Tell the truth.<\/p>\n
You see, I pass this house every day on the way to the caf\u00e9 \u2013 so it really isn\u2019t weird that I got suspicious. Right? Can I smoke in here? I\u2019m gonna smoke. Can you get rid of these handcuffs too? I\u2019m the victim here.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust let us know your story and we\u2019ll decide that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019m getting to it. Coffee first?<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you need a minute? You\u2019re shaking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019m fine. I\u2019m fine! Really.<\/p>\n
Breath in deeply George. Deep breaths.<\/em><\/p>\n Okay. I moved in to my place about a month and a half ago, found the caf\u00e9 probably a week after. I walk down a little side street at 11am every morning in order to get to that local caf\u00e9. For the past three weeks or so every time I walked past there was this same child in the window. Maybe\u2026 five? Six? He used to just look out of the window solemnly, sometimes he waved hello to me, other times he just put his hand on the window, like he was yearning for something. Over a couple of weeks, I began to get suspicious, worried for him. Anyone would \u2013 right?<\/p>\n \u201cSure, they would.\u201d<\/p>\n So, after another week I decided to make contact. I walk up to the house and knock on the door \u2013 no answer. I go to the window and the child has disappeared \u2013 weirded out but not sure on whether to push on \u2013 I left it. I went to the caf\u00e9 and asked around about the house. Apparently no one knew anything about it, just a normal family house \u2013 the neighbours liked the owners, and nothing was known to be. I put it down to kids being weird, as they sometimes are, and carried on.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you had suspicions or concerns why didn\u2019t you alert emergency services?\u201d<\/p>\n It doesn\u2019t really work like that. Sure, I had concerns, but I was not sure if those concerns were just my own paranoid delusions, or if they were even big enough to waste police resources on.<\/p>\n Another week went by and the house became more and more disturbing. The child would have puffy eyes from crying \u2013 I imagined \u2013 or bruising on his arm. I broke again and approached the door \u2013 with the intention to see for myself and then call emergency services. When I approached the door to knock, I found it was open.<\/p>\n \u201cYou broke in.\u201d<\/p>\n No. The door was open. Are you listening? I was worried for the child\u2019s safety\u2026 I don\u2019t need you to be convinced, I\u2019m telling the truth and I will finish my story.<\/p>\n \u201cWe haven\u2019t stopped you Mr. Taylor.\u201d<\/p>\n Good. Good. I guess you haven\u2019t. Where was I?<\/p>\n \u201cThe door was \u2018open\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n Right yes. The door. I stepped inside, one foot at a time and called out. \u2018Anyone home? Hello? Your door was open.\u2019 That kind of thing. No response. I hear little feet pattering from the living room to the right, the room the child stares from. Slowly I make my way in there, then \u2013 it goes black. I think I was hit over the head. That\u2019s where this comes from, I bet the scar won\u2019t heal for a long time\u2026 Still painful actually.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd what if it was self-defence?\u201d<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n Next thing I know I wake up handcuffed to a surgeon\u2019s table \u2013 or like\u2026 I dunno, something out of a morgue. Those wheelie tables that they have in CSI to perform autopsies in that. Or Hannibal. I look around the room, light blinding, place is covered in white tiles and shit. Immediately sends alarm bells ringing in my head, I\u2019ve watched enough Texas chainsaw and other serial killer or slasher movies. For a second I think I\u2019m in fucking saw or some shit- Fuck. My cigarette.<\/p>\n \u201cHere.\u201d<\/p>\n Thank you officer. Gimmie a sec. Haha \u2013 I\u2019m shaking a lot aren\u2019t I?<\/p>\n \u201cWould you like to take a break?\u201d<\/p>\n No no \u2013 I will finish.<\/p>\n Anyway \u2013 the kid I was worried about, happy as can be. He\u2019s giggling in the corner, playing with a train set, a bib tucked into his shirt. Some kind of bait to draw in unsuspecting victims, they even have a tv in the corner of this sterile room with Spongebob on for him. I hear him say \u2013 \u201cMummy? When is dinner ready?