I had made sure all my children were chopping wood or chunking at negroes. It was just me and a knife I had pilfered from Judge Taylor’s property. If any of them knew I had a plot to kill those children I’d be outta Maycomb before you could say Finch. I had stayed in sharpening the knife on a busted chiffarobe. I’d get that wife of Tom Robinson’s too, if Deas wasn’t fit to shoot me the minute I laid my eyes on her. They all would pay soon, even Atticus. He would regret the day Taylor put him on my case. The plan was simple. On Halloween, children run around playing pranks on unsuspecting adults. I would hide out in front of the old house three doors to the south of the Finch place, where the Radley’s used to live. As the Finch kids merrily walk down the street back towards their house, I would spring on them and slice them into tiny shreds. Atticus and all the old women and men would be listening to their radios or sleeping with their noisy chickens, cluck-clucking. Nobody would be able to hear their cries for help. Then, as the town mourns their untimely death, Atticus would realize his grave mistake and give me a check big enough to fit my pocket for the next …show more content…
I looked down and realized I must have fallen onto my own stolen knife. The ghost of Arthur Radley carried the boy, probably to the afterlife. I recollected my thoughts and remembered the flash of memory that was formerly Arthur Radley. His pure white face, punctured with two dull, gray eyes and blank, white hands, sent back to his house on Earth to punish me. Up until that point I had never believed in a GOd, but by the time I saw the punishment left for me it was too late. I was dying. The girl’s bare feet touched my body, but I was losing blood too fast to grab her feet and finish the job. I realized that I had failed in my mission, the boy was being taken to a better place and the girl would stumble home, lost and confused. But tonight, I had given Atticus Finch the scare of his life. My memory would haunt him in this world and into the next. He would regret not facing me like a