Dead Before Ten PM

A small child finds himself alone at home, but is he really alone?

"Mom? Mommy are you there?'

Silence . . .

"Dad? Atleast you have to be here right?"

. . .

. . .

Jacob was a four year old boy that was left in the house alone again. Cuddled under the blankets in from room, he made his way to his parents room 'Mabye mommy and daddy didn't hear me' he thought to himself.

"The boy can fend for himself!" cried his father.

"He's very mature for his age!!!" cried his mother.

" My Oh My! "

 The little boy jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, confused on who that could be. He followed the voice thinking he might've just heard his father.

"He knows where to get food when we're gone!" cried his mother.

"He knows not to touch anything while we're gone!" cried his father.

He heard rustling in the kitchen and ran to the new noises, "Daddyyy! I heard yo-" 

That wasn't his father.

"Our son is such an angel!" cried his father.

"We really don't know what our life would be like without him!"  cried his mother.

That wasn't his father.