Skip to main content

"The Killer's Gift"

Finding out my son was a serial killer was probably the hardest thing I've ever hear as a mother. I knew Thomas had been secretive, but seeing on the news before receiving a phone call that my son had died trying to kill his latest victim was soul crushing. I somehow had to deal with the loss of a child while at the same time I wanted to yell at him to no end for what he did. Emotionally, I didn't know what to feel, grief or disgust.
The later reported the way he killed his victims was using household objects and turning them into weapons. I remembered he used to build amazing things using junk he found around the house. He was always so creative. I remember one day he had trouble getting something apart. Since we wouldn't let him use tools, as he wasn't old enough, he'd use things around his room to form a screwdriver in order to fix things. He was always resourceful.
Not too long after his death, we were told we could go through and take what we wanted from his home before giving the rest away. I walked around his abandoned home, the dark green wallpaper giving me an off feeling about this place. I had never been invited over to see what his home really looked like. I looked around his home slowly, looking at everything I knew he'd seen every day of his tortured life.
I knew green was always his favorite color. He said it was the only color that made him feel safe. Which is why Christmas was always his favorite holiday, the tree and the green wrapping paper I always used. Being surrounded by all of his belongings like this brought back so many memories, the good and the bad.
As I was reminiscing, I was told by the officer that I needed to grab things and leave, it was getting late. I grabbed something off his coffee table, one that had a screw on top that still needed screwed in. It was a scalp massager. It was one you'd put on top of your head, and the thin metal beams draped down and massaged your scalp, helping you feel more relaxed. 
Looking at the scalp massager, I knew I needed to grab it. Not only was this possibly the last thing he ever made, judging by the loose screw, it was something he never got the opportunity to finish. So I took it upon myself to finish it.
When I got home I grabbed a Philips head screwdriver and screwed the screw at the top in. As I did that, the small beams came out just slightly, responding to the tightness. I help it in my hands in admiration. My son would be so happy that his final creation was finished. With a smile on my face and a tear forming in my eyes, I put it on top of my head. Feeling the beams come down around the top of my head made it tingle. Suddenly, something sharp came from the handle at the top and pierced right through the top of my head. I could feel the pressure of it pushing down on my skull. I tried to take it off but it wouldn't budge. I gripped the handle on the top and pulled as hard as I could. The blade broke my skull and stabbed my brain, killing me instantly.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Hooked"

T he summer can be the perfect time to get away, to unwind while kicking your feet into the cool water while the hot sun is beaming down on you. But what if the bright summer sky was hiding behind it something even darker? I had been waiting for today all week. They'd finally opened the stream up for fishing. I was a little upset at the fact they'd decided to raise prices, but I didn't care, it was a nice day outside and I wasn't about to waste it sitting inside when I could be fishing. With my tacklebox in hand and my fishing pole in the other, I made my way to my truck. I threw everything in the back seat. I was about to head to the driver's seat but hesitated when I thought about bringing my cooler. I had one in the back ready for fish, as well as housing some canisters of worms. But what if I brought one along for some drinks? After a few moments I decided it might not be the greatest idea. It would be too much to carry and I didn't trust anyone that...
Post a Comment
Read more

"The Light"

  My day off from work was supposed to be a day for me to relax and unwind and rest. The past few days had been incredibly stressful, from hateful customers to managers that expected everyone to do their jobs for them, and everything in between. It was nice to finally have that down time to spend away from all that. I'd decided to spend my time, not to get things done around the house, but to play a new game I'd been hooked on lately. It was this puzzle game where every room is seemingly randomly generated, each with clean and clever puzzles. After booting up the game, I was presented a room with white padded tiles all over the walls. There were a few green, red, and blue squares. I guess my job was to manipulate those tiles somehow to get me from where I was no, up to the top of the level. I looked around the room and could barely make out an opening. I pressed a single button to get myself started when the light in my bedroom burnt out, leaving me shrouded in darkness...
Post a Comment
Read more

"Checkmate"

W hen my best friend and I got into a small disagreement, I didn't think all that much of it afterward. When he and I fought, it didn't really end in much besides us stepping away from each other for a few hours before reuniting as if nothing had previously taken place. I knew it meant we had a strong friendship. The argument we just had, however, was completely different from the small disagreements we usually had. Instead of it being about videogames of films, this one got a little personal. Pretty much, I had deeply judged the guy because he wasn't a fan of my speedrun tournament. He swore that I had agreed to hang out with him just before going live with my greatest world record speedrun attempt yet, one I had been spending three weeks practicing for. Before we went our separate ways, instead of wishing me luck or doing our usually angred goodbyes, he snickered at me, saying "Good luck with your stream." Before I could ask him what that was about, he left ...
Post a Comment
Read more