Chapter 82 - The Serial Killer - Part 1: Start Of The Doom

"Haha, thank you, mom..."

"I love this!"

"But more than this, I love you both..."

"Thanks for giving birth to me, Mama, and papa..."

A boy, who was celebrating his fifth birthday, was smiling so brightly that even the sun would be put into shame!

The brightness on his face was mesmerizing, he was cute and his charm had taken over his family.

"Haha, would you look at that, he knows how to flatter others, he is just like you, don't you think that's true, Darling?", a man who was in his thirties asked this while looking at a woman who was c.a.r.e.s.sing the boy's head.

"What do you mean by that, honey?"

"My words her flattery?", she started to pout while scolding the man.

Both of them seemed to be husband and wife. They were quite cheerful and joyful.

It was their son's fifth birthday, however, they were the ones happy, much happier than the boy.

"Mama, let's cut the cake together!", the boy advised and they did as he told.

They held the plastic knife together and then cut the cake at the same time.

A typical birthday song was sung and the gifts were being given. Of course, the only ones present in the room were the boy, his dad and mom, and another small girl who seemed to be a year younger than the boy. Needless to say that the girl was the boy's younger sister.

Yes, they were the ones who gave two or three gifts which the boy opened right after he cut the cake and fed all of them.

"I will never forget this day!", the boy said.

He was quite happy and so were the others. The day was soon over, and then the next day was too.

One by one many days passed by and soon the boy was sixteen years old and by now he was about the graduate the middle school.

No one could beat him in studies, of course, many a time even the teachers asked him many things.

Of course, his happy life was going just fine, at least until he met this certain man who changed his entire fate and life.

His' so smooth going happy life changed into a horror movie.

'Ding Dong'

'Ting Tong'

While he was on his way to his home, he found a man coming out of his house.

The man then passed by right after which he entered the home after opening the door.

'Who was that man?'

'Such a weirdo...'

Of course, the person whom he saw had many tattoos on his face. He was smoking a cigar and had piercings all over his ears and lips. That included the nose too. He looked somewhat like a gangster or a thug.

"Mom, I am hungry, what did you make?", he said in a loud voice right after which he went upstairs even before hearing and got changed into informal wear that he wore in his home normally.

"Mom! What have you prepared for food?", he asked again, but there was no response.

He switched the T.V. on and kept on watching. An hour was passed and his stomach started to grumble for real.

"Mom! Have you gone deaf? I am hungry!", he got up from the sofa on which he was sitting and watching the show and walked towards the kitchen where the dining table was placed.

"Sigh, come on mom, if you are placing the food on the table then you should have informed me at least!", he said this when he found the food on the table.

It included sandwiches which he loved the most. Of course, he loved it with sauce which was way too weird a combination for him because he would basically dip the sandwich completely in the sauce as if he were painting it in red.

"Mom! Where is the sauce? Why haven't you..."

It was weird, his mom never once forgot placing the bottle of sauce while giving him sandwiches so why now?

But just as he got up to get the bottle of sauce from the kitchen, he found a bowl that had the sauce filled in it.

"Sigh, mom poured it in the bowl but forgot to give it to me?", he said in a low voice.

Until now he hadn't heard her voice nor had he seen her, however, he didn't care about that.

All he thought about was the sandwiches to fill his stomach!

He dipped the sandwich in the bowl and covered it with the sauce completely.

'Weird, the sauce is thick today...'

'I guess it's of good quality...', was what he thought and then took a bit of the sandwich.

*nom nom*

*nom...*

"Wha-"

"What the-"

"Mom, just what the heck is this sauce? It made the sandwich taste awful!"

He got up from the table and spit the food from his mouth in the sink and washed his mouth.

"Damn! This ruined my mood!", he was a bit angry.

"Mom! What are you doing!?"

"I hate this..."

"Where are you?"

*tap tap*

"Tell me, from which mall did you bring thi-"

And while saying this, he walked towards the bedroom where his mom and dad slept and as he was about to open it, someone rang the doorbell of his home.

"Ugh, who is it?", right after saying that he rushed towards the door and opened it.

"Who...?", he asked in a low voice as if he was being polite.

"Uh, excuse me, your father passed out while drinking..."

"I have brought him...", it was the same man whom the boy had seen earlier.

*gulp*

He could smell the alcohol from his dad who was being balanced or basically being carried by the man.

"Ah, thank you very much!", right after saying that he held his dad's hand and got him inside.

"No worries...", the man grinned and then turned back and went the same way as he had arrived.

"Tsk..."

"What a weirdo..."

"..."

To be continued...