The Southern Bank

Chapter one

It was a quiet day before the storm, however, I beg to differ because this is the day I found out that my son was gone.

July 12th, 2022. A day I will never forget. My son William was Running around in the area around our tiny cottage on the side of a road in the middle of an empty valley. I was getting ready to do the daily chores as William was playing on the field. I put my curly hair up in a bun and walked to the cow's barn to feed them. The smell of the barn hit me as I started to walk towards it, my boots squeaking in the mud from the rain the night before. There were no cows in the barn, they were out in the field. I locked up the barn before I left to walk toward the chicken coop that we keep in the back. I picked up the basket by the coop and started looking to see if the chickens had laid eggs. I was happy to find 4 but no more, I started walking toward the back door before I heard a blood-curdling scream. 

William

I dropped the basket which broke all the eggs, but I didn't care. I needed to find my son. I ran in the direction I heard the scream, but I was too late. I couldn't figure out where the scream came from so I started yelling.

"William!" I cried "This isn't a funny joke!"

He was only 6.

Please God don't let my little boy get hurt.

I started running again making mud splash on my boots and pants. I made it to the creek in the woods by the house, but no sign of him.

I ran to the barn. Maybe I locked him in and he couldn't get out. Nothing. 

My last resort was the hay bales we had far in the field. I ran to them searching, searching, and searching

Found him.

But I was too late to save him, he was dead. Brutally murdered. His head was no longer attached to his body with a bloody ax right next to him.