A young man no older than 25 walks into his bedroom. The bed is neatly made, the blanket on top being a deep black. A stereo is on the left of the bed, on a small night table with a lamp next to it, closest to his bed. To the right of is bed stands a book case, and there he walks, leaving with a photo album in hand. Tears fall from his eyes as he thinks of his daughter who had been shot by his gun the previous year.
She had been seven years old, and had been a curious little girl. She had decided to look around in his closet, and found his weapon in a seemingly locked box, only to have his daughter realize that her daddy forgot to lock it. Chris had gotten home after target practice knowing he would be going to work in only 2 short hours. He walked into the hot steamy water, only to run back out within 3 minutes. He had heard a gunshot coming from his bedroom.
Finding his daughter on the floor covered in blood had almost killed him. The only thing that eased his mind delicately, was that her head hitting the ground was post-mortem. She had died instantly, his little girl hadn't suffered. Her father, however did.
After all his tears had been shed over his daughter, he began to close the album, only to be stopped by the rumbling he heard. Glasses began to shake, then shatter. His digital clock began to short out, and soon he was facing a man that had a haunting smile on his face.
"I know what you did to her Chris. You hurt her in so many ways that even you cannot comprehend. She died with fear in her heart, fear that you had never loved her. You didn't even say goodbye.." The man stared at Chris, and he felt everything get hot, he began to choke, convulse, and his eyes turned red before he saw the white light, regret in his heart...
She had been seven years old, and had been a curious little girl. She had decided to look around in his closet, and found his weapon in a seemingly locked box, only to have his daughter realize that her daddy forgot to lock it. Chris had gotten home after target practice knowing he would be going to work in only 2 short hours. He walked into the hot steamy water, only to run back out within 3 minutes. He had heard a gunshot coming from his bedroom.
Finding his daughter on the floor covered in blood had almost killed him. The only thing that eased his mind delicately, was that her head hitting the ground was post-mortem. She had died instantly, his little girl hadn't suffered. Her father, however did.
After all his tears had been shed over his daughter, he began to close the album, only to be stopped by the rumbling he heard. Glasses began to shake, then shatter. His digital clock began to short out, and soon he was facing a man that had a haunting smile on his face.
"I know what you did to her Chris. You hurt her in so many ways that even you cannot comprehend. She died with fear in her heart, fear that you had never loved her. You didn't even say goodbye.." The man stared at Chris, and he felt everything get hot, he began to choke, convulse, and his eyes turned red before he saw the white light, regret in his heart...