As he took his first step the floorboard beneath creaked and a sharp pain of fear rushed down his spine but he ignored it as much as he could and carried on. As he reached the bathroom door he noticed that it was closed with the light on and when he tried the handle he found that it was locked. This sent his mind into turmoil because there was only him and his mother in the house. He called “mother?” but there was no answer so he tried again. “Mother…are you in there?”. And yet again no answer came from within. He went to see if his mother was in her room, forgetting all his fear in doing so.
He got to his mother’s room and turned the handle. His fear rushed back to him as the putrid smell of fresh blood filled his nostrils. He then opened the door wide and peeped in but shot back out of the room and closed the door as he saw the floor and bed covered in blood. He fell on to the door as all his energy left his body and then he slowly crashed on to his knees and wept.
Thud! His head that had been buried in his arms quickly shot to attention. He was not alone. He knew that his mother’s killer was in the house, somewhere, and it was coming for him.
He thought that the best idea was to get back to his room because he knew it well and the door had a lock. The only problem was that he had to cross the corridor again and over the top of the stairway. He had not heard anything since the last time so he thought that it would be wise to go now because if the person were coming up stairs he would hear it. As he crept down the corridor a great amount of fear and confusion entered his mind. The bathroom door was wide open. Then as he walked past, the room was empty. But the sink that was normally clean and pearl white was now stained with the blood of his mother. He held back his tears due to him not wanting to give away where he was. When he reached his room he slowly closed his door, locked it and then pulled his cabinet across the door to stop his mother’s killer getting in. He then sat on his bed and rolled in to a ball trying to make sense of all that had happened. Then it hit him. If the bathroom door was locked when he walked past it first time and his mother had been killed that must mean that the killer was in there. Which left the question where was he now?
He did not hear anyone go down the stairs and the stairs were old so they creaked when anyone used them. That meant that he was still up stairs but where? There was only his room, his mother’s room, the bathroom and the spare room, but that needed a key to open it or to be smashed down but he doubted any would have because it would have made too much noise. Nobody went past him when he was walking back to his room. The only place left was his room.
He was so scared he could not scream. His head just turned to the walk in closet at the back of his room. The area of wall surrounding it looked jet black as if it had been consumed by a shadow. He knew he would go insane if he did not confront the killer of his mother and face him. So he stood slowly with tears in his eye and turned the knob of the door. Reluctantly he opened it. He stood in the doorway with his eyes closed and when he opened them there was nothing. Just the blackness of the closet. No one was inside. This caused him to collapse on the floor because his mind was being ravaged by the confusion and pain of the night. He wept and placed his head in his hands and cried.
Then he tasted blood. He looked at his hands and they were coated, as were his clothes. He had not noticed it before and then he noticed something tucked into the back of his pants. A knife. This sent him into a spiral of insanity. He then remembered what had happened and how he had a fight with his mother because she wanted to go to see the doctor again. Then he recalled when he went down stairs and got the largest knife he could find with which he then stabbed his mother again and again before he realised what he had done. He then ran to the bathroom to clean himself up. But he found that he could not clean him self so he stashed his clothes on the top shelf in his closet hoping that no one would find them. He broke down again but he tried to regain control because he knew that if he regained the anger he would be locked up again and he could not take any more of the treatment.
His mind then went blank as it did before and he went back to bed forgetting the whole night. But what he did not know is that a chilling and foreshadowing feeling will awake him. Just like before.
End
