Ghosts of Burn Barrel's Past

Inspired by: SimpleSurvival27 on Flickr

A Halloween horror story. 

 

"How can we sleep when our beds are burning" 

 

Ghosts of Burn Barrel’s Past

It was a warm Friday afternoon when misses Newell took a large white trash bag full of daycare diapers out to the burn barrel. As misses Newell began to load the burn barrel, the ashes began to swirl as if they were caught in a mini dust devil. Misses Newell stopped to see if there was a sudden change in weather. There was no breeze or wind at all.  Shrugging her shoulders, she continued to load the burn barrel, as the swirling stopped. Then once misses Newell had loaded the burn barrel ¼  of the way and the trash bag was empty, she tossed the empty bag in and then went to pull the daycare trash can closer to the burn barrel. Once she had the lid off, she went back inside to get the 24 year-old diapered and disabled midget that looked and acted just like a two-year old due to him being slightly developmentally delayed, that she and Daniel had been paid $5,000 to dispose of and another $5,000 after disposal.

Misses Newell:  (taking Bailey by his hand and leading him out to the burn barrel)

Come on Bailey, it’s time for your disposal hon.

Bailey: NO! I, I, I don’t wanna go! You said…I would get my diaper changed and I could choose what diaper I wanted to wear!

Misses Newell: I will NOT be changing you sweetie. It doesn’t matter if your diapers are wet or dry now. I’m sorry but it’s time for disposal now!!!

Bailey: But, But, But, I still have clean diapers in my diaper bag!

Misses Newell: Hon, it’s trash now and so are any clothes and diapers that were left here. Now…do you want your clothes on or off?

Bailey: Can I wear just my diaper please?

Misses Newell: Sure sweetie. 

As misses Newell began to take Bailey’s shorts and onesie bodysuit off, ashes inside the burn barrel began to swirl around as if there were a strong wind. Suddenly, ghostly flames began to shoot up from inside the burn barrel which made misses Newell scream and step back. As she stepped back, she tripped and fell, falling onto her butt as two ghostly, transparent apparitions began to come and float over her. Misses Newell’s face turned a very pale white as she stammered to say;

Misses Newell: GGGet…..WHO….are you?

Ghost 1: Don’t you recognize my brother and I?

(Ghost flashes his saggy disposable Pampers he was wearing when he was put into the burn barrel)

Misses Newell began to swallow hard, making a gulping sound as she slowly backed herself towards the house. Misses Newell kept turning her head and looking in the direction of the sliding glass door. She finally was able to get up and dart to the sliding glass door, open it and slide it closed. The ghosts of Christian and Hunter slipped through the glass door and came into the house, following miss Newell. The two ghostly, brightly flaming apparitions hovered over misses Newell on the bed. Misses Newell began to throw clean disposable diapers at the two apparitions but the diapers went right through them, landing near the bedroom doors.

Misses Newell: YYYOU…are….ssssuposed to be dead! I disposed of you two!

Christian floats closer and hovers over misses Newell.

Christian: Mommy, Mommy? Why did you and daddy dispose of us like that? Whose “Bright” idea was that?

Misses Newell buried her head in one of her pillows. Then as Christian tapped his mom’s back to get her attention, Misses Newell took one fast look and then buried her face into the pillow again. Next thing she knew, she found herself laying in the diaper pail, surrounded by unrolled wet and messy diapers as she watched as she walked up to the diaper pail holding two folded over wet disposable diapers which she tossed into the pail on top of herself. Misses Newell, laying in the pail began to beg her NOT toss the diapers in but the other Misses Newell said;

Misses Newell: I’m sorry sweetie, but this is where the dirty diapers go for disposal.

Misses Newell looked down at her semi-diaper-covered feet and legs, noticing that she had a ballooning, soaking wet Pampers diaper on. What seemed like only a few minutes later, the other Misses Newell came back to the diaper pail to toss in a couple more diapers and a pull-up. Misses Newell in the trash can full of diapers asked the OTHER Misses Newell if she could have her diaper changed because it was soaked.

