Sean was bored. Bored to the point where he had trouble lying still. There was nothing interesting on TV at this time; just the local news, with their endless stream of non-interesting blabber about missing pets and locals winning 50$ in the lottery. Who cares? Did people really find this so fascinating that they would actually wanna sit and listen to it each night? Sean didn't wanna watch the news again, but unfortunately his father had once again told him to go into the living room, shut the door and turn on the TV. It had been going on for two weeks now. Sean usually did what his father told him to without question, because he knew his father had had a hard time supporting them both ever since Sean's mother died.
But Sean was getting restless.
It was the same, almost every day! Living room, door, TV! Living room, door, TV! And not once would his father explain to him why this dreary pattern had to be repeated every so often! But now Sean was determined to find out. His father always sent him to the living room right after the phone rang, but this time Sean wanted to listen in on his conversations; therefore he had taken his glass from the dinner table with him, when he was sent to watch boring TV.
Sean approached the door to the kitchen as silent as he could; he had never once disobeyed his father, ever since Sean's mother died and though he usually dreaded the consequences of directly going against his father's will, the mixture of dullness and curiosity had numbed his sense of fear... Although he would feel that again soon enough. He put the glass against the door and then his ear to the glass (a trick he had, ironically enough, seen on the news.) He could faintly hear his father...
"You listen to me..." Sean had trouble hearing everything "The police has been..."
Sean tried to press his ear harder against the glass, but it broke. Now he could hear his father approaching the door with fast, angry footsteps...
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Thomas was feeling many things at once. Anger; fear; regret; worried. But he tried to control his voice, suppressing his desire to scream into the phone. What if his son heard him? Sean may have been a little genius, but after all he was still only 10 years old. Thomas was actually surprised that Sean had had the restraint to sit and watch the local news show, night after night. But Thomas was worried that Sean would begin asking questions soon, so he wanted to find the mysterious caller first. He had their phone number, so why wouldn't he have their address? An intense feeling of noxious and shock came over Thomas as he heard the sound of breaking glass, from the living room – was the caller here? He rushed towards the door and slammed it open.
"Sean?"
"Sorry, dad..." Thomas saw his son sitting in a small pile of broken glass, right in front of the door.
"What happened? Thomas asked.
"I..." Sean had trouble finding an excuse for why the glass broke and why the pieces was in front of the kitchen door.
"Nevermind, son. What say you we go to bed, eh? It's a school day tomorrow" As Thomas said these words, he tried to sound as playful as he possibly could, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing phone call from that crazy man.
"Sure, dad..." Sean reluctantly accepted... But was still determined to get answers.
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He saw the lights go out from the street.
Apartment 4-D.
Live ins: Thomas Bowman and Sean Bowman; father and son. The Mother? Deceased. Murdered by unknown means.
Although not unknown to everyone.
The mysterious man was watching from the streets.