My obsession with giraffes began after I met Nathan. I couldn’t understand it… At the time it was so irrational. Before I knew him, he seemed strange, something that reminds me if myself. So, naturally, I became friends with him. Only later did he say anything about giraffes.
He invited me to his house one day, and I had nothing to do, so of course I said yes. When I went into his room, it was filled with them. The long-necked creatures were decorated on the walls. When I confronted him about them, he said nothing much about it, although I could tell he had a passion for the animal.
“Did you know there’s actually eleven different species of giraffes?”
Of course, I had not. I politely said no, and we continued our sleepover. We played charades (he did a giraffe or giraffe-related thing every time), truth or dare (also giraffe related), until I finally worked up the courage to tell him to cut it out with the giraffes.
He seemed visibly deflated, but obeyed. The rest of the sleepover was a drag. I was so glad to leave.
When I went home, I had a dream. It was about giraffes. They were doing people things, and played around in a circus. It was the best dream I had ever had.
I awoke with a particular fondness for… giraffes. It all seemed clear. I felt bad about telling him that he needed to cut it out. I called his phone.
I felt a strong need to talk to him about it, so I ran to his house, a few blocks away. When I turned around to the street he lived in, I stopped, in my tracks.
Police cars. Police cars everywhere. I could pick up a few phrases from the cops, something like “the kid killed his parents.”
Oh, crap. Nathan?
My friend was in a police car, smiling. He was mouthing a few words I could not discern. I looked into the house’s garage, as I had walked closer to the house, touching the police tape line.
His parents were dead, in the garage. The garage door was open, almost as if Nathan was showcasing his masterpiece. His masterpiece… His masterpiece was his parents dead, organs extended from their cut heads, looking like they were giraffes…
Giraffes. My favorite animal. Nathan showed me what I needed to do. Now I stand, above my parents, showing the world my masterpiece. The cops rip me away from my victims. I don’t speak it, just mouth it softly…
Credit To – Fumbles Powers