The Dark Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short murder thriller laced with jealously & crime. Hope this story gives the reader the a spurt of thrill .

Submitted: March 24, 2016

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Submitted: March 24, 2016



  DARK MIND…………..

I have never wanted to have a family. But my parents forced me to get married and have kids. I have always known I can never become a worthy husband or father. Now-a-days an argument is as frequent as the ringing of our doorbell. I really want to get rid of this. I made a suggestion to my wife that we should apply for a divorce, even promising that she will be the one keeping custody of our kids. My offer was very ideal as it had covered all the aspects that generally concerns a couple when they file for divorce. But surprisingly my wife disagreed. It did not take me long to identify her motive of staying with me.

She wanted my wealth. I am a very rich person. But about 1 or 2% of my wealth is through my hard work. The remaining, I inherited from my father’s highly successful business. I am actually the rich and spoilt brat kind of person. My wife is very cunning. Furthermore, she has even started poisoning my children’s minds. I lose my calm for once, the calm which I had aquired over the years to ignore my wife’s never-ending jeers.

Now I was completely changed. I strangled my wife, yes, I had murdered her. Also, I handed over my kids to an orphanage. How they begged of me to take them with me, to not leave them there………….., when these thoughts are processed by my brain, I laugh out loud……….loud………… Till one day when things changed. I was lying on a couch reading when I saw movements, like shadows lurking around me. I was scared. To calm down I went to the bathroom to have a shower. Instead of crystal-clear water, dark, red drops of blood dropped on me. I grabbed my towel and trembling with the chilly weather as well as fear that had laid its damp fingers over me, I raced to my bedroom. After putting on fresh clothes, I went to have a meal.

Surely I had lost my appetite but still I felt a meal may strengthen my senses and eventually help me determine the right ways to deal with my fears. But even as I sat at the dining table and watched the food, it turned sticky and then stickier still as it suddenly appeared as if someone’s skin had been torn apart and dropped in my food.

The fear re-ignited. I realized someone was traumatizing me from one dimension to another. And I suddenly realized who it was when I heard someone singing a bedtime song. I recognized the voice. At that very moment, my deceased wife attacked me. I didn’t even dare to fight back as I was lost in the horror of that moment…………

The End……………

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