Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

It's like I had just woken up and been living blacked out for the last couple years but everything had picked up where it left off. I knew I had a child. My father had started a foundation called twelve hearts but I would soon realize he did this out of guilt more as a cover up. My son was five years old his name was Nabeel I remember him as a baby he was so sweet with long dark curly hair and a dark complexion. Just a few days after I gave birth they took me to see a specialist for depression I was away from him for a week it drove me insane but when I got home everything returned to normal. We continued to live happily with our new baby boy, his father and I. Fast forward to Nabeel at five years, This is what happens next that makes no sense my father had adpoted a child for me a young boy looking exactly identical to Nabeel he had packaging and paperwork with the birth mother's name on it. My father had made arrangements to name him Nabeel before I met him and it was as if he to had been programed as if to think I was his real mother and that was his real name. It all clicked at once. I broke down crying for I loved the new Nabeel like he was really mine. But at the same time I wondered where my real baby boy went. I did not understand. I began asking questions only to get no answers other than the talk about our new foundation twelve hearts. There was a darker secret at work here. One night I lay awake so long Wondering if I was going crazy. I started exploring the house I apparently had been living in the last few years but have been blacked out to. I reach the basement stairs and once again break down and cry calling out for my real baby to come home. Nobody remembered me giving birth seeing him grow up nothing and nobody but me. As I sit there crying hysterically I hear a strange noise. I shudder as if I feel something scary but not anew. I take only a few steps into the dark basement and I see what looks like a child. Could it be? I immediately turn on the lights and I run to the basement and reach the bottom of the stairs standing in front of me I see my baby boy age 2 standing in front of me. I sank to my knees. Could I be dreaming? He says nothing to me. I go to pick him up he lets me. I continue back up the stairs with him. My father standing in the kitchen staring, looking terrified. My father tells me to put him down now but I refuse. I start to feel cold fall over me and the child in my arm sinks his teeth deep into my right arm enough to draw quiet a bit of blood I release him and he runs back down into the basement. We stand there in silence I demand to know the truth. My father begins to talk and I quiver at every word he says. I had lost my baby boy when he was just two. My father had took him on a camping trip and he had wondered off just the moment he turned his back. It wasn't until hours later my father had found him unconscious and dead in the woods. He took him home and preserved his body. He made a deal with the devil. He had always told me Twelve Hearts was a program placing twelve children into loving homes forever in twelve weeks. It was not true. My father knew I could not bare the pain of what had happened to my son. If my father finds twelve hearts of children to sacrifice to the devil by releasing there souls unto him he would bring my son back to life, back to me. As for the adopted son he try to convince me was mine he was just more like a projection or ghost if u will. This whole deal and made me forget everything, it wiped almost my whole memory clean but a mother's love was too strong to completely forget. My husband knew long ago he left he couldn't bare it. He wondered what was wrong with me I wasn't grieving. I was going about daily life. That's when my father had moved me into his house and the real process began. I look at my father and I ask what next huh? He says he will continue to fix it all sobbing. I answer no need. I turn around and head towards the basement door, knowing my real child in afterlife awaits me. I know the presentation of what stands before me is filled with evil and.   hatred but I will pour a mother's love and light on him and promise to follow him to the other side.  After a few moments my father follows behind me searches through the whole basement to find nothing not one single trace of us as if we had vanished, but what awaits him after he turns around to exist is another story. The darkness has come to collect a debt he did not pay.     Copyright.1.28.2018.