Possessed (Edited Edition)

Christopher Clarence. There's something really strange about that boy. He's wide eyed and pale faced. Every time he grins, death strikes again. Surely a small boy cannot commit such a crime? But who's behind this massacre? Copyright (C)

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3. Dinner

 

Dinner was quiet on the big, round, dark wooden table. All you could hear were the echoes of forks and knives clanking off the china plates. Mum was still in shock, but tried to put on a brave face. My stepdad, William, didn’t so as care. He drank even more after the disastrous event. I looked down at my plate. The sloppy mash potatoes and burnt sausages, smelt as horrible as ever. I pushed it around, just picking at it.

I didn't feel like hungry after what had happened. My heart saddens just thinking about it. My beautiful puppy drenched in his own pool of blood. I swear the image the refuses to leave my mind. Tears brimmed in my sore eyes as they slowly rolled across my check.

Christopher didn't join us once again. He never did. It’s like he never ate. No wonder he was only bones, his skin just stretched across them. Didn’t a boy his age need to eat? This was weird, very weird.

I always sat downstairs wondering why he never came down when it was time to eat. I guess I was going to find out today. I scrapped my chair back and got up. I looked at my mum and William. They were totally oblivious to everything around them at the moment.

I slowly dragged my feet up the creaky wooden stairs. I stopped at the top and took a deep breath. My footsteps echoed though out the house, each time I took a step on the landing. I stopped in front of Christopher’s door. It was opened a tiny crack, so I peeked through his bedroom door. What was this boy doing? He seemed to be speaking for once, which was a shock! 

"Yes mummy, I will." he said in a high voice. I would call it cute, but at this moment it didn’t fit in.

"I love you too mummy!" he spoke once again. It didn’t make sense. The only mum he had was my mum, and my mum was downstairs eating dinner. This scared me, now. A shiver ran down my spine. Who on earth could he be talking to?

I pushed forward to see more, when unexpectedly the door opened wide. My heart stopped for a brief second. Christopher stood there, right in front of me. He was wide eyed, pale faced, but there was something different. Christopher gave a slightly, scary smile, and walked toward me. His irises were pure black now. I swore they were green earlier on.

I stepped back automatically, knowing this wasn’t right. How could this be right? No small boy would act creepy like that. My heart pounded faster and faster. Christopher walked towards me even more. I turned on my heel and ran towards the nearest door. The bathroom. One I was in, I slammed the door shut behind me.

I walked backwards still staring at the closed door. What was happening? The sound of footsteps came nearer and nearer. Oh no. This could not be good! I took my final step backwards and I fell in the bath.

"Aaahh!" I yelled. I was covered in blood from my dead puppy. My puppy’s fur was slung, wet on my shoulder. I quickly pushed it away. Why was this happening? I just was about to get out of the bathtub when the door knob began to twist. I ducked back in, I wanted to hide, but there was no where I could go. The door opened, and a scream rolled of my tongue.

William was at the door, looking at me with deep disgust.  William? Where was Christopher? I was pretty sure he was coming after me in that creepy way. My eyes tore off Williams face and looked down to his leg. There, on right leg hung Christopher. He was grinning an evilly. I couldn’t help, but feel there was just something about that boy. It just wasn’t right. 

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