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4 year old
"Mommy! Mommy! Look I drew a picture of him!"
"Oh, really? Let me see"
My 4 year old son, Jimmy has been going crazy Ver his new imaginary friend called "Thomas".
I often find him talking to him, playing with him and even bring food to him as he "lives in the basement". This time he drew a picture of Thomas.
"How's it Mommy?"he asked, excited.
"Er--"
It doesn't look like a 4year old's imagination. What is this? Black teeth, messy hair, popped out eyes, wide creepy smile, torn clothes and a knife....in his...hand?
"Fine..." Said I " But doesn't he look a bit scary, like, a knife in his hand and so..."
"You don't like him Mommy?"
"I do, but-- ok, what's his age?"
I tried to chantge topic and not break his heart. That looks really terrible.
"Oh! He's 25 years old." Said Jimmy
"25? Isn't that a bit too old?"
"Um... yeah I guess, but do you know he has got a long History"
"Oh yeah? Shall I know about that?"
"You know? His life is so sad...his mother died when he was only 4 year old and after that his father left him. He says that he have killed 20 mothers of 4 year old children by now and the Police is looking for him every where. He said he wants to kill you too!"
"Wow... creepy imagination...but,ok"
Now I couldn't help ignore the fact that the Police were actually looking for a serial killer named Thomas...
"Do you know Mommy? He's currently living in the basement. And he's living there for a month now. He was waiting for me to turn 4 and as I turned 4 yesterday he is planning to kill you today!" He said it as if it was something really great. "I think if he kills you, you'll be much relaxed"
"What?" I was growing pale now.
" I mean, serial killer sounds like a really good job then why is he so poor? He doesn't get paid?"
"Um....do you even know the meaning of serial killer?"
"No, and yes! I also wanted to ask you, what does 'kill' mean?"
"It means--"
I could hear footsteps now. I didn't look back as this was the usual time my husband came back from work.
"Oh! Thomas you're here! Hello! Mommy look! Thpmas came to kill you!"
"What do you mean?" I asked looking behind to see a filthy person standing with a bloody knife.
"HAHA!" That person started. "It'll indeed give you much relief from life.."
"Good thing Thomas! Mommy needs some rest indeed"
And before I could even scream, there was a snap of knife.
"Oh, really? Let me see"
My 4 year old son, Jimmy has been going crazy Ver his new imaginary friend called "Thomas".
I often find him talking to him, playing with him and even bring food to him as he "lives in the basement". This time he drew a picture of Thomas.
"How's it Mommy?"he asked, excited.
"Er--"
It doesn't look like a 4year old's imagination. What is this? Black teeth, messy hair, popped out eyes, wide creepy smile, torn clothes and a knife....in his...hand?
"Fine..." Said I " But doesn't he look a bit scary, like, a knife in his hand and so..."
"You don't like him Mommy?"
"I do, but-- ok, what's his age?"
I tried to chantge topic and not break his heart. That looks really terrible.
"Oh! He's 25 years old." Said Jimmy
"25? Isn't that a bit too old?"
"Um... yeah I guess, but do you know he has got a long History"
"Oh yeah? Shall I know about that?"
"You know? His life is so sad...his mother died when he was only 4 year old and after that his father left him. He says that he have killed 20 mothers of 4 year old children by now and the Police is looking for him every where. He said he wants to kill you too!"
"Wow... creepy imagination...but,ok"
Now I couldn't help ignore the fact that the Police were actually looking for a serial killer named Thomas...
"Do you know Mommy? He's currently living in the basement. And he's living there for a month now. He was waiting for me to turn 4 and as I turned 4 yesterday he is planning to kill you today!" He said it as if it was something really great. "I think if he kills you, you'll be much relaxed"
"What?" I was growing pale now.
" I mean, serial killer sounds like a really good job then why is he so poor? He doesn't get paid?"
"Um....do you even know the meaning of serial killer?"
"No, and yes! I also wanted to ask you, what does 'kill' mean?"
"It means--"
I could hear footsteps now. I didn't look back as this was the usual time my husband came back from work.
"Oh! Thomas you're here! Hello! Mommy look! Thpmas came to kill you!"
"What do you mean?" I asked looking behind to see a filthy person standing with a bloody knife.
"HAHA!" That person started. "It'll indeed give you much relief from life.."
"Good thing Thomas! Mommy needs some rest indeed"
And before I could even scream, there was a snap of knife.
