The Terrible Child

I am reading the book about a terrible child. His father is driving a red car and has to stop by the side of the road to try and calm the child down. The child gets out of the car and begins smashing the headlights with his bare fists. A woman walks by and the child trips her, then kicks her with supernatural force in front of an oncoming semi-trailer. She is crushed, her right arm tears off and sprays the man with blood. The child then runs into a nearby house. A woman screams, china shatters, and flames light up the upstairs windows. SUDDENLY, I AM THAT MAN. I am standing there beside my red car soaked in blood and everyone is staring at me in shocked horror. I get into my car and start to drive away. Then I see in my rear-view mirror that the child is holding one end of a bungee cord. The other end is attached to the frame of my driver's side window. As I accelerate the car slows down, tilting right. The tires squeal. The child flashes a smile as wide as the SPIDER KITTY'S and ten lets go of the cord. I hear it zooming toward me. I hear it thunk in my brain. I wake up drenched in sweat. It’s 11 a.m. Candace has already gone to work.