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Ever since she was born , my now 6 year-old daughter has always loved drawing
pictures, especially ones with her family in. On a cold winter morning, she came
to me with a picture she had drawn.
"What do you have there Emily?" I asked.
"Look mommy! I drew a picture of our family!" I look at the picture and
smile.
She draws really well for a 6 year-old.
Everyone in our family is
in it. My daughter, Emily, me and my husband, Mike. She even draws details like
bookshelves, lamps and couches.
Emily's always happy, that's probably what I
love most about her. She's always smiling and laughing.
The day after she
showed me another picture. As usual I looked at it and smiled. "You're getting
better everyday sweety!"
Then I noticed something unusual. In the top right
corner there was a figure that looked a lot like a grey boy. I didn't really
think about, she probably just tried to erase a mistake she had made. I had a
weird feeling, but I ignored it.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I
'm very sensitive when it comes to sound , so I wake up easily. Usually I
instantly know what made the sound and go back to sleep. I looked over at my
left to see my husband sleeping. But he wasn't there.
He probably works early
again. I went back to sleep thinking over what a great husband he was.
I
woke up in the morning and started to make coffee. "Mommy look!" Emily comes
running down the stairs like she always does. She was holding another picture.
"What did you draw this time?" I asked curious even though I already knew
what she had drawn. "Our family!" She says happily and shows me. I immediately
freeze. In her pictures I'm always standing to Emilys' right, while Mike is
standing to her left. To Emilys' left, instead of Mike, there was standing a
disfigured grey boy.
"E-Emily, who is that?" I asked stuttering.
"Who is
who?" Emily asked confused. "Who i-is that grey boy?" I asked again, feeling as
cold as ice.
"Ahh, that's The Taking boy." She says calmly. "He's the one who
takes people away."
Before I could say anything else, Emily ran back to
her room. I stood frozen and didn't move until I heard a quiet thump.
Looking
down I saw a piece of paper. Picking it up seemed like an eternity.
Turning
it around felt even longer. Seeing the picture made my guts twist. Before I knew
it I was screaming. It was the picture from yesterday. Red crosses drawn over
Mikes' face...
I fell to my knees, feeling empty and horrified. Somehow I
knew he was gone forever. Tears started running down my cheeks.
From
Emilys' room I heard her talking to someone. I ran up the stairs as fast as I
could. When I came to her door I tore it open. In the corner of my eye I saw
something grey fade away. Emily looked annoyed back at me. "Mom, you scared him
away!" "Who did you talk too?" I asked trembling. "The Taking boy."
"Emily,
don't lie to me." I said coldly.
"I'm not lying mom. I talked to him about
dad."
I froze. "What did he say about dad?"
"He said he took dad to
a better place." Emily said sobbing. She had never been accused of lying before.
"He said he would take me there too." Immediately upon hearing those words I ran
down the stairs to my bedroom, grabbed the phone and called the cops. After I
hung up on the phone I heard Emily talking too someone again. I darted to the
kitchen and grabbed the largest knife we had. Running up the stairs I heard a
quiet, eerie whisper. It sounded like a boy. This only made me run faster. I
burst into the room and saw Emily with her back against me, a grey figure
standing behind her. I screamed and cut down at the figure with all my force.
The moment the knife touched his skin, he faded away with a giggle. The knife
thrust into Emilys' back, piercing her heart. Blood splashed on the floor and
Emily didn't make a sound.
"Emily...No! Emily! Emily!!" I screamed.
She
was dead... I killed her... I...
The cops showed up 5 minutes later.
They found me sitting in Emilys' room with a bloody knife. I was
arrested.
Diagnosed with insanity and paranoia they sent me to an asylum,
where I was going to spend the rest of my life. 12 days later, in the shelter of
dark, I slit my wrist with a shard. Quickly I started feeling dizzy. As I
watched the blood pour out of my veins I heard a giggle. I looked up too see a
figure looking a lot like a boy. Then all went dark...
