Mr. Clean: Dirty Job
By:roymcgeeters
The boy walked up the stairs into the laundry room. He peered into the room and saw the mountain of laundry he has yet to clean and put away. The boy groaned as he began to dread the task ahead of him. His mom was away on business trip to Switzerland, leaving him alone for a week. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he began to fold toss the laundry into the machine, not bothering with colors. He took the washing detergent, and filled it into the cap, and poured it into the machine, closed it, and started the job. The machine vibrated as this happened. The boy looked at the detergent he had used: Clorox. Same brand as always. But something seemed odd about it. It was… scrubbed on the bottom? It looked like someone had scrubbed it with a sponge or something. But who would scrub the bottom of a bottle of bleach? The boy thought nothing of it. The job was done, the house was quiet, and he could get back to watching Power Rangers. He walked into his room, where he saw a sight that disturbed him: Writing on his wall. It read "Not clean enough, Boy". The boy was horrified by the scene. He was in utter shock and disgust. He began to gag, and that gag turned into vomit. He noticed that the death threat was written in bleach….but not Clorox. He went down in the kitchen, and drank some water to calm his nerves. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white blob on the kitchen island. Upon further inspection, he saw it was a Mr. Clean Magic eraser…with the bottom part of the sponge-like cleaning material rubbed off. This must've been what scrubbed the bottom of the bleach container! Then, the lights flickered. There was a banging upstairs. The dishwasher detergent spilled all over his face, creating a foul smell. It was Dawn though, so he guessed it was okay. Then…darkness….there was no light in front of him. The power had gone out. There was silence and darkness all around him. He slowly nuged to try to find a candle, a flashlight-anything, really. But what he found, was something far more sinister. Then, without notice, somebody grabbed his shoulder, frightening the boy, catching him off guard. The boy jumped and turned around, seeing no one in front of him, but he could still sense someones prescence, and he knew they were up to something. The figure grabbed him, tugged him, violently thrashed him around the room. The boy fought back, but he was no match for the figure! He was thrown upon the ground, still squirming and shaking, not willing to give up! He was violently punched and beaten until he stopped squirming and all of his strength had gone away. The boy was weak, tired, and admitted defeat…and his inevitable demise… at that moment, something was shoved down his throat. He tasted the soapy foulness. His eyes teared up, he gaged, he chocked, and he couldn't breathe as the object was being shoved down his throat…. He began to loose consciousness…. And at that moment, the boy heard that last few word she would ever hear in the world of the living…
"Mr. Clean…..Mr. Clean…"