The walls.

Philadelphia 21st October,1859.

I,my family and my dog Rufus had just moved into a new house .The area was huge and the house contained 6 bedrooms on the top floor with 2 rooms on level 0 , along with a magnificent hall and a basement. It had been only a few days since we moved in and my newly made friends started telling me stories that how my house 10 years ago belonged to a woman who killed her 5 kids and the entire family, then she buried them in the walls of the house and floors . I found the rumours to be very funny . Till the day, while I and my friends were playing . I saw Rufus near our house porch , eating something . I went near to check and the sight disgusted and frightened me as he was chewing on an almost decayed finger . I yelled at Rufus and told him to leave it , after staring at it long I consoled myself as there was a graveyard very near by . As the days went on Rufus kept bringing fingers, toes , and other little body parts , I felt it was high time to tell my parents about it .. so I didn’t take Rufus to play with us on one evening and locked him in the house , carefully shutting all windows and while I and my sister went out to play . After our parents arrived I told them about it as we were heading towards home . As I opened the door my blood ran cold when Rufus dropped a foul smelling bloody leg out of his mouth . We all stood there is disbelief, because we had locked every escape out of the house . We vacated the house while an investigation took place . My friends also claim to have seen that woman once or twice .

Advertisements

Yellow boots. 

Back when I was in 4th grade , there was a girl named Martha . Everyone said she was crazy because she used to point at a tree in the school backyard and tell everyone that there’s a man hung there with his eyes pulled out , in black suit stained with blood,disfigured face,and wore yellow boots . Her family put her in asylum bc she had started to behave strangely, after 15 years I went back to my school reunion and sat high with my friends under the same old tree. A yellow boot fell on my head and it was covered with blood, I turned to tell my friends in horror but when I turned back the boot was gone . I thought I must be imagining things, but the following day my wife asked me about the blood stain on my shirt .

Still young.

When I was younger I danced on my bedWhen I was younger I sang sunny songs

Now I’m older and I just lie in my bed

Now I’m older and I no more sing. 

When I was younger I loved my mother

Now I’m older and now I try to love her

When I was younger I played a guitar

When I was younger I was called an Angel

Now I’m older I had to sell my guitar and I hardly believe in Angels.

When I was younger I used to cry when scrapped my knee.

Now I’m older,my veins are cut in half and I don’t even care

When I was younger I had a doctor’s set

Now I’m older and I couldn’t become a doctor.

When I was younger I had a water gun

Now I’m older and I have a real gun

When I was younger I used to splash water on walls

Now I’m older and I’m only splashing blood.

When I was younger I had a crush on a boy

Now I’m older and I love a boy 

When I was younger I played hide and seek with him

Now I’m older and the police is seeking the body of the lover boy I killed and hid.

When I was younger I used to love swimming 

Now I’m older and I’m drowning myself 

When I was younger I was a noisy child

Now I’m older and in this coffin I will never make any noise.

#noregrets

Just because you don’t talk to someone doesn’t mean you no more wish them well, or don’t smile at them across the hallway or not wish them a happy birthday or a new year or not go get them back. You can’t just forcibly discard memories of a person. it’s about not holding back and not regretting it after 56 years sitting in a wheelchair next to your grand kids and telling them how you lost your best friend or the woman/man you once loved and thought of having kids with.

Love story .

Today For the first time I saw her at the Game CentreI was on my way back home and then I saw her at the public library gate . 

She smiles at me often . 

I think I have feelings for her , 

I followed her to the mall .. 

Next morning , i shifted to a new apartment. I asked my neighbour Mr.wilson her name , 

He didn’t know about her so I describe her . He told me that I must be seeing things because Rochelle was murdered 7 years ago 

Hair on my face shivered . 

I walked out on the street and an old newspaper flew to my face … 

And it said about an old news about how a girl named Rochelle was murdered by a psychopath called Wilson the wired who jumped from a bridge later that year . 

Live before you die.

The night after I was executed, I went to the family of the ones I had killed. I saw the man’s son holding his father’s photo close to his heart and praying. The night after I was executed, I saw humans I killed confusing them with just living beings. 

The night after I was executed, I wished I wore orange and red colours more than black. 

The night after I was executed, I saw more devotion in temples rather than dutiful dedication. 

The night after I was executed, I saw my mother sobbing and asking my sister ” where did I go wrong?”

The night after I was executed, I heard the neighbours calling for a celebration.

The night after I was executed, I visited the crime scene again. 

The night after I was executed, I wished I had kissed my wife once before she left with my daughter. 

The night after I was executed, I remembered the pulse of the moment when I revealed my contract killing job to my family.

The night after I was executed, I wished I took revenge for my daughter’s murder.

The night after I was executed, I saw my wife trying to cut herself. 

The night after I was executed, I was in love with my wife just like high school days. 

The night after I was executed, I wished I could change a few things. 

The night after I was executed, I saw what was a must to be seen before I was executed.