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__Scary Mary

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Do you know Mary Poppins? What am I saying...of course you do! The real question is "Do you know the real Mary Poppins?" That question, I'm guessing, confuses you quite a bit. The thing is, Mary Poppins is evil....I'm serious!!! The witch may put on a good act for parents, but she is no doubt intent on torturing all the children of the world. You know the story of the Smith children as a nice experience for the kids, their parents, and Mary Poppins. But, that's not the real story. I'm going to tell you the real thing from my perspective, the Smiths' cat...Diana. I bet you don't know me because I was excluded from the version you all know, but I assure you, I was there. I was there the whole time and I saw it all happen. Let me tell you, it was not a good sight. It is time the world knew the truth........Scary Mary is still out there! :o

__Scary Mary__ ​ It was a regular Sunday afternoon; the children were on the couches, finishing up their homework and the parents were in the kitchen, leisurely drinking their coffee and discussing how to tell their kids that they were going to be out all week on an important trip in hushed whispers. After all, they hadn't gotten any responses to their ad in the newspaper calling for a babysitter. I, of course, was curled up next to Amy as she absent mindedly rubbed behind my ears while solving a math problem. "Amy what's the sound? It's coming from outside," Evan wondered out loud. The children jumped up and rushed to the screen door. Being a follower, I..well...followed.

I couldn't help but smile at the way their noses were flattened on the screen door at their attempt to get a close look without stepping outside. Amy's long lashes brushed the glass, her perfect, pink lips lopsided, her tan fingers entwined in Evan 's long ones. The boy looked like he stepped out of a Sports magazine, for crying out loud! But their stunned expressions ruined the image. I followed their eyes into the sky. My heart seemed to skip a beat. The sun had floated behind dark storm clouds that threatened to explode with heavy rains any second now. But that wasn't even the astonishing part. Under the clouds, a person, woman to be specific, flew down holding an umbrella that seemed to be splattered with some kind of red liquid that had dried. The woman had on a dark, long coat and black trousers that reached her ankles and started up a pair of, you guessed it, black heels. A bowler hat with a mysterious pattern sat on her head. Over all, she looked like a sea of black that would pull you in and drown you without hesitation.

The woman's heels made a soft thud that could be heard miles away as she landed on the pavement right in front of this very house. I don't know why, but I felt as if strong vines had creeped up over my heart. I just couldn't push the feeling away as hard as I tried. The children,who probably felt the same way, quickly closed the curtains and practically dived under the couch. "Purrrr," I soothed them. Poor kids. They looked so frightened.

Ten minutes later, the kids were up in their own bedrooms. I bet they were crying their little eyes out. They had just received the news that their parents were going to be away for a while and unfortunately, the woman in black, Mary Poppins she was called, was going to babysit them. Maybe she would be a kind lady that had absolutely no sense of dressing, but I doubted it. My cat's intuition told me that this woman was going to be trouble instead of keeping Amy and Evan out of it. I would just have to stay with the kids every second...just in case, you know. "Amy come down!" Mrs. Smith called, "You too Evan! Come meet Mrs. Mary Poppins!" I perked up my ears and scampered into the kithen where all the adults were sitting at the table. I felt a cold breeze in there even though none of the windows were opened. Chills ran up and down my spine, showing no mercy. The kids dragged themselves into the room, making sure to stay away from Mary Poppins without appearing rude. Their eyes were red and puffy and their noses running, especially Evan. He was always so tough and rarely cried. It broke my tiny heart to see him so upset.

" Kids, Mommy and I are going to go upstairs and pack our bags for tom. Why you get to know Mrs. Mary Poppins. I know you'll get along great and she's just so perfect for the job," Mr. Smith exclaimed.

"Please, call me Mary. I insist." The voice seemed to have come from Mary Poppins direction, but her lips hadn't seemed to have moved. The Smith parents nodded and smiled as they got up out of their chairs and pranced out of the room, not noticing anything out of place about this intruder. "Hello children," Mary started in an un-naturally perky voice," We already know each other's name so let's move on. Why don't you tell me what you like to do in your free time?"

Amy stammered the way she did when she was extremely nervous," W-we ssss-saw you i-in the..the s-sky. H-how d-id you do th-that?"

"Oh my little sweety pie, don't try to change the subject!" she said in her unreal voice. Something told me she was majorly holding back. Now I was sure I didn't want her to be the only adult in the house that was in-charge for the whole week.

"Alright Mary, you can unpack upstairs in the room on the left. We are going out for dinner so we'll see you in the morning. Please make sure the kids are in bed by 9:30. No delays. Okay, bye then," Mr. Smith announced. The front door closed and there was a little click as one of the Smith parents locked it. Mary turned to face the kids. The smile on her face faded abruptly. She stomped over to stand right in front of Amy and Evan and leaned down until she was nose to nose with them. Her blood-red lipstick was smeared on her lips to the plenty.

