Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

Oh!..I can't do it , These maths problems seem to bear a grudge against me!...I'm over it, enough now."
I went out for a stroll, fresh air was the optimum thing then. The sun was about to set, and the way the orange sunshine struck the leaves and made them glow like on fire, caught my eye,
And something else did too. A little boy sitting beneath one of the trees,with a picture in his hands. I went to him and asked him about what had happened, He looked at me silently for a minute.
"Whatsup pal? You thinking something?" I asked.
He didn't reply but kept the picture in his hands into his pockets now.
"Nothing".
His voice had a gloomy shade of grey to it.
I went on ahead with my walk and got rid of my frustration cause of that damn study session.
The sun had set now, It was over an hour now, Since I left my home, So I started back.
I saw him again, At the same spot.
"It's pretty late now, You should go back home now kid."
He handed the picture to me
!
It was a picture of my mother, With eyes missing and both arms ruptured.
 The body was on the floor, In a pool of blood.
"Hey! What is this!?"
But he was gone.
I rushed home, It was all true sadly. Neighbours had crowded around my house .
The police said that someone did this an hour ago, Which was apparently also the time I left.
Tears dried. That incident was over 7 years ago. I don't usually describe this to anyone, But something has happened which led me to write.
My doorbell rang, sometime ago, and a picture was kept on the porch.
A picture of me, Eyeballs out and a bullet hole in my forehead. I thought it was a prank, Until I looked ahead, And the boy was standing just ahead, In the driveway.