My Dark Mind 1

Hello. This is my first story. Deticated to my Grandma. This was the a random story that popped into my mind. I kind of rewrote it, and made it better. Thanks. Here I go.

It was a dark misty night in Ireland. It was very late, close to midnight, I'm guessing. I layed in bed, wide awake, listening to my father and his buisness associate Andy McClairen fighting. I couldn't quit hear what they were talking about. Hungry for more information, I snuck downstaires to listen. I still don't remember a word they said to this day. Not a word.

My father shouted, rather loudley. Andy shouted right back. I was scared for him, and also amazed. My father was a very imposeing man, and nobody ever really fought back. I was scared of my father,too. I knew what he was cabable of. My mind started to wander back to a faint memory I had.

My mother snuck into the house, late at night. She was wearing her fancy clothes, ones that she rarely used. The only ones that weren't reduced to rags. I know because I waited downstaires, at the kitchen table for her. She turned to me and almost screamed in fright. She calmed down once she relized it was only me. I ran up to her and hugged her, grinning. I was lightly jumping around, clinging to her dress, to show her how excited I was to see her, just in case my eyes didn't show it. I didn't relize my father was standing behind me. He told me to get out of the room, back upstaires and straight into bed. I didn't want to go to bed. I wanted to see my mom. I hid behind the the wall. I heard a drawer slamming, a scream, and then my fathers heavy footsteps. I rushed upstaires, straight into bed. And that was the end of my daydream.

Or maybe my fathers heated voice broke my daydream. I peered back around the corner. In horror, I watched as my fathers hand coiled around the ancient grandfather clock on his desk. He beat Andy down. Dark, crimson liquid splattered the walls. My father set the clock down and walked out, catching me.

"If you tell anyone, you will be locked away in the basement and starved." he threatend. I flinched at the smell of scotch on his breath.

My father wanted to get rid of the cadaver as soon as possible. We took it out, burying it in our backyard.

The sun was just sttarting to rise as we shoveled the last of the Earth over the makeshift grave. Our house looked large and imposing. I felt glad when I finnaly got to go to college.

Though sometimes, on the stillest of nights, I can still here the ancient grandfather clock, going tick, tock, tick, tock, the, end.

Thank you too:

My grandma,

everyone who voted, commented, and/or fanned,

my mind,

and the old clock that gose tick, tock, tick, tock.

~Bloody