The Evil Man and His Box of Chocolates

A menace to children, alone in his world.

Once upon a time there was a man of 87 years. He wasn't a boy in age, but his behavior was certainly that of a boy. This man was nicknamed "The Evil Man" by the neighborhood children, for although he looked like an old man he was always selfish and spiteful unlike the many other elders on the block. His true name was Nickolas, and thus he will be called henceforth in this text.

Now, every weekday when the children were playing outside, Nickolas would come outside with a box of chocolates, and he would eat each and every one in front of the children playing in the school park. He had done this for so many years that everyone in the neighborhood hated him. The following incidents occurred on such a day.

Throughout the morning the children had been working on tiresome and boring worksheets, and they were looking forward to recess. The clocks on the walls each ticked in everlasting seconds, counting down to the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding! It rang at last, much to the relief of the bored children at their desks. In seconds they were off to the playgrounds for a jolly time of much noise and merriment. The crowd of children poured out of the building, and this was just what Nickolas was waiting for, hearing aids tuned up to hear just the moment the bell rang.

Slowly a door creaked open, and Nickolas shuffled out of his house with a heaping box full of chocolates. His face hefted a smile that was permanently carved in wrinkles on his visage. Around his waist was the remainder of many a box of such wonderous chocolates he held in his hand. He looked as though Santa Claus had a midlife crisis and started rewarding naughty children for their deeds. He even had the name to go with the description.

As it always was, Nickolas first walked around the park with his chocolates, which roused a craving for such treats in the little children. Of course they grabbed at the chocolates, but Nickolas was too tall and just chuckled at their fruitless endeavors. Rocks were only occasionally thrown, and were blocked by the chocolates when they were. The rowdy children gathered in fury at this menace of an elderly man, glasses an inch thick with a prickly beard of ivory white.

Nickolas' body had slowly been losing functionality, and as of late he had almost dropped his box of chocolates. Only this kept the children's attention on him, so routinely did this eating of chocolate take place. Nickolas was never tackled in any way for he would surely die, and nobody wants the blood of any human on their hands.

The children's eyes now followed Nickolas to the bench where he usually sat to eat the chocolates. Where he ate each and every one. But this time he collapsed before he could make it there. The children trampled him getting to the box of chocolates they so desired, though Nickolas had already perished.

As the first chocolate was ingested, it was quickly ejected from the mouth of the child. Bitter and stale, the chocolates each had their own share of Nickolas' prescription medicine, which he ate in the park after a short stroll to watch the children play. He had told the children of the past not to ask for his chocolates, but slowly the reason faded away with his ability to hear. His funeral was an empty affair, staff only were the attendants, for he had no family. His life had come to an end with the same loneliness it had in the beginning.