by Remaskis » Sat Sep 03, 2011 7:29 am
This is a true story! The 'Micheal' in this story is my friends dad. But 'Harring' is not their last name.
BOBBY BARKER
When he was young, my son had a friend called Bobby. Now, Bobby always came to our house and played with Micheal, and at about 6:00 his mother would stand at our backyard fence and say, "Bobby my precious time to come home!" Although I had never seen his mother, I always heard her voice. This was strange, but I didn't think much of it. Bobby was a very kind boy, he was always asking, "Mr. Harring, would you like me to mow your lawn?" Most days I would politely refuse, but one day I accepted, and taught Bobby how to use the lawn mower. Bobby mowed the lawn, but a stick got caught in the mower, he flipped over the lawn mower and used his bare hand to take the stick out. The mower caught his hand and chopped off his thumb. I panicked and ran inside my house and called 911. The ambulance took Bobby to the hospital and I ran in side to Micheal, who was playing video games, and asked, "Micheal! Bobby had and accident! Do you want to come with me to the hospital?" Without looking up from his game Micheal said, "No, Dad. I'm on level 78." So I left the house and ran over to Bobby's house to tell his mother. I rang the door bell twice but there was no answer. I looked in throughout the window and was shocked to see that there was no furniture in the house. I quickly ran home and got in my got in my car. I went to the hospital Bobby went to. I asked the front desk lady, "What room is Bobby Barker staying in?" The lady checked the records and said, "Bobby Barker? I'm sorry, no one with the name of Bobby Barker has stayed here since the 1800's. He died in room 12." My eyes widened as I realized she was describing Bobby. I drove home shakily. When I got home, Micheal was no longer playing video games. He got up and walked over to me shakily, with fear in his eyes.
"Dad," he said, his voice full of fear, as if he didn't understand what he was hearing, "Bobby's Mom called, she wanted to know why you killed her son."
Tumblr and Homestuck have eaten my brain.