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Sweet Melody
#WritcoStoryPrompt21
'My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter.
Your parents have lived...my God, thirty-six years... thirty-six years that this secret is imprisoned in the darkest depths of my mind... screaming its fury, so violently that every day was a struggle not to let myself be won by madness!
You remember, I am sure, that ruined shack a few hundred yards from old Willie Patterson's barn. Legend has it that it was haunted by the Devil himself... So it wasn't very difficult to forbid you to go near it, nobody dared to go near it... or even talk about it... He thought that the house was alive... a melody escaped there day and night, like a music box, so soft that it was terrifying... it invited itself into your head, and never left you, an endless ritornello that led you to a mortal madness!
This is where your parents lived. It is under this roof that Evil lived...
Under this roof that my first wife Barbara, found death... You weren't even a year old when she died, and Jaquie, your mother... well, the one you thought was your mother, came into our lives when you were just a little baby... That's why I never told you about Barbara until today. She was the sweetest woman, the most loving and beautiful person. But she was also the saddest, because in spite of everything that was humanly possible, she was doomed to never be able to be a mother... and that was a heartbreak for her who only dreamed of starting a family. Her smile had become nothing more than a memory...
When she learned that your biological mother didn't want a child, and your real father even less, she offered to adopt you...and to our astonishment, both of them accepted without thinking for even a second...
When the big day arrived, she insisted on going by herself to get you back, and I knew that opposing it would change absolutely nothing...!
The night was beginning to reveal her face, and Barbara still hadn't come home. The waiting and the anxiety became unbearable, so I set off to join her, and the more my steps led me to my destination, the more anxiety took hold of my throat and grew, until it completely overwhelmed me. In front of the house, I was petrified by the horror of one of the glass panes overlooking the living room. My wife was covered in blood, a knife looking gigantic in her hand, and a dreadful smile was on her face...I have no idea who this woman was, but I swear that she was no longer my Barbara...I have no idea who she was....
The old man dried his tears in his eyes, but in a flash he froze, tetanized...
The melody...the melody of the Devil seemed to be barely behind him...
Then a laughter pierced the room, a laughter that frightened you to the bone... because despite the despicable strident sound, he knew that it was escaping from the body of...his adopted son. The last thing the old man was aware of was his hand, which he could no longer control, and which, armed with the fountain pen, frantically stuck in his throat...
Then the melody stopped.
© joker&snake
@inkwriter
'My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter.
Your parents have lived...my God, thirty-six years... thirty-six years that this secret is imprisoned in the darkest depths of my mind... screaming its fury, so violently that every day was a struggle not to let myself be won by madness!
You remember, I am sure, that ruined shack a few hundred yards from old Willie Patterson's barn. Legend has it that it was haunted by the Devil himself... So it wasn't very difficult to forbid you to go near it, nobody dared to go near it... or even talk about it... He thought that the house was alive... a melody escaped there day and night, like a music box, so soft that it was terrifying... it invited itself into your head, and never left you, an endless ritornello that led you to a mortal madness!
This is where your parents lived. It is under this roof that Evil lived...
Under this roof that my first wife Barbara, found death... You weren't even a year old when she died, and Jaquie, your mother... well, the one you thought was your mother, came into our lives when you were just a little baby... That's why I never told you about Barbara until today. She was the sweetest woman, the most loving and beautiful person. But she was also the saddest, because in spite of everything that was humanly possible, she was doomed to never be able to be a mother... and that was a heartbreak for her who only dreamed of starting a family. Her smile had become nothing more than a memory...
When she learned that your biological mother didn't want a child, and your real father even less, she offered to adopt you...and to our astonishment, both of them accepted without thinking for even a second...
When the big day arrived, she insisted on going by herself to get you back, and I knew that opposing it would change absolutely nothing...!
The night was beginning to reveal her face, and Barbara still hadn't come home. The waiting and the anxiety became unbearable, so I set off to join her, and the more my steps led me to my destination, the more anxiety took hold of my throat and grew, until it completely overwhelmed me. In front of the house, I was petrified by the horror of one of the glass panes overlooking the living room. My wife was covered in blood, a knife looking gigantic in her hand, and a dreadful smile was on her face...I have no idea who this woman was, but I swear that she was no longer my Barbara...I have no idea who she was....
The old man dried his tears in his eyes, but in a flash he froze, tetanized...
The melody...the melody of the Devil seemed to be barely behind him...
Then a laughter pierced the room, a laughter that frightened you to the bone... because despite the despicable strident sound, he knew that it was escaping from the body of...his adopted son. The last thing the old man was aware of was his hand, which he could no longer control, and which, armed with the fountain pen, frantically stuck in his throat...
Then the melody stopped.
© joker&snake
@inkwriter
