Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27629228-20160212011742

Sam went to pick up his son, Kris, from his friends house. He wasn’t that excited to have his six year old son left alone for an hour-and-a-half. Ever since Julie…

(It’s Not My Fault)

he went on to knock on the door.

(It Wasn’t Me)

“Hi dad!” Kris yelled as he opened the door and ran into his father's open arms.

(Poor Sam)

“Hey Kris,” he kissed his son on the head, “Thanks for having him over.” he said to a woman starting to walk to the door. She nodded.

“Bye Bill.” Kris said to his friend. Bill waved bye.

“Alright Kris let's get going.” Sam said as he grabbed Kris’s hand and walked to his car, loaded Kris into his carseat, and drove home. When he got there, he brought Kris inside and gave him dinner. While he ate, Sam went upstairs to urinate. As he walked into the bathroom, he passed the master bedroom where he

(And Julie)

slept, stared at it fondly for a brief moment, and went to the bathroom. He did his business and went back downstairs. When he got there, Kris was gone. Sam blinked and he was back, eating his dinner as if nothing happened. He sat next to his son and kissed his head.

“Is something wrong daddy?” Kris asked, Sam thought to himself.

(‘Don’t leave me.’ Julie whispered)

“No, son. I’m fine. Just don’t vanish like that.” Sam replied, but his voice was shaky. Sam knew Kris noticed his voice’s tone. He nodded and gave his father a hug.

“I know you miss mommy, I miss her too. She’ll join us soon.” Kris said, hugging his father. Sam nodded. Yes. She’d join them soon enough, then they’d be reunited and be a complete family once again.

-

Julie sat in her car, crying. The rain fell hard and regretless onto the car’s old exterior.

(It was an accident)

She turned on the ignition and drove home. The house was empty. No Sam, no Kris. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, only for the tears to return, creating streams of water down her face. She walked through the empty rooms and closed the doors. She walked to her room

(Sam’s room)

and sat on the bed.

“They’re dead,” Julie said to herself, tears coming down her face at a faster pace,“They’re dead. They won’t come back.” Julie walked out to the kitchen. “We’d be eating now.” Her phone rang, she answered it without looking. “Hello?”

“Julie?” a voice said, “ It’s Mark.”

“Hey Mark.” Julie sniffled.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened with Sam and Kris, and Dad says he’s sorry as well. He wants to know if you’re doing alright.”

“Alright? Alright!? It’s the day my husband and only son died and Dad wants to know if I’m alright?!”

“...Yeah?” Mark sounded like he didn’t want to be in the conversation anymore.

“Just get Dad, you don’t need to be in this.”

“Uhh, Dad’s busy right now. He wanted me to ask as soon as possible.”

“Whatever.” Julie hung up the phone angrily. Dad never had time to talk to anybody except Mark, who was like Mercury the Messenger in there family. She placed her phone into her pocket and went downstairs. She heard a low grumbling noise and spun around.

(SAM?)

Nothing

(KRIS?)

was

(ANYONE?)

there. Julie went back outside into the rain and stood, watching the empty street. She stood in the middle of it.

(The car)

She stared blankly down the road, then up into the sky, the sun had long set, painting the sky a purplish black. The moon was large and stars nearly completely covered the sky. She frowned. The night makes her think of death. She went back inside and looked out the window.

(Live or Die?)

Cars started to pass by the road.

(I want to join you)

Julie stepped outside and walked to her car, and looked back inside. In the windows, she saw a face. Sam’s face. Sam’s mutilated face, with Kris’s smashed in face joining him. Sam smiled a toothless smile, gums ripped at some places with blood gushing out at some spots. Julie watched, not sure if she was scared or confused, as the faces vanished. The door to her house opened and the bodies of Sam and Kris were there, waving to her. Sam opened his mouth as if to speak and to Julie’s surprise, spoke to her.

“We’ll wait for you.” the corpse of Sam said. Julie started to cry again.

“I want to see you now.”

“That’s up to you, but you’ll join us soon anyway. Wait.” Kris faded out of existence. Sam began to fade, slower and still smiling.

“Sam, take me with you! Don’t leave me!” Julie ran to Sam and grabbed its arm. Sam instantly disappeared. Julie stood at her door, confused. She wanted to see Sam, she loved him. She would start seeing Sam and Kris out of the corner of her eye and each time see longed to be with them. Each time, there bodies were more rotten and distorted. When a month passed, Julie saw them so much that she felt as if she was going insane. She thought about it

(What’s IT?)

and after seeing Sam and Kris once a few seconds a day and each time more and more distorted and inhuman, she wanted to see the Sam she married, the Kris she always cared for and protected. What to do

(JOIN HIM)

Julie knew what she wanted to do, but she couldn’t control herself as she walked to the kitchen and grabbed the knife from the kitchen counter

(‘you’ll join us soon anyway. wait.’) and placed the edge on her throat, and pressed it with full force through her throat. She choked and saw Sam standing in front of her. Smiling that sick smile, then he began to warp back to his original form. The form he was in before he died and the smile became a friendly smile. He proceeded to grab her hand and take her to whatever lay beyond life. 