I Said Red Light

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BREAKING NEWS

Local child reported missing after being seen near river. Many suspect he fell in, others suspect foul play. Any tips or leads, please contact the local police station.

Timothy, a flimsy 8-year-old to most, never did anything wrong. He never spoke against his parents, tormented his older brother, or disrespected his elders.

That's why when people found him, they were quite surprised.

His body-remember, he was quite flimsy, weak, or just altogether skinny-looked horrific. Many witnesses reared back as they seen him. They knew he couldn't have just "drowned," though that was one factor in his death.

His limbs were ripped off of their original spots and placed in a different spot. His right leg was where his head should've been. His head was where his left arm should've been. His left arm was in the left legs spot. Left leg, right arms spot. And his right arm was in his right legs spot.

His eyes were clawed out, teeth shoved down his throat causing many different scratches to appear. His right temple was bashed into his skull. Many had to go hurl their lunches behind the trees.

Now, many wonder how he became like that. I know. It was the "Redlight."

Many of you have heard of the game "Red light Green light," I suppose. I'm going to describe it to you anyway. One person stands at one end, and they are the person who shouts "red light!" or "green light!" A minimum of 2 people stand at the opposite end, and their objective is to reach the person saying "Red light" and so on. When the person says "Green light," that person turns away, and the others can run to them. When they say "Red light," the person turns towards them, and they must stop. If they are caught still coming towards them, they have to start over. The winner gets to be the person saying "Red light," etc.

Now, one man named Charlie loved games, "Red light Green light" in particular. He would always play with the children of his neighborhood. Until one fateful day, everyone turned on him.

A little girl by the name of Kylie went missing, and the last time anyone had seen her, she was with Charlie. No one let their children around him anytime after that, fear of their child going missing as well.

Charlie was a lonely man, which was the driving force behind him being so playful with the children. Of course, he surely wouldn't hurt any of them. Kylie was lured away from him while they were playing "Red light Green light" and was simply kidnapped. Eventually, little Kylie was murdered, and the body was found. Everyone then expelled Charlie out of the town, leaving him nowhere to go. Charlie was then corrupted by loneliness, the need of another human being by his side increasing by the day.

As it is true, no human can go so long without another's company. If one is alone for years on end, this can drive them into insanity. I'm sure you knew this already.

Charlie began slipping after a year. And as much as he hated to become the monster those people described him to be, he needed a play mate.

He would find lost children and play games with them, taking them with him to an apartment building he found abandoned. He stole food from homes to feed them. He eventually started hurting himself. He hated living in guilt, but he felt as though if he hurt himself, he could match the hurt of those parents of the kids he took with him. He soon became disfigured and something kids wouldn't be found near. But he found another way.

He always had another child with him when he went looking for anymore lost children, and they would play "Red light Green light." Though his insanity had already progressed to aggression. Whenever someone was moving when he said "red light," he grew easily angered and thrashed out against the child.

His thrashings soon turned to murder, which is why many children are found disfigured. Some are found with the message "I said Red light."

Many have nicknamed this mysterious murderer "Redlight." I can no longer call him a man. I call it a thing.

I also call it my father.

Now, please excuse me. My father is calling me to go play a game.

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