Mr. Carrot

 

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There once was a boy that had no friends. He was very shy and awkward. His parents never really paid him much attention either, so he was often left to his own devices. One day, he was playing in the sandbox on the school playground. He found something buried under the sand. It appeared to be an orange toy of sorts. Upon further investigation, it revealed itself to be a rubber carrot. In its appearance, it looked something similar to what you may purchase for a dog for a squeak toy. The child, excited that he had found something, decided to place the little Carrot into his coat pocket. 

The day continued as normal. The little boy nearly had forgotten about his unusual find. He rushed to his room upon his return from school. His parents barely acknowledged him, so he knew he would have plenty of time to play with his new toy. He pulled the Carrot out of his pocket, and said "hello Mr. Carrot, I would love to be your friend.". Having no real friends, the little boy became quite accustomed to pretending. While playtime always felt real at times, none of his other toys ever said anything back. This time was different, as Mr. Carrot spoke back to the child. "Hello little boy, I would love to be your friend." The Carrot spoke with a gentle smile upon his face. Though startled, the little boy was delighted to have a friend. 

The little boy and Mr. Carrot were inseparable. The little boy would take Mr. Carrot to school, and everywhere else he would go. One day, the little boy ended up getting in trouble at school because of Mr. Carrot. They were busy taking a Math test, and Mr. Carrot kept trying to whisper answers to the little boy. The teacher thought that the little boy was trying to cheat on his Math test. The little boy was upset, and told Mr. Carrot that he would have to wait until he got home from school each day. Mr. Carrot was upset to not be able to join his friend to class, but understood the reasoning. 

Though the boy and Mr. Carrot remained close for a long time, the little boy grew. As with all things, time changed the little boy. He was finally able to make real friends. He started to speak to Mr. Carrot less and less. It reached the point he had nearly convinced  himself that he had just imagined the entire thing with Mr. Carrot. He just thought maybe it was all in his head, simply an imaginary friend he had made up in order to feel comfort. One day, the boy left Mr. Carrot on the ground. This was the first time the boy had left Mr. Carrot on the ground, as the family had a pet dog. 

The pet dog found Mr. Carrot on the ground. As with any rubber toy, the dog tore it to little bits. The dog ended up swallowing some of Mr. Carrot. As the day went on, the dog became quite ill. The boy came home from school and could see the tiny bits of his friend. Even though the child had grown away from what he considered now an imaginary friend, he still missed Mr. Carrot. The dog continued to get sick, and the family started to get concerned. They all imagined he would pass the parts of Mr. Carrot he had eaten in his stool. 

The boy beat his parents' home that day, as he was let out early from the homecoming game. He found the family's dog disemboweled on the kitchen floor. The dog's guts were scattered throughout the room. The boy's parents rushed home after receiving the news. They were in total shock that this could have happened, but the boy had an idea of what could have caused it. He knew how crazy it all sounded, but he thought maybe, just maybe his friend was not so imaginary. After all, all those years, Mr. Carrot seemed so real. He couldn't have totally just dreamed it all could he? Was he crazy, was it all in his head. The little boy struggled to get to sleep, but he eventually was able to close his eyes. 

That night Mr. Carrot came out of his hiding place. He crawled down the hall into the boy's room. He climbed up the sheets of the boy's bed. He climbed to position himself on top of the little boy. He said "hey friend, its me, Mr. Carrot". The little boy went to scream, but before he could, Mr. Carrot drove the pointed end of his body deep into the boy's throat. It was done with such force, it went totally through the poor child's head. When the boy's parents went to wake him up from school, they saw their child with a hole through his head. There was no sign of Mr. Carrot anywhere. 

At school the next day, a little girl was playing in the sandbox, and found something orange. 

Just like the classic children's song, one should make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold. Did the little boy kill himself due to his depression and the trauma caused by seeing the dog dead, or was the Carrot truly real? When one starts speaking to imaginary friends, one should always make sure they are in fact imaginary, or better still, a friend at all. 

Thank you for joining me tonight and allowing me to share my tell of dread. Sleep well, if you can, and I look forward to our time together tomorrow night.