The hidden message

It all started on a Sunday night my mother chloe was upstairs alone she was lying on her kingsized bed I shouted up to her asking her if she wanted some soup there was no reply .i walked up the squeaky stair case as my eyes scanned the room I seen a blood puddle on the floor my heart pounded it was my mother she was dead .my eyes let out tears as I relized that it was her my mother had been killed .i grabbed the phone and rang for an ambulance she got rushed to hospital within minutes I waited and waited for some news as I was waiting I saw an elderly man he appeared behind me and he said with his warm voice she'll be okay it was as of he was the killer the man who murderd my mother but it was hard to believe he said my mother had a wonderful life as if he had been spying on us for months.was this man my mothers killer or was he a close friend the murdering was a mystery but the man who spoke to me sounded familiar .......