A 100-word story by Gillian Church
It started out as a game.
It started out as a game, and Mary laughed while they wrapped her up, spinning her around in blankets and scarves and whatever else they could find. But as the wrappings grew tighter, the laughter was replaced by screams…then labored gasps.
She was silent and still by the time the children were done binding her in layers upon layers of suffocating fabric. She watched from above as they decorated her bundled corpse with baubles and glitter.
“They do this shit every time,” a voice whispered to Mary. “Their parents encourage it. You don’t have to pay a dead babysitter.”