The imposter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 12, 2017

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The house. Waking up on Sundays has always been a hard task something was different today. 10:am I woke up in disarray not knowing what today brings it's just another grueling task, you push along through it most days, you don't feel pain anymore. I had a voicemail from 7:26 am from my mother who asked "can you bring me some juice it's really quite urgent" I was planning on seeing my girlfriend that day but it turned into yet another one of them days I walked just a mere 20 minutes away from my house no juice in hand but just to check on her. As I walked upto the big white door, ringing the doorbell I heard a feint cry for help "I can't get up" she exclaimed. In shock I go to look through the window to find a person ureconnisible to my mind? Who was this person acting as my mother with two black eyes she had suffered?. I said you need to come to the door what has happened!, 1000 things running through my mind a second. I go to the back door to see a deep dark blood stained towel with smears on the wall what has happened?. I look through the conservatory door trying to figure a way in, " you need to crawl to the door". "I can't walk anymore". I go back around to the front door as she crawled and crawled for the help she sought, I grab the keys through the letter box,. I opened the door grasping the handle pushing it down hesitantly then using minimal force kicking open the door, a strong deep smell aroused from the house rotting flesh like ones from cows. No sight of the imposter, where is she I said. I opened the second door " Where are you" she was sitting on the seatee as i glanced at the imposter I was taken back, back to the memory's we always had, the holidays ,the funny times we had shared together" but for this was no longer her, she knew me of course how could she forget, sitting there with two black eyes and a scar on her head. My attention was brought to the walls with finger marks and blood stains smeared into the coating of paint, and on the carpet. Along the floor were pools of blood dry but wet I said, I turned my head to the kitchen door there lay the dark blood stained towel at the end of the corridor. "What has happened here I said" "I've fell and bumped my head". I said to myself impossible I carry on my examination of the kitchen the sink full of stained blood was the imposter trying to wash her sins away?. Who had she been fighting? the demons I said?. as I loOK at the floor a large cupboard door lay there but I could no longer stay here I felt a cold breeze as I saw the imposter once more, is this my mother anymore.


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