Mr. Decker the Brain Stealing Monster
by Ryan Hammond
 
 
On a typical Friday afternoon I arrived in Mr. Decker’s room and took my 
seat while waiting for class to begin. Looking around the room I see how 
messy it is, papers on the floor, chairs moved around, his desk covered in 
everything imaginable, overloading trash can, board a mess, pens and pencils 
on the floor and oh so much more. He also has the chairs in messed up rows 
left that way from his previous classes. The students begin to file in 
disorderly and talking loudly. I look over at Mr. Decker, a slightly balding 
man wearing a white dress shirt, odd 1980’s tie, and tan dress pants, and 
half heartedly say “ yay another Friday afternoon”, he just laughs and 
begins looking for something on his desk. He shakes his head in 
disappointment as to not finding what he was looking for. Then he stands and 
walks to his lectern placed to ward the front and center of the room in 
front of the white board.
He begins his daily monotonous speech of how the day will be split into its 
usual thirds, him meeting with the poetry people, then the silent writing 
time, followed lastly by him meeting with the short story people. I give a 
big yawn and begin to space out. In my own little day dream world nothing 
seems to have changed form the world I just left. That is all soon to 
change. I begin looking around the room to find something that has changed 
but to no avail. The other students are all watching Mr. Decker each with a 
different expression on their faces.
Suddenly far of in the distance I hear the voice of Mr. Decker yelling 
“Ryan, Ryan …Ryan, Ryan pay attention!” I look towards where he should be 
and am shocked to see not my teacher but a hideous monster (different than 
his normal appearance) standing where my teacher should be. I look around 
the room in shock to see if the other students have noticed the change in 
our teacher but only see that the other students are just staring at him 
with blank looks, like zombies, on their faces.
Suddenly the hideous, bald, three eyed monster which is about ten feet tall 
begins walking towards me. Thump, Thump, Thump, getting closer and closer 
with each Thumping step. Thump. It begins to speak in a low demonic sounding 
voice
“Ryan, are you going to join the others? Your brain will be put to good 
use.”
“What do you mean my brain will be put to good use?!, you hideous beast!” I 
yell.
The hideous monster continues creeping closer and closer with his Thumping 
steps. Slime begins to ooze from his mouth as yhe hungrily stares at me, 
still babbling about how nice my brain would be in his collection. When the 
creature reaches about two feet away from me I begin to smell a vile pungent 
odor emitting from it. Suddenly, as go to get up from my seat and run I trip 
and fall to the floor. Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump is all I hear as the 
creature continues creeping closer thumping with every step. Lying on my 
back, shaking in terror as I watch the beast Thump closer, paralyzed with 
fear.  The beast keeps on creeping towards me with each Thumping step and 
the ooze is forming a slimy trail at his feet.  Somehow I convince my body 
to move and I scurry backwards still in my back. Only going a few feet I 
suddenly slam in to one of the cabinets in the back of the classroom. A mask 
falls from atop the cabinet landing in my lap, I scream in utter terror! The 
beast in unfazed by my scream and continues Thumping on towards me, creeping 
ever so slowly the odor getting stronger and more drool oozing from his 
mouth in thicker globs as they slide down his body amassing on the floor 
forming a trail as a snail would have only larger and nastier. I look around 
and see a few books piled near where I am so I grab a few of them. Looking 
at the cover of one I see that is the great Shakespearean classic of Hamlet. 
I say
“Well, I’m sorry Bill but Hamlet must be cast aside as to prevent my life 
from coming to an end here today.”
I throw the book at the beast and continue grabbing more classics such a  
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Moby Dick, Peter Pan, The Jungle Book, 
Te Crucible, and even the complete Poems of my favorite poet Edgar Allen 
Poe. Nothing even slows him down; they just bounce off of him. I look around 
in a last ditch effort to find someway out or a new object to throw at this 
beast. I spot the BRAIN CRUSHER (a massive dictionary weighing about fifteen 
million pounds) and reach for it, struggling to pull it towards me. I don’t 
know ho I did it but somehow I accomplished sliding it towards me. I think 
oh no, there is no way I can throw this at him it’s way too heavy, gr but I 
must try! It must have been the sheer terror or the adrenalin but some how  
I succeed and threw the dictionary at the beast. To my surprise it only 
glances off his scales and slams onto the floor opening to a page with the 
word “DEATH” on it. I stare in shock as he continues Thumping toward me now 
only inches away.  My panic reaches a new hysterical high point. The monster 
begins laughing manically as it is about to reach my shaking body. Then he 
is there standing in front of my body  as I lie there in panic, paralyzed 
with fear as  he reaches down  a scaly arm with stubby fingers ending in 
large sharp needle like claws instead of finger nails. A glob of slime drips 
from his mouth and lands on me sliding down my face as he reaches me and is 
hovering above me. I start to cough as I inhale the odor of my death. The 
slime begins to burn on my skin. I begin yelling, kicking, punching and 
hitting in anyway I can think of to try and get the beast to leave me alone 
and just go away but to no avail. As the beast grabs me with one arm, 
picking me up by the front of my shirt, I scream in my terror without 
anything I can do. The claws ripping through my shirt scraping against my 
torso tearing the skin. The monster then lifts his other hand very slowly, 
as he watches the terror in my eyes. He grins and I see two rows of sharp 
pointy, razor like, teeth waiting to devour me.
