And So I Painted it Red

Hello guys!!! Today I bring you this somehow psychologically unstable story. And as what my usual articles have, some here contains very sensitive words and photos.

Little by little I pulled out her heart , dragging all the other parts, one at a time I removed her eyes, shaved her head and cut her tongue ,...

"Bye bye Dada" ... Those were my little Sally's last words while she waved her goodbye joyfully running at the school campus gate. The next time I saw her ....................

What happened??..........

Hey??? Are you still there???....

... She was always kind, always cheerful, an adorable kid with so much beautiful eyes , she looks just like her mother,

she jumps right straight at me when I arrive home after a very tiring day at work, she is my stress reliever ...... She was...

Are you okay??...

So what really happened that day??...

Wa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!! (wicked laugh)
but tears kept on falling from my eyes while I laugh.

It was 6pm when I arrived home, my usual thing I got out of the car and instantly Gregor my lovely dog instantly jumps at me and licked my ears... I joyfully shouted " baby..honey!!! Im home..." But there was no response, so I put down my dog and hurried inside, there was this intense feeling that somethings not right, maybe we can call it fathers instinct I did not even notice the unlocked main door which usually is always locked specially when I'm not home and only the two of them are left...I quickly barge in and shouted again " Honey, baby, I'm home" and the more I shouted it the more desperate the tone of my voice was becoming.

I ran upstairs to check Sally's room , she wasn't there, I ran to the master's bedroom to check if my wife was there but no one's home yet, I tried to calm myself down thinking maybe they had a walk for a while.

Suddenly...

Suddenly what??..

" row ,row row your boat dancing on the----"

Hey,hey Your singing that song again!!

Suddenly I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen down stairs something like heavy thing was thrown  into the floor. I quickly ran downstairs and saw my wife and Sally....

What? What did you saw?

I...I------ row, row your boat dancing----

Hey, hey please continue your story...

I saw my wife... On top of Sally... Bathed with blood, I saw a knife on my wife's left hand...

And then?...

and then my little Sally wa- ha-ha-ha-ha ( wicked laugh )

What?? What's with Sally?...

I grab my wife's hands and reach Sally under her... I so surprised with what I found.....

What did you found?...

Sally's internal organs were nowhere to be found including her eyes and my wife had a stab on her chest...

What did you do?...

Oh!! Hell no!!! It wasn't me!!! I really think it's my wife who did it, she had been very upset lately and she's always shouting at us every time , she always glares with this very demonic eyes..!!

Wait!! Wait!! I'm not saying it's you....

Oh yeah!!! Wa-ha-ha-ha-ha just so you know!!!

.........

Wait ..... Why am I here again? And who are you? You seem to ask too much question..... Why I am tied up here in this chair? I still have to go home my families waiting for me ,my wife will surely get angry If I'll be home late....

Please calm down...Calm down...

I have one last question...

WHY DID YOU DO IT?

( Silence engulf the whole room )

Errrrhhh..... Wa-ha-ha-ha.... Because they were so sad and I don't like it Wa-ha-ha-ha...

Little by little I pulled out her heart , dragging all the other parts, one at a time I removed her eyes, shaved her head and cut her tongue ,...

Because they were so sad and gloomy that I wanted them to smile, So I grabbed my shinny paintbrush and head towards their faces and so I painted them red.

........

First and foremost your wife wasn't left handed, second you don't own a dog , right now you are suffering from a disorder called  Schizotypal personality disorder , its basically, your confusing reality from your imaginations, and you seem to ran from the reality by making another scenarios in your head which could be acceptable for you to handle.I told you this many times but you seem to not understand a thing.

Okay that's it for now... You can take a rest...

Hey...hey!!! Wait where are you going??? I still have lots of stories..... Wanna sing? Row...row.... Row.....
Tsssss.... Boring....

Hey doc!!...

What?...

YOU SEEM PRETTY SICK, WANNA PAINT THAT FACE RED? WA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

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Thank you for reading 💝 I hope you enjoyed this. Some of you might find it a little bit odd but this type of stories are so close to me for personal reasons.
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