Rated: PG-13 for disturbing material
"Run"
Jeffrey watched, barely aware that he was panting as the beetle ran on air. He imagined the screams it would make as its legs paddled uselessly, its body skewered on the metal pin in the cardboard.
"Run, run towards death," he whispered, smiling at his prey. How he loved watching them die—it reminded him of Annie. The beetle slowed—he poked it, and laughed when its legs resumed their skittering.
The door swung open. He looked up in alarm—it was Teresa. She stared in shock for a moment.
"Oh my God! Mom! Dad! Come see what Sheldon's doing!"