Charlie

Part 1

     When you see a kid in his own yard, you think he is having fun. Not this kid. His name is Charlie and  he is terrified of cats, their slyness reminds him of his nightmare mother. A stray wandered into his yard when he wasn't looking and now he is screaming bloody murder. Everyone is outside or looking through their windows trying to figure out where his mother is. They all know that she isn't the best mother alive and that there is nothing they can do for the poor kid. One person had called social services and the next week they disappeared. Of course the police questioned her but she was clean. But the neighbors all know she did it. Charlie is home schooled, so the only time he is outside is when he is playing and that is usually for ten minutes. Like clockwork the mother comes onto the porch and yells for him to come inside but the poor boy is frozen in fear.

     The little pussy cat is just sitting and staring at him, you could almost see a smile on its face. The mother is angry now and storms down the steps and drags the boy into the house by his arm and slams the door shut. Then the yelling starts. They have to ignore this, so they all go inside. Not me, I don't have anywhere to go.

I'm dead.

     I glide over to the boys house and phase through the wall and I see how truly horrible the mother really is. I am the only one to see what this woman is really doing to the boy, even I wouldn't do that to a child. I may have killed and tortured when I was alive, even a little now but I never hurt children, ever, they are our future and I could never do that to their innocence, I've experienced that pain and I didn't want our future to feel that. At least not by me.