How I killed him

By Zizi94 All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Thriller

The house of Ann

The moment I stepped out of the car, I saw the orphanage. At first glance it looked like a normal, yet rather big, house. But when you looked closely you could see the faces of many children behind the windows, trying to peek outside. All curious about what was going on and who was arriving. I slowly walked up to the house, my knees were shaking and my hands were sweaty. Right above the entrance there was a big sign, ‘The house of Ann’ it read. Right next to the door there were big purple flower pots. They were all filled with the most beautiful and colorful flowers I had ever seen. It made me feel at ease while I entered the orphanage.

As I walked in I noticed an old, friendly looking woman at the end of the hallway. She walked towards me and didn´t hesitate to give me a big hug. I was a bit overwhelmed, to be honest. She led me on to the kitchen. “You probably didn’t have dinner yet?”, she asked. “No”, I answered in a soft voice. “Come on, don’t be shy. Now what would you like for dinner?”. I was baffled by this question and her kindness overall. The image I had of orphanages disappeared as snow on a hot summer day. “Ehm… some soup would be nice”, I said hesitating. “Well that won’t be all would it? What would you like for dessert?”. I didn’t know what to say, and started to feel more and more stupid every second. How could I not be able to answer a stupid simple question like this? Why was I frozen and unable to speak? “Don’t worry, ”said the woman “most of the children are shy the first few days. I’ll make you some soup and some chocolate cake. Now Dave, would you be so kind to show the lovely young lady to her room?” she said while looking at the door. “Yes Miss Ann.” A young boy, I guess he would have been sixteen at the time walked into the kitchen. He looked well taken care of, which made me feel at ease. His hair was blond and spiky and his face was covered with little freckles. His brown eyes looked my way the moment he stepped through the door. “Please follow me,” he said with a smirk on his face.

We walked out of the kitchen, back into the hallway. This time I took a good look around. There were drawings on the wall. One even more colorful than the other. “We made all of them,” Dave said. “And Miss Ann puts every single one of them on a wall somewhere in the house.”

I looked at him while he kept talking about the drawings. He looked genuinely happy and my nerves slowly disappeared. “Which one did you make?” “Me? Oh, many of these are mine. But this was the first one I made. I believe it was on my second day here.” He pointed at a drawing with a house on it with beside it a woman with the name Ann written above it. I looked at it with a bit of a shock, because it looked like it was drawn by a six year old. “How long ago was thát,” I asked before thinking. I put my hand before my mouth in shock. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to ask that. That was really rude of me. Sorry!” “Oh, that’s okay. I don’t really care about that any more. When you’re here for a while it doesn’t feel like an orphanage anymore and you will feel at home. At least that’s how I feel about it. And I don’t mind people asking me how long I’ve been living in my home,” he said with a grin. “I’ve been here for nine years now, and I love it here. I’m sure you will too. Miss Ann is so lovely that after a few days you won’t even be thinking about leaving this place ever again.” He smiled en walked towards the stairs. “Now, let’s go and get your stuff upstairs.”

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