Tiny Stories: Susa’s Playground

Popular belief has it that the universe is comprised of atoms. In reality, the universe is actually made up of…

Everyone who ever met Susa knew there was something not quite right with the soft-spoken alabaster-skinned little girl but not one single solitary soul could have told you what it was that set her at odds with the rest of humanity.

She appeared to love her parents dearly, was respectful to adults, kind to animals and everyone she met, and never spoke a bad word against anyone or anything, never threw a tantrum, and was never angry or upset with anyone over any matter, not even when people were unkind to her.

But each time Susa’s head touched the pillow, the young girl would spend her sleeping hours traipsing through the dreams of the unkind others, pulling them into a phantasmagorical landscape which showcased the death of everything, their loved ones, hopes, ideas, memories, and every other type of death both real and imagined.

Not as revenge or punishment, mind you, but as an example of the rewards that awaited those determined to remain on the wrong side of her good temperament.

23 responses to “Tiny Stories: Susa’s Playground

  1. The scariest thing about kids is they can be creepy without even meaning to be. When my daughter was 4, I was asleep on the couch and woke up to her sitting on my chest holding a BUTCHER KNIFE and Reese’s cup. She woke me up poking me with the knife and said “Can you open this for me, Mommy?”😂. How did she even get the knife!?

    I’m glad Tiny Stories are back!

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    • Only a parent could brush off an incident like that so casually.

      Well, hopefully, your daughter didn’t harm herself or you with the knife, and mommy learned a valuable lesson about keeping sharp and dangerous things out of the reach of peanut butter cup-loving four-year-olds.

      Cheers, Suranne, for taking the time to read and share your unsettling story.

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      • That happened years ago and trust me (I’m not a bad mom) all the dangerous stuff had been secured which made it even more of a mystery because to this day I still have no idea how she got the knife or found my secret stash of Reese’s cups, and she can’t tell me because she has no recollection of the event.

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      • I wasn’t casting any aspersions on your parenting skills, Suranne. I know full well that children are the embodiment of the saying “where there’s a will, there’s a way.” I’m just glad the both of you came out on the other side intact.

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  2. This reminds me of that Twilight Zone episode with the kid from Lost in Space where he’d make the people he didn’t like disappear. How do you solve a problem like Susa? Today it’s just people who are unkind to her but what happens when she hits puberty and hormones start messing with her brain? You can’t take her life because she’s just a kid, but think about it:
    The people in her neighborhood would have a deep, underlying paranoia and fear. Even if they do honestly hate her, fear is very powerful. You might say you could slip something into her chocolate milk and end the nightmare, but then you’d have to live with what you’ve become.

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    • The kid was Billy Mumy (who was very convincing in the role) and he sent the people he didn’t like into “the cornfield.”

      We’re a strange breed that has the ability to normalize even the most bizarre events if they occur with any sort of regularity, so yes, while people might be filled with paranoia and fear, those who did not move away immediately would learn to live around Susa’s “gift.”

      You do raise an interesting point, though. Will her ability turn into something more deadly once she hits puberty and would you be able to nip the problem in the bud while she’s still young? And could you live with yourself if you did the unthinkable?

      You are one dark woman, Cuca, and I have to admit that I like it!

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  3. I don’t think this little girl is scary. In fact kids who are over judged and disciplined tend to put on this exterior to protect themselves. They need to pampered ruthlessly and given abundant oppurtunity to be naughty, so that they can learn about mistakes and forgiveness. So that they can become more tolerant of her shortcomimgs and then more tolerant of the shortcomings of others.

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  4. I remember when I was 5 or 6, I was drawling a story about these 4 girls playing. Two were the older sisters, and two were the little sisters. They were having a race and the older girls won. The little girls got jealous so the killed the older girls. Then there was this crazy sipping straw that sucks the blood out of them. I was a weird kid.

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  5. I love how your comment section is all about creepy kid revelations!
    I’m not a kid but I’ve scared all of my family members because I walk really quietly. I hear them talk about it to people sometimes like “We’ll open the fridge to get something and she isn’t there, but then when you close the fridge SHES RIGHT THERE”. I can also walk away from a group of people and they won’t even realize I left until a few seconds later, I’m just a really quiet person. Am I alive?

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    • There are only so many ways I can say thank you and I’ve just about exhausted all of them, so I welcome comments that I can respond to without repeating thank yous, which I’m sure people are tired of getting, anyway.

      As for your ability, I think you’ve missed your calling, Peri. You should start a business where you hire yourself out to people who want unwanted roommates/family members to move out or guests who’ve outstayed their welcome to leave the house. I think you’d make a mint.

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  6. I like your story blah-blah-blah (you said you welcome comment you can respond to without saying thank you so I’m gonna hop on the scary kids band wagon I hope you don’t mind)
    Kids are scary man, my little brother was 6 an I was 12, he came up to me one day and said
    “Grampa wants to talk to you”
    He died of cancer about 5 years ago at that time so i said to him
    “He’s dead, dead people cant talk”
    Then he led me to the lounge room to grampa’s old favorite place to sit, then my brother said
    “He’s right in front of us, cant you see him?”
    I quickly walked away and told my mom she said he was just playing a game its not real. Real or not I didn’t sleep for 3 days.
    Why do kids gotta be so damn scary 😃

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