Peter Sutcliffe Murdered My Mother

Chapter Four: The Shadow In The Kitchen

'You heard what I said, son.'

That word, Son, gives me the shivers. Son. How could you end a converation with the word son and get away without no questions.

'What did you call me?'

He turned and looked at me with a glare, instantly reconisable. 'You heard what I said' He stated, in the same mono-tone voice.

'What did you call me?'

He turned, looking more annoyed. 'You heard what I said, son.' He turned and look with a demon smile at Catherine, who just made a weird grunting sound, which was the only type of sound you can make when you have a old towel in your mouth.

'What did you call me?'

He turned, leaving the gag in Catherine mouth and briging his knife up to my neck. He slashed the courner of my neck so slightly, making a small cut almost as small as a tiny ant but it hurt. 'Now you listen to me, I don't want to hurt you or your mother, I just want to know who turned me into the cops.' I looked at mother and gave her a look but she looked at me with a blank look. 'Now, who was it?' He questioned, switching the knife between their necks.

'Well, who was it?'

Timed slowed down.

'If you don't tell me, Ben, I will cut Catherine into little chunks. Now you have 5 seconds'

I looked at Catherine, who was crying.

5...

I start to cry.

4...

Catherine looks at me with a look.

3...

'I am sorry' Mother said.

2...

'I love you' Mother said

1...

'I know, i know. mother.' I said, with a tear falling from my eye.

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