The man studied the screen to watch and absorb all of the horrors unfold right in front of his eyes.
To the left he sees a woman silently screaming at the top of her lungs, a hammer enters into the shot. With one felled swoop the hammer strikes into the womans left temple, with a violent shuddering her expression is rendered lifeless and almost blank. The wall beside her and even the screen the man is viewing are stained with fresh blood splatter. The man staggers backward too disgusted to keep his eyes open yet so morbidly intrigued he peeks. Then the nausea hits him and he viscously wretches as the slight contents of his stomach exit his mouth. Feeling a slight wave of physical relief the man lays his head down on
The cool concrete floor.
Sometime later the man stirs feeling eyes staring at his peaceful almost satisfied face, the man sits up, glancing at the screen for a second he notices a familiar face. Could it be? He squints and then rapidly blinks for a sense of visual clarity. It was no good the silent words falling from the childs mouth are impossible to decipher. The man gets to his feet with a heaving push off the cool concrete floor, he looks closer at the image on the screen, it appears to him that the boy has a rope of sorts, perhaps a skipping rope? The man contemplates this thought for a second or two. No, he decides there is a more sinister significance to the rope the boy is holding. The man inches closer to the screen, the boys expression changes from a somewhat panicked almost startled look to a look that would instill terror in even the hardest of souls. Closer still the man edges to the screen with a certain determination that he needs to battle against an invisible resisting force that will not give the man easy access to a closer look. The mans perseverance pays off as he snaps forward with an almost out of control ferocity, in a split second the man realises that the young boys face has fallen still, as his head droops like a withered flower too exposed to the harshness of a sweltering summers day behind the glass window magnifying the suns power. The man looks closer still as he feels the resisting force subside. Now touching the screen he realises the young boy is slumped down to the ground, the cool concrete…. The man freezes as reality hits his stream of thought. That is, that is my boy. The man turns to face the now obvious scene before him. His life, his driving force, his family lifeless on the cool concrete floor. The man lays with them, an arm round each. In the reflection of the man a sinister, evil and wretched smile spreads across the face of the mans reflection as the evil has now consumed what it must. Do not look into ….. The mirror.
