James sat in his green armchair next to the large stone fireplace. He was reading through his notes. Everything he read brought back a strong memory of yesterday in the park with the boys. They had had a lovely adventure in the rainforest. John was nearly eaten by a jaguar, but Michael saved him just in the nick of time. James smiled as he remembered how they had made him King of the Toucans and then painted his face with colorful stripes. The paint still hadn't fully washed off and he was left with what looked like a very odd case of the measles.
He flipped the page and noticed that a few pages had been torn out. "I don't remember that," he said. He pondered over it for a while and then closed the book. He yawned and walked over to the window. It was raining tonight. The water on the windowpane obscured everything outside. The lights made patterns on the churning surface. James blinked. He could have sworn he just saw an ear in the swirl of water and lights. What a random thing to see, he thought.
James yawned again and decided to go to bed. He lay there for a while thinking about the pages in the notebook again. Before the rips he has been scribbling something about Peter. His message seemed to have a frightened and urgent tone, but the pages had been ripped out before he had said anything about what was really going on. For some reason James couldn't remember anything that would have anything to do with that kind of an event that day. And what was up with the ear? Eventually he fell asleep, but it wasn't the end of the mysteries.
He could hear screaming in the distance. All around him was a gray nothingness. His heart was pounding in his chest. The screaming turned into a maniacal laugh. Scenes flashed before his eyes, scenes of him running from something, scenes of a cottage burning, scenes of him hiding under a pile of rubble. His head ached like he had been hit by a train. He tried to escape but his feet were attached to something, or so they felt because he couldn't actually see his feet. Just then another scene flashed, but this was of Peter. His eyes were just dark wholes in his head. And then his ears, oh the horror, his ears were huge. Not just big, but fat. Peter gave him a menacing smile and then said something. It sounded like a rhyme. He could only here bits and pieces, like "one two Peter's coming for you" and "stay up late", but the screaming and laughing and pounding of his own heart was overwhelming. James couldn't take this torture.
His eyes snapped open. The sheets on his bed had been tossed to the floor. It was freezing in the room but he was drenched with sweat. He looked over to the other side of the room and noticed the door was open, but he new that he had shut it before he went to sleep. He was terrified to even move but all that tossing about had given him a massive wedgie. He tried to fix it but just then he heard a horrible voice. "We can hear you", it said. It sounded like it was coming from under his bed. "Peter?" James whispered. "Our ears hear all Jamsey", Peter said. "What do you want from me?" Asked James. "Our ears are hungry Jamsey", said Peter. "Stop calling me Jamsey you fucking retard!" James growled. "How about no", griped Peter. James heart stopped. Peter jumped up on to his bed and in one quick movement ate James. The End.
To make matters worse James had to sit in Heavens waiting room for three days with that wedgie as he read old "National Geographic" magazines and this little brat kept crying. When the secretary finally called for him, she called him Jamsey by accident and so he blew off her head with a 45. Caliber that he found on a glowing suitcase.