Creepypasta - The Guardian Mother

10 | Mother

"Hey, mom?" I asked her as she quietly read her book, opposite me in the living room. I was writing in my diary about many silly stories I made up. I remembered dreaming about it and I got excited.

My mom stopped reading, left a white bookmarker on the last page she read before closing the book to look at me, giving me a bright smile. She hummed a tune, telling me that she heard me say her name. She placed the book on the table that stood in between me and my mom. She relaxed on the couch, her legs spread out on the couch and her arms resting on the armrest. She didn't slouch her back, but rested her spine back on the couch, making her body structure carefree and tranquil.

"You never told me what happened to dad?" My voice was deep and straight-forward. I didn't mean to, it's just that... Mom has never told me about him and I don't remember him. I'm old enough to know now.

Mom still smiled, not breaking an inch; No flinch either. She looks like she knew I was going to ask her this question and prepared herself... Mentally & Physically. But soon but surely, she broke down her smile, little by little. She breathed in and out, slowly and steady. Mom shuffled a bit, making herself tall and sitting properly. Her hand lay bare on her covered lap, and her eyes were looking away from me.

"I guess you're old enough to know what happened to me and your father," I could hear her say. Her eyes finally met mine, staring infinitely until I could see her mouth moving.

"Before you were born, your father was working very late, and I was home with your grandmother. I was pregnant with you just about a couple of months. I was so thrilled about having you that I didn't realize how bad the weather outside had become. It wasn't until the next morning, a police officer along with their car rolled by our house." She didn't need to finish that sentence to tell me what happened to my dad. But...

"Mom..." I murmured. She could see the tears in my eyes. 

"Why do you lie?"

"Here you go, my dear," Ruby was sitting down on a chair. The chair that resembled the same chair she sat on, in the dining room, the only difference between the two are that they are not in the same location. This is a replica, as it's located in a much tinier room, filled with bookshelves and books inside those bookshelves on every wall, except for one wall, as the outside light was projected into the room: The window. It took most of the space on the wall.

Ruby looked up to Slenderman who was holding a pair of small, hand-size black gloves, all with five fingers and no more or less. Slenderman held the two gloves on only one hand, as he stretched down to Ruby's eye level, below her head but above her lap. Ruby was both confused and unaware of Slenderman's actions.

Ruby examined more of the gloves; There seemed to be nothing more, it covered all five fingers and her entire palm and hands. No traces of any other linings with different colour whatsoever.

She looked back at Slenderman, one eyebrow raised. He could see the confusion in Ruby's eyes. If he could, it was like he could read her mind.

"Ah, let me explain," Slenderman continued, "These are gloves, specialized for you. All hand made," The gloves on his hands lay frozen still.

"Should I dare ask who made them?" Ruby admitted out loud. Ruby could hear Slenderman chuckle out, but the mouth was still not visible.