This is not my original idea. It is a horror story my friend told me a long time ago, but I'm going to retell it. The whole story. Thanks!!!
The day they got married was when it started. It was the day things went wrong. The day I was born, was the day things began. The day my father lost his life to me. I was the murderer. Me, a young infant. My mother has finally recovered from that horrible moment, but I have not. I caused it. I had the knife. I was the murderer.
I am now thirteen years old, I have grown. I have been redeemed. But I still think of that moment, when I heard his last breath " I'm sorry Abagail." He had gasped as he died. But now instead of me haunting him he haunts me, watches me, despises me.
I will now tell you how it happened, how he died. How I became a servant of Satan. How his life was thrown away.
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"Oh just look at her Joseph!" MY mother had squealed when I popped out. My dad stared at me intently, his blue eyes popping out of his head in amazement. I was the baby the doctors said would die in my mothers stomach. I was the baby who had lived.
I peered through my eyes as my father began to rock me. I cried as he did. I was a baby, I didn't know better. My father adjusted my blanket as he handed me back to my mom.
After endless days at the hospital my father got to take us home. I had a week to live. Only a week. The days passed and I began to grow weaker, and weaker. No one else knew. I was breathing heavily by the time I died and mother was away at her job.
I squealed, I cried, I screamed. But daddy didn't hear. An hour later he came into my room to find me dead. "Oh no!!!" I remember him screaming as my ghost floated about the room. He ran to the kitchen and got a trash bag, placing me in it he set me on the sidewalk. To rot, to die, to finish the process.
An hour later my mom came home unaware of what my father did. My father greeted her at the doorway and ignored the subject of me if my mother brought me up.
Sleep came hours later and they curled in bed together unaware of my presence. That was when it happened.
"Mommy I love you, Daddy I'm gonna kill you. Mommy I love you, Daddy I'm in the kitchen. Mommy I love you, Daddy I've got a knife. Mommy I love you, Daddy I'm on the stairs. Mommy I love you, Daddy I'm by the bed. Mommy I love you....."
My mom screamed as my dad was swallowed in a pool of blood. "I'm so sorry Abagail." He gasped. I floated away from the scene and into my crib, regaining life.
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I still regret that night I murdered him, my mother still doesn't know it was I who did it. But I am to afraid to tell her. I regret everything done that day. I regret being born.
