User:Lethe/bratty

Have you ever had a crazy story just pop into your head for no apparent reason, what so ever? Well, I have, and it goes as far back as my early childhood, when I was about six. This is just one of those stories that grabs you and haunts you for many years. Hell, I can remember it as clearly as a bell, yet, the ironic part is, that I can't remember the source. ÊI can't remember from where or from whom I've heard it from! ÊIt's just one of those types of stories that makes you wonder whether or not you've had a supernatural encounter with a ghost or something. ÊThis story gave me many a nightmare for many a year! ÊEvery time that I would pass by a dark and wooded area at night while I was traveling somewhere in either my parent's or my grandparent's car, I would see her! ÊI would see her all mangled, standing by the wooded roadside. ÊFor this is where the tragedy took place.

The story starts out innocently enough. ÊThere was this wealthy widower, Mr. Bates, by the way, who happened to be a multi-millionaire. He was portly, about six feet tall and bald. He and his deceased wife tried for many years to have children unsuccessfully. So, after his wife passed away, he decided to adopt. He decided to adopt a blue eyed, blond hair, Netherlandish baby girl while he was away on a business trip in Holland. He raised her in the life of luxury, indulgence and over abundance. She had everything that she ever wanted and then some! Not only did she have all of the fancy toys, clothes and shoes that she wanted, but she also had the opportunities to go away with her adoptive father to such luxurious places as Cancun, Hawaii, and the Bahamas. Unfortunately, all of these luxuries that were given to her by her well-intentioned father, had a somewhat negative effect on her personality.

One day, when she was about eight or nine, she met this young boy and they started kissing. This later progressed and culminated into a voracious rage of sex and wild orgy. This act started out by the beach, under the boardwalk and ended up concluding at her father's hotel room, while he was away.

Once one year, during her adolescence, she went away with her father to Barbados. It was in February, during the middle of a very cold winter. As her plane was preparing to his the hot, black pavement of the runway, she and her father were having wine and caviar. After she finished her meal with her father, she left her father and walked over to where there were two of her male friends that she had met earlier. They were two older high-school friends. She sat next to them and started talking about the things that they were going to be doing over the next couple of days, while in Barbados. Doug, a blond, 16 year-old from California said, "I'll be surfing, I mean, like all day, man. I heard the waves here are like, totally radical!" The Bratty Dutch girl replied, "I think I will just be cruising the beach strip." "Oh, yeah," replied Dave, a friend of Doug's, who was an 18 year-old kid with dark hair and a slender build.

Both Doug and Dave have wealthy parents who have jobs at Princeton University. They are both Criminal Justice Professors. The two kids, Doug and Dave, are sitting together, away from their fathers, who are both seated in the first class section of the plane. The Bratty Dutch girl's father was also seated in first class, but he was anxiously waiting to meet with her as soon as the plane landed.

Dave said, "Doug and I will be staying at the Hilton, which is right on this huge and sandy cliff, right on the waterfront of the beach." "I'll be staying as Sandals, a much more smaller and private hotel on the beach. It's a few miles south of your place, the Hilton.  Does Dave also surf?" "Yes, he does," replied Doug. "I'll surf my ass off, man." "I can outsurf Doug anyday." Doug shook his head and replied, "No was, pal. In your dreams, man!"

The Bratty Dutch girl was thinking, "I've got them by the balls now! They are beginning to fight over me!  How exciting." She would get aroused when two or more guys fight over her for her love and/or acceptance.

All of a sudden, the flight attendant warns all of the passengers to fasten their seatbelts and she tells them that they will be landing shortly. Soon after the message was sent over the loudspeaker, the wheels of the plane start to squeal, as they hit the hot, dark pavement. The Bratty Dutch girl shouts out, "Neeto, the whole plane feels just like a rollercoaster!"

All parties exchanged phone numbers and exited with their fathers.

On that same day, the Bratty Dutch girl ate dinner with her father at an expensive seafood restaurant. There, they had Calamari-Ala Marinara with linguini, clams on the half-shell and various pastries with ice cream for desert.

She and her father slept well that night, in their two-room hotel. It was a beautifully decorated room with mirrors on the ceiling, two heart-shaped beds, and a color television in every room; there was also a Jacuzzi in the bathroom.

At 6:30 in the morning, Dave called her to invite her to watch him and Doug while they're surfing. She was up and alert by then, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed and anxious to go watch the two young men surf. All that she had to do was to walk north, along the shoreline for about a mile and a half to two miles and meet up with them. Along the way, while she was walking on the hot, sandy beach, she passed by a Jamaican dude with heavy dreadlocks. He was carrying his "ghettoblaster," near his ear, strutting down the beach with his Reggae music blasting. She watched him as he strutted off beyond the horizon.

"Hi Dave, Hi Doug, what's up?" she shouted, as they both approached her while walking on the beach. With her phoney smile and faked affection, she gave both of them a hug. "So, who's the better surfer?" she said, as she was so curiously scratching her head. "I am," said Dave. "No, fuck you, man; in your dreams, Dave!" She replied, "Why don't you two surf together and show me what you got; give me your best stuff and I'll determine who the better surfer is."

As a result, both Dave and Doug decided to duke it out together and battle the waves. They both plopped their surfboards onto the water, started to paddle and got out really far, far past the piers. All of a sudden, the tide started to pick up and it culminated into a 50-foot wave.

"Get ready to see some real surfing, Dave." "Screw you," muttered Dave.