Misses Newell: (Standing over the diaper pail) Sorry honey, once you’re in the trash I don’t care if your diaper is clean, dry and comfy or soaking wet.

Misses Newell: (Lying in the trash can/diaper pail) Will you take me onesie off before I am disposed of? Do you have to put me into the burn barrel mommy?

Misses Newell: (Standing over the trash can/diaper pail) Yes, I am afraid so! That’s how we dispose of the trash and dirty diapers sweetie; yes I will take your onesie off before you go into the barrel.

The next thing Misses Newell knew, she was being taken out of the trash can after the other misses Newell had tossed the top layers of dirty, folded-over diapers, into the metal can on the porch and stood up beside the can while the OTHER misses Newell began to unfasten the buttons between her legs on her onesie. Once the wet, dirty pee and poo stained onesie was off and wadded up, the other misses Newell picked up the little misses Newell and laid her on her back inside, tossing the wadded up dirty onesie next to her. Then she picked up the trash can, from inside the house, poured the dirty diapers all over her, covering her from feet to head as she poured.

Misses Newell: (Lying inside the trash can/diaper pail) NO! STOP!! I’m NOT trash! Please! Stop dumping all those dirty diapers on me!

As unrolled, folded-over wet disposable diapers covered her head and face in layers, Misses Newell outside the can was brought the other square, brown trash can that had pull-ups and dirty diapers in it. She pushed down on the diapers in the silver can, packing them down some to make room fore more diapers.

Misses Newell: (Lying in the silver can under layers of dirty disposable diapers) UUUUH! OH! NASTY!!YUUUCK!!!!

Misses Newell: (outside the can) Sweetie, I have to make more room for more diapers.

Misses Newell: (In the trash can) Let….ME…OUT!! how long will I be in here mommy?

Misses Newell: (outside the can) Oh, not long.

Right after Misses Newell said that, she put the metal lid on and locked it.

Before too long, the lid came off and more diapers were dumped in before the lid went back on. The Hot, sweaty, humid, smelly air inside the can began to loom and intensify.

Before too long, the real Daniel Newell walked into the bedroom looking for his sexy, strong, beautiful wife.

When Daniel walked into the bedroom, he froze! His face turned pale, the blood draining from it, a tight, sickening feeling began to emerge. He saw two child-sized, ghostly, flaming, burnt figures hovering over the bed and misses Newell.

Suddenly, one of the ghostly, flaming figures turned around and faced him.

The ghost’s upper body, head and face were blackened, shriveled, and scorched, there were no eyes, in place of eyes, were two flickering bright, bluish white lights. The torso was scorched, singed, and peeling. Two leg and feet bones hung in the air below the waist and a partially burned Huggies overnite diaper with a partially burned toddler cloth pre-fold diaper underneath, sticking out just enough through the leg elastics caught Daniel’s eye. Realizing that the two burnt and flaming ghosts were that of their two adopted sons that they had disposed of, Hunter and Christian, Daniel forced himself to back out of the bedroom and make a dash towards the kid’s bedroom. Before he got to move, Hunter put his blackened index finger to his burnt lips.

Hunter’s Ghost: SHHHHHH!!! Do NOT disturb! How can we sleep when our beds are burning?

Daniel made a mad dash to the kid’s bedroom in a panic. Meanwhile Misses Newell was lying in the daycare dirty diaper trash can, when the OTHER misses Newell dragged the heavy aluminum daycare trash can full of diapers and other daycare trash, over to the burn barrel and opened the lid. The OTHER misses Newell began taking handfuls of the diapers and other trash out and tossing them into the bottom of the burn barrel while the OTHER Daniel Newell started gathering up kindling and a few logs. Then Daniel went and retrieved the two five-gallon containers of diesel fuel and set them down next to the kindling and logs. Then Daniel began to help load the burn barrel as he smoked his Marlboro cigarettes that came in a black and white pack. After he was done smoking, he flicked the cigarette cherry off into the yard before tossing the butt into the burn barrel.

