CREEPY STORY Like agonizing music to my ears... I hear the waves of fallen tree leaves rustle under people's feet as they walk on deserted autumn streets... The cry of dying trees pleases me. Their blood.. slowly drying.. freezing inside them. And then.. in the spring.. it absolutely oozes out of them. I hate it! Let the shadows envelop my body and cover it from every spark of light, hid it from every spying look. The eyes of humans.. living ones. Constant battle between myself.. and the world. I hate it. Everything should be lost. They all deserve death, nothing else. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them! I hate them! I hate them!! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I hate them... The chair I sit in has became so dusty over the years. No one comes and cleans my home... I'm alone. But is that not what I wished? Not at the beginning, no... Then it was children, joy, sunshine and plain happiness. Me and wife.. and our children. And she got pregnant, I was so happy... Why do I think such? There is nothing. One stupid fly keeps buzzing at the window. The window is so dirty, I can hardly see through it anymore. I can't see the trees outside anymore, but the fly apparently does see outside, for it is banging itself on the glass. I wish I could be as tiny and useless as it is. I wouldn't sit here, alone in my thoughts... My thoughts... Keep me company. They paint pictures of old times before my eyes. I close them, and see nothing anymore. But if my eyes are open, my memories bring back pictures of her... No more! So old... My eyes have gone almost blind with the years going by. I suppose it's the dust that has been raining silently over me along the empty years, but I cannot see even this room well anymore. If I were to look down upon my wrinkled hand, I'd see nothing but gray. All the bluish blood veins have dried up. It's been so long, and no one has come here... I haven't let them come... I do not want living ones in my home.. anymore. My memories are beginning to grow stronger than me... But they no longer mean the same as they did before. In my memories.. she is alive, and we are happy.. but now the pictures I see before my blind eyes are nothing but lies. They say she hated me. She hated the way I was so moody, she hated the way I never said or did or even thought anything sweet. But it isn't true! I always hoped for good things... She loved me. She hated me. I love her.. loved. Hated. I forget.. forgot, my Love. I'm sorry, I forgot. I will never let the door stay open, always close, my Love. Always close.. always for you, Love. I love... Loved her. She.. you.. my Love. No, there was nothing special in the newspaper, Love. No, I haven't seen it today, Love. What's the matter, Love? Why the tears? But I'm sure your cat is just on one of it's adventures, Love. It'll come back sooner or later, Love. It was found dead near the driveway... Of course it'll come back, Love. Don't cry, Love, don't be sad. Moody.. she said... Of course I'll go and look for it, Love. It had been crushed by a car... No, I didn't see it, Love. Don't worry, have some tea, Love. But Love, you don't need to yell at me. I did everything I could, I searched for your cat, Love. Why should I stop calling you my love, I love you, and you love me, and we belong to each other, Love. No, you do not hate me, Love. You love me, remember..? She wouldn't stop screaming at me... I had to do something... Our neighbors wouldn't have liked the noise... Now Love, don't make me come with this in there. Open the door, Love. Just open it and we can talk... You'll see, you'll understand that we love one another, and that we should always stay together, Love. Open the door, Love. Open the door. Open the door. Open it, don't make me come in there myself with this... Come on Love. Walk, you can walk on your own. You shouldn't make me carry you all the way downstairs for only a cup of tea, my Love. Don't be so limp, Love. It didn't hurt you that bad, Love. Please what? But I love you, I would never hurt you, Love. You know it was for your own good.. you wouldn't listen to me, you wouldn't listen to your own husband, whom you love. Yes, my Love, of course. Tea for us, Love. Sandwiches? I'll make, my Love. No, the door isn't open. I closed it just like you told me to do, Love. Enjoying, my Love? She was so frightened... Now, my Love, we will go to the bedroom. Why? Why?? Because we have to settle things between us, Love. We will talk, and then you'll understand that it was necessary. Come Love. No, Love, don't do that. Come back, Love. Don't run! You'll only get yourself in bigger troubles, Love! She could hardly resist at that time.. She had become so fragile... Small, like a child. And hating... She hated me.. loved, hated. I loved her, hated her, loved her... Hated her. What, Love? Say again. Pregnant?? What? Of course I'm happy! I love you! Pregnant.. it is so wonderful, Love. A son, it must be a son. It could..? No, Love, it couldn't. After all we've been through, it must be a boy. And it grew.. and grew.. and it was already quite close... Then she had to do it. Love? What's happening? Is something wrong? What do you mean, Love? What about the baby? There can't be trouble with it, I know it. I forbid any trouble with the baby, Love. It is ours. Love? Stop that, Love. Of course you can stop it, Love. Don't continue, you can't fool me, Love. Do you want to get rid of it? Stop that. There is no trouble, stop that. Her skin felt soft to my hands... It had been time since I had touched her... But her skin turned darker shade, no matter how much I tried to stop her. Love? Are you okay, Love? It took a while to carry her downstairs. I placed her right next to my chair, in our living room. I, myself, sat in the chair and looked outside, just for a moment. I meant to take a little break, because she had been so heavy. She would have to go on a diet. But only a moment.. turned into a long, long while. That night, I sat there. The next morning, I sat there. That evening, I sat there, she always by me. I sat there and pondered things. Sometimes I would talk to her, but I think she was still mad at me and she would never reply back to me. I forgave her though, after all. We had a son. He was upstairs. I meant to bring him down too, but my little break just continued to go on and on... I would sit on my chair, and look outside, seeing the trees bloom, wither, bloom, wither... And people walking by and by... And no one came to see us. Me, and my Love, sitting side by side, just there. Years.. passing us by. Me, and you Love, and our beloved son. Yes, we both love him, though you claim you hate him, Love. I do not believe you. I know you love me, not hate. We love each other. He's been such a good, quiet child, hasn't he, Love? Ah, you are mad at me again.. well, it's okay, Love. I forgive you. We are a happy family. Forever together... 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