Is this fear or guilt?
It’s 4 in the morning when my phone rings. I lazily reach for it over my beautiful wife, smiling as I see how cute she is when she sleeps. I answer the phone, not a word from the other line. “Hello?” I ask. In a slow raspy voice I heard, “help me.” My heart panicked as I realized who it was. “No, I can’t,” I said. “Help me,” it repeated. My heart sunk into despair as I heard that voice. After a brief moment of silence, I said, “ok, I’ll be there soon.”
I arrived a half hour later at a park, there she was sitting on an bench looking at the playground. She was old and frail-looking. The very sight of her sent shivers to my spine. She saw me, got up, and then walked towards me. I took her to get some breakfast. As she ate, I looked around. It was still early, not a soul in sight at the restaurant. I felt relieved. I didn’t want anyone to see her. Especially because I didn’t want anyone to see me.
After she ate, she looked up at me and said once again, “Help me.” I looked into her eyes. No more, I begged her with my eyes. She repeated herself once again. I took her home. I went upstairs to my bedroom, and woke up my wife. “What’s going on?” she asked. I told her I had to show her something. I brought her downstairs, and thats when my wife saw her. My wife asked me who she was, but I couldn’t say a word. She crept up close to my wife. Thats when my wife realized what was happening. She turned to me, but I turned my back to her. I didn’t want to see her, and I didn’t want to see what comes next. My wife screamed as she fell to the floor. A horrible cackle was heard throughout the house. I closed my eyes. “Please be gone when I turn around,” I wished in my head. I turned and opened my eyes. She was still there. “Help me,” she said. I grabbed my keys and said, “Ok, mother.”
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