A Mother’s Torment
Cypher Lx
Maggie Stewart couldn’t get the image out of her mind. The
night her son Jacob was killed. Her husband had stayed home to pass out candy.
Usually, that was her job, but Sam’s recent knee surgery prevented him from
taking on the Trick-or-Treat journey. After two blocks worth of houses, Jacob
dropped his bag of loot as they were heading home, toys and candy scattering
into the street. Jacob ran to retrieve his lost treasure at the same moment a
car careened around the corner, slamming into his little body and dragging him
several yards. She had been haunted by him ever since.
She would see him around corners or dash away into his room.
Sometimes she would hear his voice in her head. " Mommy, why are you so
mean to me?" Maggie despised it when her dead child asked her that, but it
didn’t change the fact that he blamed her. Once, she had mentioned it to Sam
and he threatened to have her locked away. She never said anything after that.
It was October again and Maggie was trying to keep her mind
busy with mundane things. She was dreading tonight. Trick-or-Treaters were
excitedly getting ready to go on their rounds. The image of Jacob’s mangled
body was at the forefront of her thoughts. As she stood at the sink washing
dishes, Maggie could feel the presence behind her. Then the voice started
again.
"Mommy?"
She tried so hard to ignore it.
"Mommy? Are you going to take me
Trick-or-Treating?"
Tears began to fill her eyes. When was this torment going to
end? Why wouldn’t Jacob leave her alone? Her grip tightened on the butcher’s
knife she had been rinsing.
"Mommy? I’m in my costume. Do you like it?"
Jacob’s voice sounded hesitant. Eyes closed and tears
streaming down her face, Maggie slowly turned around to face her dead son. When
she finally opened her eyes, Jacob stood in front of her, skin pale and facial
bones accentuated by deep shadows.
“What are you supposed to be,” she asked.
Jacob smiled and laughed.
"I’m a ghost, mommy!"
Maggie swiped at the apparition with the hand that held the
knife. As it did every other time, Jacob’s spirit disappeared on a wisp of air,
a scream echoing through the kitchen. Maggie sighed heavily as she turned back
to the sink to finish washing the dishes. She scrubbed the knife blade again,
irritated that soap spots had dried on the shiny metal.
***
Sam was in the garage cleaning and reorganizing. Maggie was
in one of her moods again and she had taken it out on him. It was best to stay
out of her way at times like these, but at least he had been the target when
she lost her temper. Now she was in one of her cleaning frenzies. It was better
than the alternative.
After Jacob’s accident, Maggie had never been the same. She
started saying strange things and Sam wanted her to get help. Instead, she shut
down and refused to talk about it. Over the past couple months she seemed to be
getting better. Her bouts of violence decreased and she was starting to behave
like she did before it happened.
Jacob’s recovery had been a miracle. The fact that he hadn’t
died on impact was almost unimaginable. Perhaps that’s why Maggie had such a
hard time believing it. Their son had coded several times on the way to the
hospital from blood loss, but in the end, he had come out with only a couple of
broken ribs and a fractured arm. But something had snapped in Maggie that night
and Jacob avoided her every day since then because she would slap him hard
across the face for no reason.
When Sam heard the scream from the kitchen, he froze. She
was having another episode. He should have known her recent change in behavior
wouldn’t last. Jacob must have crossed paths with his mother again. He ran into
the room from the garage and found Maggie washing dishes calmly as if nothing
had happened. As Sam rounded the table he felt his heart stop.
“What have you done?!”
Maggie turned to look at him and walked over Jacob’s limp,
bloody body as if it wasn’t there.
“I’ve been cleaning, dear. Do you have the candy ready for
the Trick-or-Treaters?”
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