When a child is conceived and brought into this world, no parent expects them to develop into a bloodthirsty, narcissistic psychopath. We love and raise our babies like any other, but nature has its way. It takes some of their beautiful souls away from us and puts them in a place of evil.
This is the story of my son, who I believe is a vicious monster and, as far as I know, is still out there, somewhere, doing what I know is wrong.
He grew up to be a handsome, intelligent young man. I just don’t know what went wrong with my little boy.
People say that I should’ve noticed something in him when he was growing up. There must’ve been signs. When I say there wasn’t, they tell me it was because I was blind and loved him.
He wasn’t a naughty child. Everything about him was normal. He cared about everything and everyone. There were no disorders. He didn’t torture animals or insects. He was well-behaved, did well at school and smiled almost always. The trouble began soon after he met and married that woman. I never liked her much. Something about her was off. No one is that sweet and lovely all the time.
I put a cover over my story and then gave it a name. Now I’m promoting it.
-M Forman (Author of outstanding quality Dark Fiction)
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