Thursday's Message (A Small Creepypasta Story/Completed)

Thursday's Message

I live in a small Cottage in the Countryside with my Grandparents. The place is quiet and there are barely any other children to play with, but it's a nice little place to call home.

One Early Morning, There was a knock on the door, echoing loudly through the house's thin old walls.

I turned over and tiredly checked the time on the clock beside my bed. It was only 2:05am. I wondered who was knocking at this time in the morning. Barely anyone in the villiage knew each other, nevermind come over for a early morning chat.

I forced my stiff tired body to arise from my dusty old bed as I walked slowly towards my bedroom door. I peeked out cautiously, there was no sign of anyone in the hallway. Grandma had always told me not to go down stairs until after 6:30.

My curiosity slowly got the better of me and I slowly exited my bedroom and creeped slowly down the hall, snuggling my stuffed bear close to my chest.

As I arrived in the living room, I noticed my Grandpa and my Grandma were already standing at the front door. I curiously stood next one of my grandma's legs and looked up at her. Her eyes were streaming with tears as she hugged my Grandpa with such sorrow that I had never witnessed from her before.

It was tall man, no older than 30 standing on the porch. He was holding a large black leather suitcase. He had a stern, but sad look was plastered across his face.

"I'm sorry, But your son.. was found dead night in the park last night. He was hanging from a swing when we found him."

To my Surprise, and Horror I realised that the person at the door...

Was talking about me..