As the wave grew ever so closer, both of the boys began to get up on their surfboards and they started to surf the huge wave. Doug started to maneuver the wave and he started to zigzag, left and right. Dave wanted to do an even better stunt in order to compete for her attention. He surfed underneath the circular crest of the wave. Doug saw this and he wanted to do an even better stunt. He decided to surf near the gigantic rocks that make up the jetty, located at the foot of the cliff, under his Hilton Hotel. The Bratty Dutch girl started to cheer him on. "Go for it, Dougee, go for it, I dare you; surf by those rocks, man!"

As a result, Doug took a crazy chance that he would normally have never done before, and he ended up crashing into one of those huge rocks. By this time, Dave was already back at the beach, yelling and screaming Doug's name, trying to revive him. But, Doug was lifeless and pale. The body was all bloodied around the back, near the lower part of his head. Dave swam out there and tried to breathe life back into Doug. Dave whaled like a Banshee and broke out in a fit of tears. "Nooooo!" "Nooooo," shouted Dave. The Bratty Dutch girl was secretly aroused by this and she just ran away, back to her hotel-room, before the paramedics came and pronounced Doug as DOA, dead on arrival.

She just ran back to her room, as if nothing serious had happened and she searched her closet for a decent pair of shoes to wear because she was going to get ready to go out to a fancy restaurant again, with her father. She finally found an expensive pair of BusterBrowns. These beige Buster Browns had a picture of a girl next to her dog, which resembled her and an earlier dog that she once had. She just realized this and sneered at that picture because she hated that ugly, stupid dog. She remembered how she poisoned it with antifreeze from her father's garage. She tainted her dog's drinking water and food with it for a few days, as she watched the dog slowly slip away. It started out by coughing, gagging and choking. Later on, the dog started throwing up; then, it would cough up blood And green matter until it finally died. It was finally taken to the vet and put down. Her Father didn't realize that she had killed her dog and expressed his sympathy by giving her two gifts that she had always wanted: a toy robot and a big bright red toy firetruck. Unfortunately, this didn't solve any of her homicidal tendencies. Maybe, she was just a natural born sociopath. Nothing that her well-intentioned father did seemed to work for her. She was extremely selfish; she never shared any of her toys with any of her first grade classmates from her private school. She seemed to have preferred toy cars, trains and trucks to dolls. Maybe, this concern for only inanimate objects was one of the symptoms of being a psychopath! Psychopaths don't always care much for living creatures, particularly people; Dolls are just another representation of people. Psychopaths never usually feel any guilt or remorse for any of their hurtful acts either. It's as if they can't place themselves into the other person's shoes. They lack empathy. She was also an introverted person who was a bit of a loner. She had very few friends, due to her spoiled nature.

Once in a while, her father tried to increase her warmth and respect for living things because he was well too aware of her troubled and introverted state with most living creatures. He would do this by buying her various pest, such as cats, dogs, baby ducklings and other similar creatures of great innocence and affection. He also did this because he was aware of her weird way that she would substitute human companionship with such self-gratifying acts as sex, and masturbation with her electric toys. On occasion, she would derive pleasure from the way that she would ride her electric train. She would sit on her big toy train engines as if she were riding a motorcycle. Instead of sitting in the engineer's cabin, which was semi enclosed with a padded seat, she would sit on the central part, above the vibrating electric motor with both of her legs wrapped around the central, cylindrical fuselage, in between the smokestack and the engineer's booth.

Every time her father brought her a new pet, she would mercilessly torture and kill it! She was very sadistic with small and harmless animals. One fine example occurred when her father gave her a small, cute baby duckling. It was still yellow, but able to waddle around on its own. It would wander around all of the 18 or so bedrooms on the top floor of her father's colonial mansion. She would always grab it and squeeze it just a little too hard, hard enough to make it whine in pain. Her father would catch her doing this on occasion and try to gently correct her. He would explain why it was wrong to do that to any undeserving creature and how it caused it unnecessary pain and suffering. But, she never really understood him and she never felt the pain and suffering brought on by feelings of guilt. About a week or two later, her morbid curiosity got the better of her and she crushed the duckling by stamping on it with one of her big wooden shoes. Her father, being the eternal optimist that he was, just never gave up trying. He kept on buying her new and bigger animals and she would just find newer and more creative ways of torturing and killing them.

When she was about fourteen, she wanted a brand new moped for her birthday because she had just grown tired of her old one. Her father said, "you have enough toys and mechanical things, I'm going to buy you a great big Golden Retriever with long hair." She just pouted and walked away. Her father also said something about buying some Cadillac and she just got all excited over it. Later on, it turns out that her father had just brought home some Cadillac brand dog food for her new pet Golden Retriever! This joke/gift really got her all steamed. She vowed to get her revenge.

On a dark, damp and foggy night, she decided to walk her dog. But, this was no ordinary walk; she was about to commit a pre-meditated act of murder on this poor, innocent beast. She wanted to make it look like an accident. While she was walking her new dog, along the poorly lit and wooded roadside, she disconnected her dog's leash from the dog and pushed poor Poochie in front of an ongoing car. The poor animal was mutilated from head to paw. She got her wish and it died instantly and brutally!

On the very next night, she decided to take her old moped out for a little joyride down that very same street (near the corner of Bethel-Church and New Prospect Roads in Jackson, NJ). She was listening to such famous 1970s tunes as "The Wanderer" and "Band on a Run" by Paul M. of the Beatles, when, all of a sudden, a speeding Cadillac appeared out o f nowhere, like a flash of lightening. It was a drunk driver; he was cruising at a velocity of 70+ miles per hour, like a bat out of Hell. He struck her down and dragged her and her moped down the road a bit, before running her over. There wasn't much left, but the scattered remains of her and her moped, all scraped along the deeply wooded roadside of New Prospect Road. She had encountered her arch nemesis; the crushing machinery of some Cadillac that she loved so much determined her fate!