The bloody discoveryA Chapter by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)After an hour of trolling through the surrounding neighborhood, Camille thought that her son had plenty of sugar treats to last him a lifetime, with a little left to satisfy her sweet tooth. As they approached their house, she was holding juniors hand. she said. “Did you have fun?” Junior looked up at her. “It was awesome mom, thank you.” “Good. When we get home, I want you to put your bag in the kitchen and go right to bed.” “Ah, mom,”Junior said in a disappointing tone. “Can I at least have a couple of pieces.” Camille let out an exasperated sigh. “Tomorrow.” “fine.” Junior retort half heartedly. Once they reached the door, Camille opened it, but was met with force. “What the hell?” She pushed harder. Suddenly a horrific vision caught her eye. She saw Mike’s leg sticking out of the bedsheet that was mostly red. And a pool of red liquid flowing beneath him. She started breathing rapidly. “Who’s wrong mom?”Junior said excitedly Camille slammed the door shut.” Nothing, Sweetie.” She bent down and looked her son in the eye. “What do you say we go over to Emily’s house first?” “But we’ve already been there?” “I know honey,” Camille gently stroked her son’s cheek. She was trying hard not to cry. “Maybe she’s got more candy left. She smiled at him.” Wouldn’t you like a few more pieces of candy?” “Junior shrugged his shoulder.” Sure.” He stated with excitement. Camille grabbed his hand and walked briskly next door. “Once they reached the door, Camille knocked a little harder than she meant to. Emily opened the door. “ Her thinning dark blonde hair was pulled back. The ponytail rested on her left shoulder. She was wearing an orange shirt with a ghost looking up at a witch flying past the moon. “Oh, back for more? Good, because I still have plenty.” “No.” Camille stated abruptly. She paused a moment and continued calmly. “ Say, is it okay if Mike stays here for a few minutes?” “Sure. Is everything okay?” “Sure.” She pointed towards the hallway. “ I believe he knows where it is.“ Emily dent down at looked at Junior thoughtfully. “In fact I have building blocks and transformers in there.” She stood up at looked at Camille, who had a surprised look on her face. Emily continued “My cousin brought them by last week. Her and her husband are having problems. She brought it in case she needs her son to stay over if things get bad.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She looked down at her son. “Go on, have some fun.” “Thank you.” Junior yelled as he ran towards the hallway. “So what’s going on?” Emily said as she looked at Camille with her head tilted. Camille took two deep breaths. “I think Mike is dead,” she said quickly. “What are you talking about?” She reached out and lightly grabbed Camille’s arm and guided her over to two a wooden chairs. “No. I don’t want sit.” Camille said in a frustrated tone. She reached out and grabbed Emily’s arms. “My husband is dead.” “Are you sure?”Emily stated flatly. Yes,” She let go of Emily’s arms and let out a long breath. “When I got home, I tried to open the door. I had a hard time because something was in the way. “She took another deep breath, let it out, and continued. “When I finally got it opened enough, I saw him there, lying in a pool of blood.” Emily quickly looked her up and down. “Oh my God. Did you call the police?” “No. That’s why I came over here. I didn’t want my son to see it. Can I use your phone?” “Absolutely.” Camille walked over and picked up the receiver. Emily was the only one in the free world that she knew that still had regular phone on her wall. Her fingers trembled as she dialed 9-1-1. © 2026 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE) |
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1 Review Added on February 26, 2026 Last Updated on February 26, 2026 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more.. |

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