Story At Night's
Blenders

“What is bu?”, a child enters into a kitchen, when he sees his mother in there.

“Mother is repairing this blender, Colin. Your father didn't fix it even though I told him repeatedly”

“What's the damage bu?”

“Entailah, I think his knife eye is clogged”

The mother had dismantled the blender that she had, now only the engine and knife parts that she tried to repair. The switch from the blender was deliberately unplugged, so that no electricity flowing to the blender that he was repairing. His cry shuffled through the machine parts and blender blades. From the flash of light that emanated, it seemed like the blade of the blender was extremely sharp. You can cut anything quickly.

“Colin, can you help mom?”

“What help bu?”

“Please look at your sister, she was playing in the backyard earlier! Mom is not finished with this”

“But he's grown up, let him take care of himself mom!”

“Colin, your sister is only 5 years old. How can you say that?”

“Yes yes, alright!”

The boy left even while grumbling, the mother resumed her work. When Colin searches the backyard, he can't find his sister. “Where did the boy go?” About 10 minutes he searched, but did not find his sister.

The mother was very serious about her work, without realizing her 5-year-old son entered the kitchen. He walked so slowly that he made no sound at all. Colin is still in the backyard, he just decided to go back to the kitchen to tell his mother that he did not find his sister.

The 5-year-old boy smiled at his busy mother, but then a few lines on the floor caught his attention. He approached the wires, and sat in between. It seemed that he was very interested in the coils of the cable, right in front of him was a switch lying. The boy gripped a cable, and he kept staring at the switch in front of him. The boy smiled as he leaned toward the switch, raised his hand and began to insert the base of the cable he was holding into the switch. When Colin went into the kitchen and saw her, he shouted. But too late, the boy had already inserted the base of the cable into the switch.

Instantly electricity flows from the switch into the cable, and electricity is flowed into the blender machine that is being repaired. As the electricity flowed, the mother's hand was between her knife eyes. The sound of the machine broke the silence, and the blade of the blender spun rapidly, grinding the mother's hand!

The mother screamed very loudly, blood splashing all over the room. He tried to pull out his hand, but the blade had already destroyed it. His five fingers were sliced until smooth, the pain radiating throughout the mother's body. The sound of shattered bones mixed with the sound of the engine roar, the mother shouted loudly. Colin tried to help her, his face was covered in blood. He pulled his mother's body, so he finally slipped off and fell to the floor. The mother's hand was gone, fresh blood dripping from the base of her wrist being severed.

Blood filled the kitchen, and cries of pain engulfed the silence of the house.

The blender also fell to the floor. Because it was not firmly attached, finally his knife eye was thrown from its place. The blade soared into the air at high speed, bouncing several times on the kitchen wall. Until finally the knife landed right in the middle of the mother's neck.

The knife stuck it through the mother's neck. Swirling around in the neck cavity, destroying the trunk of his throat. His body trembled as he felt the blade slit his throat, his voice raucous and heavy. A mixture of extreme pain, and his body that is dying.

His blood poured into the air, and into Colin's entire body which was right next to him. Colin's scream broke, when he saw his mother slit a knife from the blender. Over time the blade stopped turning, and the mother's body no longer moved.

Not long after that the kitchen became silent, the entire wall was covered with blood. It was as if the kitchen had just been painted in red. Colin could only stay next to his mother's corpse, his body trembling. While the mother was no longer moving, her body was stiff with a shattered neck. Blood flowed heavily from his neck, the wound on his mother's neck so large that the wall behind him could be clearly seen through the already torn neck cavity, through the already torn and decomposed skin. Between the gaping neck cavity, the blade of the blender was still stuck. Sticking firmly, until it can break the veins in just a matter of seconds.

From behind a table in the kitchen, a 5-year-old boy peeked at Colin and his mother. A cheerful smile rose from his lips. Her face covered in her own mother's blood showed a sweet expression typical of children her age.