Skeletons in the Closet: Part 3 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Deep. Deep in the dungeon of the boy’s father’s closet, he stood. The smell finally turned his stomach sour and he vomited. With all his might he gathered the strength to find a way to break the boy free. On a table, filled with many blades and other torture weapons, some keys sat. The boy grabbed the keys and tried each one until he was able to unshackle the emaciated boy.

“The man with the empty eyes! He will find us and kill us!” the emaciated boy fell in to the little boy’s arms.

When the police arrived, so did most of the town, screaming and shouting, validation of his father’s evil torture. Several young boys had been missing for some time. The poor emaciated boy, the father’s son found, was the only boy left. All the others had suffered the most horrible deaths and there was no reason given to the police for the horrible crimes by the boy’s father. He just sat silently as the home was investigated. Several skeletons were removed from the closet in body bags. Parents saw their children’s bones for one last time, before the morgue, before their funerals.

When they finally began to take the boy’s father out of the home, the father made eye contact with his son, for what would be the last time. The boy for the first time saw how empty his father’s eyes were. The boy turned away and ran to his mother, and hugged her tightly. They wept.

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