Once the diapers had been loaded into the burn barrel from the top half of the load in the can that had been covering misses Newell, Daniel reached into the can, inserted his hands under her armpits and lifted her up and out of the can with her feet dangling in the air and then held her over the burn barrel before lowering her down into it before forcing her to lie down on her back, on top of a bunch of open, wet and messy diapers.

Misses Newell: (Lying in the burn barrel) HEY! Honey! Baby! It’s ME…your lovely wife…remember?

Daniel Newell: It’s time for your disposal now, so lie down and be quiet! Here is your last bottle of chocolate milk. (Handing little misses Newell the bottle in the burn barrel)

Then both the OTHER Daniel and Misses Newell continue to load the rest of the diapers from the daycare can and then a bunch of cloth diapers from an old, green, waste management 97 gallon can that was used to store the cloth diapers and plastic pants.

Both Daniel and Misses Newell shook and tossed the cloth diapers into the barrel until it was full enough that there was JUST enough room for six pieces of kindling and two small logs.

Misses Newell: (Lying in the barrel) You’re not going to put those in here are ya?

Daniel: Yes, afraid so.

Misses Newell: (Outside the barrel) We can use the kindling and logs to keep everything burning longer so everything burns down better.

Then Daniel grabs one of the fuel containers, flips the lid and begins pouring it all over everything in the barrel, making sure to generously soak misses Newell’s wet disposable diaper then soaking her hair very, very well, pouring diesel fuel directly into her hair as he slicked the oily fuel thoroughly into the hair, her head, and then her upper body before her legs and feet.

Misses Newell: (Lying in the barrel) BRRRR! I’m cold!

Suddenly, misses Newell lying there had several hard flashbacks hit her all at once, remembering that Daniel had done this to Hunter during HIS disposal!

The sudden flashbacks stunned misses Newell to the point of absolute fear!

Daniel: don’t worry, in a few minutes, you’ll “warm up” to the idea of disposal! I am not going to have ANY MORE “heated debates” with you about this! It’s time to…light up your life now! YOU are about to become my “hunk of burning love”!!! Ready?

Daniel takes one of the diesel fuel soaked cloth diapers and uses his Zippo lighter to light it. Once the diaper begins to burn, he tosses it into the barrel, catching everything on fire with a tall burst of flame! Misses Newell starts screaming, moving and struggling to get the flames off her! Suddenly, misses Newell wakes up, shoots straight up in bed to a sitting position. She looks over at the clock on the side table, out of breath, panting and swallowing hard. The clock says 3:00 pm. There are sunshine rays shining through the blinds and curtains in the bedroom window. She looks over at Daniel who is lying next to her. Daniel wakes up, realizes that she is sitting up, sweating and out of breath;

Daniel: SO hot stuff, what’s burning on your mind?

Misses Newell glares at Daniel in disbelief. Suddenly, Misses Newell shoots up in bed to a sitting position in REAL life, looks at the clock on he side table, it reads; 3:35 am.

Daniel rolls over, opens one eye and mumbles;

Daniel: Are you alright baby? You’ve been having a nightmare……on MY street! (a clip of the song “nightmare on my street plays)

Again, misses Newell glares at Daniel but THIS time, she gets up and out of bed, slips into her night gown, then walks down the short hall to the kid’s room and opens the door. The door swings open and nothing but sky and clouds appear in place of where the bedroom, cribs and beds should be. Misses Newell falls out and into the sky and as she falls, she starts seeing grandfather clocks, ticking and chiming, passing her by as she falls. Next thing she sees are Daniel, driving his semi down the road, waving to her as he drives away. Then she sees all of her kids as teenagers, standing at her gravesite in morning. Then her feet suddenly go from horizontal to vertical as she continues to fall.

She starts to see parts of her home as it is today. The kitchen, then the living room, then the kid’s bedroom all fly by. Suddenly, she alights softly onto some weird brick or stone platform where stairs seem to defy the laws of gravity and laws of physics such as the scene in “The Labyrinth.” Misses Newell sees Daniel standing there looking just like David Bowie had in that same scene. Misses Newell sees her new baby climbing one of the stairs, crawling up one set and as she goes to follow him, she sees him crawling on another set! Just as she starts towards her baby, Daniel, as David bowie steps in front of her, doing the gravity-defying move as he does, and then he says;

Daniel: Uh, uh, uh! (Shaking/waving his index finger at her)

Then suddenly, misses Newell shoots up in bed and then falls out of bed onto the carpeted floor next to the bed, with her feet out in front of her, sweating and out of breath.