“Your brain is mine now foolish human!” it utters to me
he then slams me over the head with his other hand (if that’s what you can 
call it).
“I’m going to die now, here in school of all places, and even at the hands 
of my favorite teacher.” I mutter under my breath as I black out.
Suddenly I awake to see that the monster is gone and standing by my side is 
my normal, yet still vile teacher, Mr. Decker. I look around and when I 
notice him I yell
“You wont get my brain you mutant, monster, freak thing!”
and jump over a desk and run to the other side of the room. Laughter fills 
the air as students watch me in my panicked state. I look around confused. I 
run around to several of my peers and see if they are ok. After a moment I 
look around to the rest of them confused and say in a shaky voice
“Y...You …a….a...All…all.hav...Have y...Your…b…b...Brains? (Shakily pointing 
at Mr. Decker) H…H…He…di…di….didn’t t…t…..take th……th……them……fr…fr…from 
y…y…you?”
the class lets out another huge burst of laughter. Mr. Decker walks up to me 
and I cower in a corner away from him yelling for him to stay away and not 
come any closer. He just smiles and says
“Ryan, you have been day dreaming again, now go sit down and get back to 
work. Oh, and by the way stop this nonsense about me taking your brain.”
I slowly go back to my seat watching him carefully to make sure he isn’t 
going to get me and take my brain. After a few minutes of sitting a t my 
seat quietly I ask Mr. Decker
“Are you sure it was all only a daydream. I mean it all felt so real.”
With an awkward gleam in his eye he wipes a bit of drool from his chin and 
looks at me saying
“Yes Ryan, yes. Now get back to work.”
I decide to believe him since it is a somewhat weird proposition of him 
wanting to steal teenagers brains, plus those things only happen in b rated 
horror movies or stories written by kids who don’t know how to write a good 
story. I go back to doing my work and continue writing a story about my 
teacher so that I can read it in front of the class.
At the end of the day the final announcements come on and Mr. Decker calls 
over to me saying
“Ryan, I would like you to stay after school for a few minutes please, I 
need to get something from you…., ah I mean I need to give something to 
you.”
Drool drips from his chin as he looks away from me. I look around to see if 
anyone else noticed but they are all waiting to leave, listening intently 
with zombie like stares to the announcements. The thought crosses my mind 
that the other students never behave like this, they are always rowdy and 
pushing towards the door to be the first to leave.
“Why would Mr. Decker need me after class?” I think out loud.
One of the other students just tells me in a monotonous voice
“Shut up master wants us to be quiet so he can listen to the announcements.”
All expression drains from my face as I am shocked to hear a student call 
Mr. Decker called master.
“Oh my, it must not have been a dream!”
I try to rush out of the room as the bell rings but the others have blocked 
my only way out. I think
“Crap I’m trapped”
Mr. Decker walks up to me grabbing my arm as if to prevent me from running 
off and asks
“Are you feeling okay today Ryan?”
I respond while trying to figure out a way to escape by saying
“Ah….ah… ya….ya…I’m just fine. I ah... may I leave now?”
H looks at me with an awkward look in his eyes and says
“No, just one more thing.”
He turns around releasing my arm as he walks to his desk licking his lips. I 
think yes, this is my time to escape. As I begin to try and run for the door 
he yells
“Don’t even think about going any where just yet!”
He reaches in to his desk and begins to pull something out saying
“Ah yes this is what I want.”
The thought crosses my mind
“Oh no, he’s getting a knife to carve my brain out with! I have to get out 
of here.”
Glancing back to him I am relieved to see that it is only one of the stories 
that I have written for him. I am relieved yet still nervous as he 
approaches me saying
“I really liked your story and was wondering if I could put it in the 
Nutetron (our school paper)?”
I respond in a shaky voice by saying
“Yes, if you want to you can. May I go now?”
“Yes that was all”
I heave a big sigh of relief and run out of the room to catch my bus and go 
home, relieved that it was all only a dream.