The Day I K*lled My Mother

The Day I K*lled My Mother


From the inky depths of the night, a chill slithered into my veins, weaving a tapestry of dread around my heart. Each raindrop, a mournful echo on the windowpane, seemed to whisper a lament for a soul lost to the shadows. Ever since that tempestuous eve, when my father vanished like a wisp of smoke, the night has cloaked itself in an aura of chilling absence and menacing silence.

His journey home, shrouded in sheets of relentless rain, was abruptly cut short, leaving behind only an unsettling void where his presence once filled our lives.

Days bled into weeks, frantic searches yielding nothing but the deafening symphony of unanswered questions. The once warm embrace of our home now echoed with the unsettling symphony of the unknown. Muffled whispers slithered from vacant corridors, disembodied shadows danced a macabre waltz on the walls, and cryptic messages materialized on his computer screen, each character a chilling fragment of a puzzle I desperately sought to solve.

Hidden amongst the mundane files on his computer, a trove of the extraordinary lay unearthed. His search history, a twisted tapestry woven with threads of the arcane: paranormal occurrences, journeys beyond the veil of time, and whispers of universes unseen. Was my father merely curious, or had he stumbled upon something far more sinister? And was his inexplicable disappearance a twisted consequence of his forbidden knowledge? The night, once a canvas of slumber, now stretched before me, an enigma pulsating with secrets, beckoning me to unravel its chilling truth.

The rain poured down heavily, and the darkness covered everything. I sat in my room, watching the raindrops fall on the window, when suddenly, I was shaken by a faint groan coming from somewhere in the house.

Fear crept into my heart, and I began to search for the source of the sound. But everything was quiet, and I found nothing unusual.

I returned to my room, trying to shake off the feeling of anxiety. But then, I heard another sound coming from downstairs. A soft sound, like the rustling of leaves.

I crept cautiously towards the source of the sound, my heart pounding in my chest.

I emerged from the room to find my mother standing in the middle of the house, wearing her black coat and her hair wet with rain. She looked worried, as if she was waiting for something.

I asked her if something was wrong, but she answered with an unintelligible mumble.

My fear and confusion grew. My mother looked anxious without revealing the reason for her anxiety, and she pointed to my father's red car, which was being driven by a stranger towards the lake. What was going on?

Without thinking, I ran to the door and rushed out of the house, following the red car.

The rain was pouring down heavily, and the darkness covered everything. I couldn't see the driver's face clearly, but I felt a strange fear coursing through my veins.

I arrived at the lake to find the red car submerged in the water. There was no sign of the driver, as if he had vanished into thin air. I felt shock and confusion, not knowing what to do or what to think.

Who was that stranger driving my father's car? What did he do to him? And why did he disappear without a trace?

I tried to return to my mother to tell her what had happened, but before I could reach her, someone hit me on the head, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself inside the red car. There was a strange sound coming from the back seat. I tried to open my eyes and turn to the sound, but before I could, someone hit me on the head again, and I lost consciousness.

The mystery deepens…