Daniel is snoring and in a deep sleep. He doesn’t notice misses Newell had fallen out of bed. Misses Newell goes to check on their infant and change their diaper. Once she gets done changing the wet diaper, she takes the folded over diaper straight out to the porch to toss it into the daycare trash can. She steps through the sliding door way and over to the can where she unlocked the lid and opened it. She peered down and saw Bailey lying in the can covered with a few open, wet disposable diapers with one partly covering his face with the inner liner facing his skin. Bailey turns over, moves the diaper aside so to see who is there. He sees misses Newell standing there, holding a diaper.

Bailey: Are you still going to dispose of me?

Misses Newell: Yes, today, afternoon sometime.

Bailey: can I get my last diaper change? I didn’t get it yet.

Misses Newell: Sorry kiddo, I am not going to change you now.

Bailey: Are you going to dump more diapers in here?

Misses Newell: Yes, there are a lot more diapers going in there from the daycare and our kid’s room too.

Bailey: can I get this…..soaking wet, smeared onesie off that has coffee grounds and coffee all over it?

Misses Newell: We’ll see when it’s time.

Misses Newell tosses the diaper in and then pushes down on the diapers covering Bailey so that the lid will close without any of the diapers sticking out. Misses Newell moves the diaper bailey moved aside, back over his face with the padding against his facial skin.

Bailey: HEY! UH! NO! STOP!!!

Then the lid was put back on and locked. Misses Newell went back inside and back to bed. Around 10:00 am, misses Newell came back outside to empty the two diaper pails and the kitchen compactor trash. She unlocked the lid and set it down nest to the can. This time, misses Newell dumped more coffee grounds and filters on top of Bailey’s diaper, stomach and thighs before two banana peels, some orange peels, left-over milk and fruity-O’s, and then more diapers.

Bailey: HEY! EEEEW! That was my diaper and tummy! Now that stuff is all OVER my diaper and tummy! YUCK!

Then misses Newell’s daughter came over carrying a trash bag of dirty diapers, a left over pack of Parent’s Choice size six diapers, left-over from when someone left them over 7 months ago and a few more left-over food items from lunch. Misses Newell leans over the can with her palms open flat, ready to pack the trash down more so more trash will fit, she packs the trash down all around and inside the can. She pushes down on the diapers covering Bailey’s face.

Bailey: HEY! MMMMFT! UUUH! OUCH! Stop it!!!

Misses Newell then pushes down on Bailey’s chest pretty hard then onto his pelvis and ballooning wet diaper which leaks out some wetness as if it were a sponge.

Then misses Newell pushes down hard on his legs, thighs and feet before lifting the diaper bag and setting it into the can. Then she empties the left-over graham crackers, peanut butter sandwiches and other food scraps onto Bailey’s face and chest as the peanut butter and jelly left-overs tumbled onto his onesie and then into his hair and even some onto his diaper, misses Newell’s daughter asked;

Misses Newell’s Daughter: Is that boy in a diaper going into the burn barrel?

Misses Newell: Unfortunately, yes…he is.

Misses Newell’s Daughter: He looks and smells yucky!

Misses Newell: Yes, yes, he does. He’s trash now. Mommy is going to burn the trash this afternoon.

Then misses Newell took the bag of dirty diapers from her daughter and put it into the can covering poor Bailey’s legs and feet as well as part of his diaper. Then she took the left-over package of Parent’s Choice size six diapers and put them over bailey’s face and head, packing them and tucking the package in around him so that the package would fit.

Then she put the lid back onto the trash can and relocked it before misses Newell and her daughter went back inside. As the two went back inside, misses Newell’s daughter kept asking questions about Bailey and why he was in the trash and if she would ever end up in there too.

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