Creepypasta #1121: I'm 12 And I Met A Nice Man
With the sound of change jingling in my pockets I race out of my momma’s car and into the best cookie store in the whole wide world!
Every day if I am a good boy and I do all of my chores my papa gives me a quarter, and at the end of the month they take me to the cookie store where I can spend all day eating cookies and reading the books I take to the store! The owner of the cookie store sees me come in once a month so he brings me free lemonade throughout the day too!
As I start getting into my book, a man sits in front of me and tells me I’m a very good looking young man. So I remember my manners and tell the man thank you. I’m twelve years old, but a lot of people have already called me a very good looking person, so the compliment does not make me as happy as it used to.
I ask the man what his name is, and he tells me that his name is Jonah and that he has a wonderful game room in his house. He said he has all of the newest game systems and all of the games, with a humongous TV, and all the snacks I could possibly want! Wow! He must be very rich to have all of that stuff. I only have a small TV at home, and I only get around 5 channels on it. That’s why I read a lot of books.
I’m only halfway through my second cookie so I offer the man one of my other cookies. He declines my cookie, saying that he has plenty of snacks to eat back at home. He offers to take me over to his house to play video games and eat as many cookies with ice cream as I would like.
I don’t want to waste any of the cookies I already have, so I ask the man if he can give me around an hour so I can finish my book and the rest of my cookies. He says it’s fine and that he can wait for me to finish.
He keeps telling me what a good looking boy I am while I’m trying to read and it gets a little annoying. So I tell him that I am happy to get compliments, but I would like some time to read my book and that he is distracting me. After being quiet for around 20 minutes he starts to try and hold my hand, but every time he brings his hand to mine I act like I’m flipping the page in my book.
After he manages to grab my hand and starts rubbing it with his finger is when I tell him to stop touching me, or I will not be going over to his house. I guess he finally understood that I would like to have some type of privacy while I read and eat my cookies, because he finally decides to do something on his phone.
When I am finally done with my book and cookies, I notice that it’s 4 p.m. and I tell the man that I am ready to go over to his house now.
He jumps out of his chair excitedly and talks about how much fun we are going to have as we exit the store. The owner of the cookie shop gives me a questionable look but I just give him a smile and a nod.
I smile, while I think to myself how much fun I will have with him as we walked out of the store. I laugh, as I know that today is going to be a good day. I scream with glee when my daddy comes behind the man and shoves him into our van.
It does not take long for us to be on the road, as my momma is a very good driver. We manage to peel out of the parking lot and onto the streets. By the time we get on the highway, we already have the man’s mouth taped over and the skin of his arms peeled off. The rest of the skin is easy to peel off now, so we both grab our knives and make sure all of his skin is gone by the time we get home.
Once we got home, my daddy and I chop the hands and the feet off because we don’t like eating those parts. I throw them in to the fire. Then we cut right in the middle of each elbow, then the shoulder, and take the guts and organs out of his midsection. Lastly, we pull the ribs out. That all goes into the stew that we make. The meat found on the back, chest area (with the heart and organs taken out, of course), and legs all make for a wonder pan fried meal.
I may be twelve, but I know what a fucking creep is. I know that he is evil for wanting to do unspeakable things to me. That is why every month I go to the cookie store. That is why the cookie store owner is a very good friend of ours. He has the same taste as us. So he finds people that are looking for good looking boys like me and tells them to come to his shop so they can take me home with them.
Yes we like human flesh, but aren’t we also making the world a better place?
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