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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