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 Posted: Tue Oct 3rd, 2006 08:04 am
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BrianRobertNeal
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Narrator-A woman in her mid-thirties is stood on one side of a kitchen table, her only child, a nine year old boy is stood at the opposite side.

 

Mother-No!

 

Son-But mum all the boys are doing it.

 

Mother-No!  

 

Son-But I’ll be laughed at and bullied again.

 

Mother-No!   

 

Son-Why?








 


Mother-Because I’ll not let my son be a nuisance to the neighbours. I don’t believe in witches and hobgoblins but I do believe in evil. This world is too dangerous for me to let a nine-year-old boy wander the streets in the dark on his own.

 

Son-I won’t be on my own there is a least 7 of us and we will be meeting up at Walmart’s.








 


We’re meeting at six in the car park.

 

Mother-I'll drive you down there at six

 

Son-They'll call me "mummy's boy".








   


Mother-Well you can go but if you are not home at 7 o’clock, I’ll come looking for you.

 

Son-Thanks mum.








 


Narrator-The boy raced upstairs, he painted his face put on his pointed hat and cloak, picked up his little goody bag and then raced off to Walmart's.

 

He arrived at a quarter to six and was the first there.

 

At 6 he was still on his own but he waited.

 

At 6.30 he decided to go home. He felt silly with his painted face and daft clothes so he went home using the back roads where he would meet less people.

 

He was very near his home and walking down a street that joined his road at right angles.

 

A man was stood outside his house by his car and as the boy passed him the man said,

 

Man-You’re the first trick or treater that I’ve seen all evening so you’re in luck. I’ve got lots of goodies so come indoors.

 

Boy-I’ve got to get home by 7 so I’ll not come in thank you.

 

Man-It won’t take a minute come in its cold and rainy out here.

 

Narrator-The boy went in.

 

His body was found 3 weeks later it had been hidden in a large drainage pipe stored at the back of a Builder's Yard that was at least 70 miles from the home of the dead boy.

 

He had been abused and then strangled. He was naked but his face was still painted.

 








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Last edited on Tue Oct 3rd, 2006 08:55 am by BrianRobertNeal

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