Mother and The Market

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man decides not to go with his mother and sister to the market as usual. However, this time he won't be the one carrying bags.

Submitted: June 07, 2017

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Chris never liked going to the market with his mother and sister early in the morning. For one, they got up really early to avoid long lines and rude shoppers, which is understandable. However, a lot of the time they arrive at the store before it even opens and then sit in the parking lot for at least half an hour. “No thank you” Chris always told his mother when she asked if he was coming to the market with them. “I’ll just help bring in the bags and unpack them when y’all come back from the market.” His mother and sister always shook their heads at his laziness, but he was forced to get up anyway because he had to walk them to the door. He walked them to the door then waited for them to get in the car and pull off. As soon as they turned the corner, he shut the door and ran upstairs to his room, he flopped on his bed and was asleep after adjusting his position in bed a few times. 
 
A loud bump beneath his woke him from his slumber, he felt the cold drool on his pillow against his cheek. He moved his face away from the drool spot and closed his eyes, he slowly drifted back asleep. Again a loud bump beneath his bed woke him, he thought it was his mother and sister. “Can you guys stop making so much noise down there?” he yelled. He rested his head on his pillow, then he realized his mom hadn’t called saying they were outside with bags. Maybe my mom forgot her credit card and they came back, he thought to himself. He turned on his side and grabbed his phone off of the dresser. “Could you guys stop being so loud down there? And why didn’t you call me saying you guys were back from the market?” he texted to his mother. He heard loud footsteps go past his door and down the stairs, followed by the sound of the basement door opening. He sat up in his bed and threw his cover to the side, he got up and slid his feet into his house shoes. His phone vibrated, his mom had texted back. “We’re still at the market hun, do you want anything?” His heart stopped, he sat his phone on his bed then creeped toward his bedroom door.
 
As he reached for the doorknob he heard footsteps come up the stairs and stop right in front of his door. He kneeled down to look between the crack, the person on the other end appeared to be wearing black steel toed boots. “Who’s there?” Chris shouted. The person took off running down the steps, he heard the basement door open again, then shut. He backed away from the door then he picked his phone up off of the bed ready to call the police, but felt his phone buzz before he could get to the keypad. He’d received a message from a number he didn’t recognize. “Don’t do that.” The text message read, Chris started breathing heavy. He crouched down by his bed to see if the feet were back on the other side of the door, they weren’t. 
 
He felt his phone buzz again, the person had texted him again, “I suggest you come downstairs for your mother’s sake”. Chris began to shake with fear, then slowly text back. As his thumbs stuttered on the keyboard he finally managed to type out “What are you talking about? What do you want??” “Your mother has been missing her payments, I’m just here to collect what she owes..and then some”, the stranger texted back. Chris switched to the keypad again but right as he pressed 9 his mother called, “Chris? Sorry did I wake you?” she said. “No! But I think someone’s in the house!” Chris yelled into the phone. His mom laughed, relax Chris I brought your cousin Evan over, he was supposed to surprise you but I guess he’s trying to scare you instead. “Ohhh I see now, well I guess I’ll go surprise him instead” Chris said with a mischievous grin. “Oh, and Chris check to see how much detergent we have left, and take the bleach and leave it down there, I’ll be washing when I get back.” then she hung up. Chris slowly cracked his door to peek into the hallway, no sign of his cousin Evan, he crept down the steps, then into the kitchen. He grabbed the bleach jug from the floor then cracked the basement door. “My dear cousin Evan, where could he ever be?” He heard Evan shuffling around as he made his way down the steps. You better find a good hiding spot Evan! Chris reached the last step then looked around, he felt his way around the basement looking for the light chain, he bumped into the dryer, “Ouch” he said in an unimpressed tone, he felt around on top of the dryer to make sure the top was clear. He moved the rag that was on it to the side then he sat the bleach on the dryer. He swatted his hands around the air looking for the basement’s light pull chain. “Alright Evan you can come out now.” He felt the chain brush against his left hand then he felt the other light chain brush against his other. “Wait, there aren’t two light chains down here?” He yanked them both, he felt one chain break then he heard something hit the ground, the other resisted his pull as the light came on. He looked down and saw a chain with a cross on it, then he looked into the eyes of his killer.
 
When his mother got there she called Evan’s phone, when she got no answer she got out of her car then went into the house. She headed right for the basement. She hesitated to go down, but went cautiously anyway, after she reached the bottom step she swatted her hands through the air looking for the light pull chain. She felt the chain brush against her right hand, and felt the other light chain against her other. She gasped, and stepped back. “Alright which one are you?” The man raised his hand and tugged the light’s chain. He was covered in blood. “Is it done?” She said. The man nodded his head, “Thank you” she said, “It was the only way I could get a fresh start, and I know you don’t like kids and all so-” she began to ramble, but the man put his gloved finger on her lip in a shush motion. The blood from his glove ran down her lips. “I left your change of clothes on my bed”, she said. A few months later a breaking news report revealed that the remains of a girl in her early teens were found, Chris’s mother called her fiance into the room to see. A reporter came on to the screen, “Police reports say that the young girl was found by a couple of teenagers who were filming in the forest for a school project, they caught on to a really foul smell then followed it until they reached the ditch where they said they noticed a ton of maggots and flies were swarming around. When they took a stick and poked around in the ditch they noticed a skull, then they called the police.” Her fiance wrapped his arm around her then pulled her in and kissed her forehead, “did she put up a good fight?” He asked as he chuckled. 


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