Small Child

There once was a young boy. Now I am not going to name this special young boy. But I think that you'll love him just the same. I say once because, well, he's dead. And has been for some time now.

But I still talk to him sometimes. Its only a one way conversation most of the time, but when he does reply... Its a little scary.

This boy, unnamed, lived in a small, dirty house just next to mine. And from inside you could hear screams. See I once confronted his mother about this and she said that she enjoyed horror movies. Now, don't hate me for this, but at the time I believed her.

I asked this young boy, as he went outside a lot, if mummy had ever hurt him. He denied it many a time and finally I had to give up.