\u201d<\/p>\n She steps out of a little room in the back branding a fucking meat cleaver, says \u201cSoon honey, I\u2019m just about to prepare it.\u201d<\/p>\n She looks down at me, fucking smiles. She f-fucking smiles at me and says \u201cSorry \u2013 but the freshest food is always the best food.\u201d<\/p>\n Well luckily for me, I broke my thumb when I was younger, and it healed in a way that allows me to dislocate the join and get my hand free-<\/p>\n \u201cSo why haven\u2019t you freed yourselves of those restraints?\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s painful officer. And I don\u2019t want to.<\/p>\n She cleans off the blade and aims it over my forearm, I get it out of the handcuff just as she swings down and it knicks the end of my finger off \u2013 see?<\/p>\n \u201cWe see it George.\u201d<\/p>\n I punch her, grab the meat cleaver with my bleeding hand and chop at the chain, breaking the other handcuff free. This is when I just bolt \u2013 the kid is crying, saying something about dinner hurting Mummy \u2013 my only though was getting out of there. There are stairs directly to the left of where I was strapped down and I just start climbing. Near the top she grabs my foot, and I kick free, I think I broke her nose or something because she stopped following me for a little while. I get to the top of the stairs which leads into a normal looking kitchen, one I hope is used for vegetables and not.. M-meat.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you need some water?\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019m okay just the though of the word makes me want a chuck up. In the kitchen I find what I imagine to be the Father, cleaning his hands of blood and chopping up some carrots. In my frenzied state, and not wanting to be on the wrong end of a knife once again, I grab a knife from the stand next to the entryway, and as he turns around to look at me – shocked, I imagine \u2013 I stab him. I stab him and I stab him until not even his muscles are twitching. I turn, run out the front door \u2013 call the police \u2013 then, that\u2019s where you come in and find me. Knife in one hand, covered in blood, handcuff around the other.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a good story Mr. Taylor, but we\u2019ve found no such \u2018hidden passageway\u2019. Just a distraught mother and child of the family you broke apart when you brutally murdered Wesson Gregory.\u201d<\/p>\n The evidence is all there officer. You just need to know where to look. Have you checked the sole of my boot for blood traces? I can show you where the entrance is \u2013 I\u2019m sure they have some secret way of hiding it. What about the child? What does he say?<\/p>\n \u201cThat you murdered his father.\u201d<\/p>\n I did.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, you confess?\u201d<\/p>\n Everything I have said is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. What about my finger? The head injury?<\/p>\n \u201cSelf-defence.\u201d<\/p>\n MY self-defence!<\/p>\n \u201cCalm down sir!\u201d<\/p>\n I-I am calm. Please. I only did what I had to do to survive. They were going to eat me!<\/p>\n \u201cThere have been no disappearances, no evidence of anything what you said is true, the only evidence we have is that you were in their house, with a knife, and now Mr Gregory is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n You\u2026 You can\u2019t do this. I\u2019m innocent!<\/p>\n \u201cTake him to his cell. Let the judge hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n I can show you what they did! I swear it!<\/p>\n \u201cYou can tell it to the grieving child you\u2019ve created.\u201d<\/p>\n They\u2019re out there aren\u2019t they. Watching through the mirror! You\u2019re monsters! Both of you- get your hands off me \u2013 I swear you won\u2019t get away with it! Even if it takes me to my deathbed I will make sure you-<\/p>\n The door slammed in front of me. I doubt they heard the rest. For me, all that waits is the cell. If I\u2019m lucky, the court will have more sense than those officers\u2026 Unless.. Maybe the whole town is in on it. That must be it. I\u2019m going insane \u2013 I\u2019m going to go insane.<\/em><\/p>\nShare this:<\/h3>