" I'll take it there isn't going to be any funny business," she whispered. Her icy voice dripped into the room and all of a sudden it felt like - 20 degrees. "Head on upstairs and I'll make you some dinner.

Turned out, dinner meant one piece of lettuce, one slice of tomato, and one small piece of cheese thrown between two pieces of wheat bread. It was nasty and cold, but the children gulped it down without a word because "Scary Mary" sat across from them and refused to take her cold eyes off of them before they "ate every crumb on the plate." To top off the outrageous dinner, she forced them to go to bed at 8:00 p.m. sharp. The first night of torture was easy compared to the rest, but we didn't know that then.

Most of the week had gone by and the kids had barely said a word. They were terrified of Scary Mary and so was I. She had this way of making you do whatever she wanted without yelling. But that was the thing. Her yelling would be better then that icy voice she used. She tortured the kids to no limit. By Wednesday, Amy and Evan had a fixed schedule. They would wake up at dawn to the sound of dripping liquid that came from Scary Mary's room. Then, they would do as many chores as possible before Scary Mary got up. When she was awake, they would get her bath ready and bring her breakfaast in bed. School was actually the highlight of their day. As soon as they took their first steps through the door after school, they would take their revolting "medicine" that Scary Mary stuffed down their throats. "A spoon of a salt makes the medicine go down, the medicine go down, the medicine go down!" she would sing terribly every time. And that's exactly what she gave them. A gross spoon full of salt. It was sooo depressing. She would always eye me in a creepy way; like I was the intruder, like she wanted me to go away. Well, that wasn't going to happen.

Thursday afternoon, the kids trudged home from school as I waited anxiously in the kitchen. I heard the door creek open and a suction sound. Silence filled the house. Scilence. I ran into the living room, and right as I got in, Scary Mary opened the kitchen door with the kids in her hands, bound with rope, and disappeared behind it. I hissed in anger when I realized that I had been tricked. I scurried to the kitchen door and scratched my claws against it. Oh no!!!! The kids were in there with Scary Mary. There was no telling what she would do to them! I felt very helpless and stupid.This was all my fault! If anything happened to Amy and Evan, I'd be responsible for it. Hot tears ran down my fur, and my body shook. Amy. Evan. Scary Mary. MY FAULT!

Suddenly, the door creeked open just a little and I gasped in horror at what I saw on the floor. A big shadow was in the middle of consuming two smaller ones. My heart stopped and I screeched. Not thinking about it, I bounded through the door and up at the now large body of Scary Mary.I clawwed at her stomach, my intention to rip it open and save the Smith children. Without a warning, she extended her razor-loke nails towards me and ran them deep into my body. Blood flew everywhere and I started to get dizzy. No, I thought. I had to do this for the people I cared about. Nothing could stop me. I ran my claws through her stomach one more time and it ripped open. Amy and Evan, now covered in blood but not tied in ropes, slapped Scary Mary's bleeding body a few times to take out all the anger and irritation that she had built up inside of them the past few days. Amy grabbed me me and rushed me upstairs to the first-aid drawer. Through a blur, I captured the sight of Evan tieing up Scary Mary as she flailed this way and that. A warm felling, relief and satisfaction I think they were, coursed from the tip of my ears to the very tip of my tail. "You're going to be ok Diana, you're going to be fine," Amy whispered I think more to herself then to me. She wrapped my middle in guaze and dashed back downstairs to see that Evan was ok, too. She laid me on the kitchen counter gingerly and faced the other two. Evan was struggling to keep Scary Mary down.

"THIS ISN'T OVER YOU FREAKS!!!!!!!" and just like that, she eveporated into thin air leaving a pile of thick, rough ropes on the dirty floor. We're the freaks? Think again. Who tortured two young children for absolutely no reason? Who put on a good act for the parents? Who swallowed the children and almost shredded a cat?Who then just disappeared? That's right....Scary Mary!

The kids cleaned the house before their parents got home the next day. And when they did come back home, they would'nt believe our story of Scary Mary. Actually, nobody believed us. But, I know that Scary Mary is still out there in search of children to devour. She will always be there and so will the scar right above my left ear that proves that Amy and Evan Smith, and their cat, Diana (me), hadn't imagined that week. It was real just like everything else. Our fate wasn't so good because we had to face Scary Mary's wrath, but make sure that doesn't happen to you. Not everyone will survive her, let me assure you. So, keep an eye on your children and most importantly.................BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!