User:Abigailmill

Billy.

There is a story in my home town that has warped the minds of the children, haunting their dreams and making them fear their own home town. This story, is about Billy. A little boy, who only wanted a friend.

When I was younger my nana used to tell me the very sad story of Billy, a boy around the same age as me at the time. She'd tell me about how sweet and loving he was, even to the children that picked on him. You see, Billy wasn't a normal little boy. He was born with milky white eyes, and pitch black hair. He wasn't blind, but it looked like he was. He was much smaller than the other children.

Billy would walk through town, handing out cookies and sweets to anyone and everyone he saw. Not everyone was so thankful due to his appearance. All of the townspeople feared Billy, and didn't want him around. Sadly, even his own mother wished she'd never had him.

One day, Billy heard two women talking about his neighbour, an elderly lady named miss Lydia. She wasn't very nice, but the women had said she was ill, and was close to passing away. Billy, being as sweet as he was, decided to make her an adorable little cake, and take her a stuffed bear toy that he didn't play with anymore.

He had everything ready, and made his way down the road. It wasn't very far, only about as long as our blocks now. With a smile on his face he stepped up onto her porch and gently knocked on her door, waiting with cake and bear in hand.

Miss Lydia opened her door, and let loose an ear shattering screech, Billy having scared her, her cane barely keeping her up. With a swear her and insult there, she swatted Billy away with more anger than he'd ever seen. Out of sheer fear, Billy ran, dropping the cake on the porch, and the bear on the lawn.

Billy ran and ran, knowing he'd scared her, but he didn't mean it. He only wanted to make her feel better and to show her he cared. He ran through the town and past all of the shops, attracting the attention of a group of boys that began chasing him. Billy became even more scared, knowing that they would hurt him if they caught him.

As the boys chased Billy, they picked up and threw rocks at him, calling him a freak, a monster, and a demon. Billy ran as fast as little feet could carry him, down over the train tracks and into one of the old abandoned mills. He ducked and dashed to the side, avoiding the sharp machines and harmful tools.

He knew he was almost out of running room, so he hid. He slid down under a table that was covered with a cloth, and tried to stay quiet. What he didn't know, was that the boys were just behind him, running to find him.

They ran past him, good. But Billy came out too soon. He was snatched up by a man that had joined the chase with his drunken friends. He dragged Billy out, screaming and slurring that he'd killed miss Lydia. 'What?' billy thought, he'd only tried to be nice. He wasn't trying to hurt her. But Billy stayed quiet, knowing if he spoke he'd only anger them more.

The men beat, kicked, and whipped Billy as bad as they could, breaking multiple bones, and even gashing his face open. The small boy cried and screamed, begging them to stop, but they didn't. Their drunken punches slowly killing him.

Only after realising what they'd done did they stop, but it was too late. Billy's skull was cracked, his back broken, and almost his entire body was bloody. They'd killed him. And all because he had scared an old woman, by accident.

The men left his bloodied and beaten body to rot in the mill. Nobody questioned it, nobody cared if he was gone, not even his mother. Years passed and nothing, not even a thought of him.

Until one night. One of the boys, now older, decided to go see if Billy's bones were still there. He felt bad for not going back, and wanted to bury him, to show he was sorry. But, as he searched, he found nothing, not even blood stains.

So, the boy turned and decided to go home. But, as he got to the door, it wouldn't open. Not thinking anything of it, he went to another, thinking the old door had simply gotten stuck. But, the next door wouldn't open either. This began to scare him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a little kid, thinking it was his little brother who always tagged along behind him, he turned and yelled out for him to go home. But when he turned, nothing was there.

He shook this off, thinking it only his imagination and went off in search of an open door, or maybe a window. But as he walked through the mill, he found many dead ends, and barricaded doors. He slowly became scared, hurrying around the mill, trying to break windows and force doors open.

With every try, he'd hear a soft giggle. Still thinking it srttill his little brother, he yelled out for him to stop playing, that it wasn't funny anymore. And in a split second, he saw the little boy again. But, it wasn't his little brother.

The cold, milky white eyes glared at the boy with pure hatred. Bloodied lips gave a wickedly sinister smile, and then, they were both gone. The boy and Billy, both vanished without a trace.

Billy has been known, not by many, to take the family members down the line that remind him of the men that hurt him so badly. He has never been studied by parnormal investigators, never really talked about outside of my home town. But the memory and story of Bily, the little white eyed boy, will never leave my mind.