,” he said. He opened the garage door and standing near the washing machine was another mannequin. “Oh mother! It’s me, your snooky poo!” he laughed as he ran to the mannequin. He turned it around to face me. “Is she not the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?” he asked. “I…uhh,” I stammered. “Don’t be rude Benjamin,” he said, his voice deep yet again. “Yes, it…she is,” I said. He hugged the mannequin and ran back towards me. “Let’s go watch movies!” he said, grabbing me by my arm. The next two hours were spent watching a black and white movie. Darren laughed hysterically through the whole thing as I sat on the far end of the couch, praying to God for time to go by faster. Finally, I heard the doorbell ring. I sprinted down the hall and threw the door open. “Mom!” I said, hugging her tightly. “You okay?” she asked. Darren appeared behind us, a creepy smile on his face. “It was a true pleasure ma’m, having your son here. I hope that he can visit again,” Darren smiled. “Certainly,” my mom said. “Are your parents home? I’d love to meet them.” “Oh, sadly no. They are both at work. Aren’t they Benjamin?” he said, his smile vanishing. “Yes, they aren’t here,” I said. “You two haven’t been alone this whole time, have you?” she asked. “No, my dear sweet grandmother is here, she’s napping though, so we need to be quiet.” “Of course,” my mother smiled. “Well, I’ll see you at school tomorrow Darren.” “Yes, I look forward to it,” he said, smiling. Sadly, that would not be the last time I would find myself in Darren’s house. Part 2 http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2ufoss/the_weird_kid_part_2/ Part 3 http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2ukil8/the_weird_kid_part_3/ Part 4 http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2uowdz/the_weird_kid_part_4/ Final http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2ut4x8/the_weird_kid_final/
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