People gathered from all around
Everyone wanted to know the news
A man stood alone almost ghostly he had just lost his only son
One day he had him then like a cup of coffee there was no more
He wandered there looking hopeless and a deep yearning to hold his son's hand again
What he would do to have his son back
Out of nowhere like magic a boy held his hand
He looked at the boy and it felt familiar yet the boy didn't look anything like his son
Something in the boy made him feel as if he had another opportunity to have his son again
He lead the boy back to his house the boy hadn't spoken yet
But he followed along
This boy wasn't a boy
That the man would find out
Time went by
The boy called him pa the man felt elated
Everytime he fed his joy towards the boy he gave parts of his soul away
The boy fed out of his love for his son
Days went by and the man couldn't get up no more
His body shriveled and became almost lifeless
The boy took his true form and a dark figure loomed above the man
He then found out too late that he should've let go of his son
He only fed the entity now it had life
His lone tear for his loss was the last thing he had
His real son watched without being able to reach his father
His son also shed tears for his father's loss and how he fell for that sick trick
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Just because someone is gone doesn't mean they stop watching over their loved ones
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HORROR TALES III
HorrorIn life there's what you hear but what of what you should have known... Outcomes to learn from come from -anywhere Some day you will see that to be true For now.....just... read
