The Man in Blue

The Story

"Click..click..click". His shoes tapped on the tile floor as he approached the grand dining room. The boys mother and father were away at business dinner, he wasn't surprised, it was their third absence that week. But there was a note, a note from the housekeeper stating that she went into town to see a film with a friend and her son, she should be expected by no later than half past seven. The boy found himself with nothing but boredom left in his system, it was almost comical, he lived in the biggest house in the richest neighborhood in his town with every toy a young boy could imagine and yet, he was always so bored. The boy never had many friends he was what some people would call an outcast, he often talked on and on about the man in blue and everyone thought he was mental, they refused to believe what this boy was saying, or in their words story-telling. His own parents shut him out. They only ever scheduled dinners during the week, trying to avoid their odd child. They couldn't stand being known as the family with the peculiar son, he had everything but yet nothing. All he wanted was to be thought of as a normal boy. So, on that night he sat there, he sat in the dinning room trying to think of how he could push out the thought of "the man in blue" and be a normal boy. Be a boy who was thought of and accepted as the other children were. "Ring! Ring!" The old phone which hung on the kitchen wall rang and rang, the boy didn't notice at first. He was so caught up in a thought, in a dream of all the things he ever wished to be as a boy, as a normal child, as a pleasure to be around, as a sane pleasure to be around. He quickly got up when the ringing noise made its way to him. He picked up the phone and said, in his most prim and proper English accent, "Hello, Richardson's residents, Oliver speaking may I take a message". The boy, 9 years of age, just like any other became quiet impatient when there was no response on the line, just very heavy breathing. "Excuse me, are you there?" He hung up. He was confused, put it off as if some just miss dialed the number but the phone rang once more. He picked it up and answered just as he did the first time but this call was different. There was no heavy breathing. But yet a voice, a deep, old, raspy voice "..blue, everything is blue". The boy hung up. He knew who this man, no, this thing was. This was no miss dial. Its exactly how to story said it would be. The boy tried to push out the thoughts. He said to himself "This isn't real". It was 7:25 and the boy was pacing the kitchen waiting for his housekeeper to arrive, waiting for someone to tell him he was just hearing things. He was replaying the story in his head. It was quite odd how he came about the book; he had found it on his walk home from school one day but it was strange because the book had his name on the inside of it, he didn't give much thought into it at the time. The story was called "The man in blue", the story started off with a little boy named James. James lived in the biggest house in richest neighborhood and had all the toys a little boy could imagine but little James always found himself so bored and lonely. He hadn't had many friends, everyone thought he was odd because talked of these crazy stories about a man in blue. And one night he was left all alone in his big house but this night the house felt a little less lonely. James felt as if he wasn't alone, so he walked and walked throughout his home looking but he knew no one else was there. He was startled when he heard a ringing. He went down to find the source of ringing. It was the phone, he picked it up and said "Hello, Winchester's residents, James speaking" but he was met with only strange heavy breathing. The boy in story asked once more who was there but when met with no answer he hung up. Turning to walk away the phone range again. He picked up and responded the same as he did the first time. "..blue, everything is blue". But the one thing Oliver couldn't quite rap his head around was how the story ended. Because, well, there wasn't one. The book just ended there or so he thought. Oliver jumped and let out a faint whale as the words "Hello Oliver" were spoken from behind him. Words spoken in a deep, old, raspy voice. A few minutes later the boys housekeeper came through doors with her friend and her friends son. But the housekeeper wasn't met with Oliver or "the man in blue" but yet an empty kitchen with a book on the table by the phone. The friends son went and picked it up as the housekeeper and friend went throughout the house looking and calling Oliver's name. The son picked up the book and read the title out loud "The Man in Blue". He flipped through the pages to find the book to be about a little boy named Oliver. The little boy in story, Oliver, lived in the biggest house in the richest neighborhood in his town with all the toys a young boy could imagine, yet he was always so bored and lonely. He hadn't had many friends because everyone found him quiet peculiar. He always spoke of a man in blue but no one ever believed him. They said he mental. But one day when he was home all alone he got a phone call, a phone call from the man in blue. The story stopped there, the son was confused when flipped to the last page and found his name printed in bold black letters.