What’s in the Egg?

27 Nov

egg

 

It was a normal school day and Brian and Chris were in the kitchen having breakfast as their mother was getting ready for work upstairs. They each had a bowl of cereal, a glass of juice and a hardboiled egg. This was normal school day morning fare.

Brian was his usually quiet self. He was taking their parents separation much harder. It was him, after all, who caught his mother felating his father’s best friend in a parked car at the supermarket and told anybody who would listen. He still felt guilty for breaking them up. Chris, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. If ignorance is bliss, Chris passed through life in ecstasy. He was a probably just an I.Q. point or two higher from being deemed a clinical moron.

Chris might not be that bright, but he was warm and lived off of human contact. He was always trying to engage his brother Brian. He would ask nonstop mundane questions just to feel a connection. He looked over at Brian and noticed a peculiar look on his face. Brian had somehow managed to break a perfectly circular opening in his hardboiled egg and was intensely staring into it. His face looked almost as if it were in a trance.

“What’s in the egg” Chris asked. There was no answer. Chris didn’t think much of it as Brian usually is stingy with answers. He went back to crunching away his cereal. A few moments past and he noticed that Brian had not moved and was with the same exact expression, staring into the egg.

“Hey man, what’s so interesting about that egg?” Chris asked again. Brian didn’t even sway. His muscles were locked into place as his stare was pulled into the small circle on the top of the egg. Chris’s tone changed a little. There was a little worry in it this time. “Brian. What’s going on? What’s in the egg?” No response. Chris started to get a weird feeling and goose bumps chased each other up and down his legs and arms as he looked at the face of his brother.

“Let me see” Chris said as he started to lean over Brian’s egg. Whack. The bottom of Brian’s palm struck his forehead before he got even close enough to get a peak. Brian did not take his stare away from the head the whole time. His eyes remained fixed on the contents of the egg.

“You’re freaking me out” Chris said. “I am going to tell mom”

Chris was confused as he walked up the steps. He heard the blow dryer going in the bathroom. He banged on the door. “Mom” he said. No answer. He banged again. “Mom” he repeated. Just more blow drying, but no answer. There was something odd about the sound of the blow dryer. It was steady. As if it was on but not moving around. Chris was getting really freaked out. He opened the door.

He could have never been prepared for what he saw. Not in a million years. His mother was lying naked on the floor with the cord of the hair dryer around her neck. Her face was blue. Chris did not need to check to know that she was dead. He ran back down to the kitchen screaming for Brian.

When he got to the kitchen, Brian was gone. But the egg remained on the table. Chris had the wherewithal to take a look inside. He slowly walked over to the table. Each step was laborious; his feet seemed to weigh a ton. As he leaned over the table and his eye sight was fixed into the perfect circle of the egg, his world went black.

 

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8 Responses to “What’s in the Egg?”

  1. Brieuse Bernhard Piers-Gûdmönd November 27, 2013 at 1:24 am #

    If I was the jealous sort, your writing that story would make me jealous. Fantastic…

    • Ryan November 27, 2013 at 9:47 am #

      Thanks for reading it and for the compliment. 🙂

  2. myothervoices November 27, 2013 at 2:53 am #

    Really good story. Dark, but good

    • Ryan November 27, 2013 at 9:49 am #

      Thank you. Funny thing is, when the egg premise came to me, the story was not going to be dark at all.I imagined a ridiculous conversation between the brothers. Something comical. Then my fingers did the talking.

      • myothervoices November 28, 2013 at 3:04 am #

        That happens sometimes, eh? And you have to go with it, don’t you?

      • Ryan November 28, 2013 at 11:21 am #

        I don’t think there is a choice in the matter! 😉

  3. Susanne Leist February 14, 2014 at 4:35 pm #

    That was dark. I think this story will give me nightmares tonight.

    • Ryan February 14, 2014 at 4:55 pm #

      Well, I hope it doesn´t! Thanks for the compliment, though. It means a lot more coming form a horror writer!!!! You are much too kind with your likes and comments. I appreciate it!

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