Will You Help Me Find My Mommy?

A sad story of a little boy who lost his mommy with a surprise twist.

It had been a weird day… I mean, nothing weird actually happened, it was just one of those days where uneasiness was as thick as fog. I had been uptight all day pacing, nibbling at my nails, and fidgeting with my thumbs. I’m usually not like this but I couldn’t help but feel that something bad was going to happen.

The sun was getting ready to set and a light, but cold wind began to blow. I shivered as I shut my car door. I was going to make chicken for dinner but it wasn’t until I got home from work that I realised I had no groceries. I reluctantly decided to go to the store despite the fact it probably was not the  best time go.

I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store.  “Okay, I need…”  I thought out my list as I approached the automatic front doors. A heaviness grew in the pit of my stomach. I walked down aisle after aisle grabbing items. I was so consumed in my thoughts, I barely noticed that there was hardly anyone in the store. It was almost as if everyone had dropped off the face of the earth.

I looked around and shrugged. “Oh, well...’ I sighed. I continued on my way down the aisle. I stopped to look at the spices. The fluorescent lights above my head began to sporadically flicker. I looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Damn lights…” I mumbled. I shook my head as I grabbed a bottle of paprika and tossed it in my basket. I turned to finish going down the aisle and stopped.

He caught me by surprise. A little boy probably about 6 or 7 stood at the end of the aisle. He was wearing an Ironman t-shirt and shorts, unusual for this time of the year.  He was very pale, almost white. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. I got lost in his stare. He just looked at me with a calmness about him. Despite my better judgement, I pushed my cart over to him and kneeled down in front of him.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” I whispered. He looked down at the floor. The lights again began to flicker. In a stone cold voice he replied, “Will you help me find my mommy?” I took his hand. It was frozen cold. “Sure… What’s your name?” I asked him. He then looked up. “Ryan Thomas.” He murmured back. “Okay, Ryan. Here, take this.” I told him as I handed him my jacket from the basket. He again just stared at my outstretched arm. I took the jacket and draped it around his shoulders. “C’mon, Ryan. Lets go find a cashier.” He slowly nodded and proceeded to follow me.

We got to the front of the store and I got into one of the lanes. I approached the lady behind the counter. “Excuse me, ma’am? This little boy needs help finding his mom…” I told her. She looked at me and smiled, “Of Course! Where is he?” She asked. “He’s right here.” I replied as I turned to look at him. My mouth dropped open, my hands fell to my sides, I went speechless. He wasn’t there.

“I swear he was right there!” I exclaimed. “Well, ma’am, what’s his name? Maybe he wandered away. I’ll call him  over the intercom”She replied as she help the phone up, getting ready to press the intercom button.  I thought for a second…” Ryan, Ryan Thomas.” I told her. She hung up the phone. Her face became sad and her eyes dropped.

“Miss, can you follow me, please.” She asked. Still dumbfounded, I nodded. She lead me to a wall filled with pictures of children. She scanned them for a second then pointed to one. “Is this what he looks like?” She asked me. “Y...Y...Yes!” I stammered. I couldn’t believe it! “Well, ma’am. That little boy, Ryan, was abducted from this store in 1989. He wondered away from his mom and was never seen again, Until they found his body in a house down the street.” I whimpered silently as tears welled in my eyes. Suddenly, I remembered something!

“Wait!” I called as I ran back to the aisle where he first came to me, the cashier behind me. I looked around on the ground, under the racks, on the shelves… nothing… I turned around to walk back to my basket. “It’s alright, Miss.. you’re not the first to see him He’s always doing this people.” I wiped a tear from my eye.

I got to my basket and began to weep. Folded neatly on the side, was my jacket. I snatched it from the edge and ran out the front door to my car. I jumped in and quickly started it. I needed to get away, just to be anywhere but here. I pulled out of my space and made my way to the main street.

As I drove past the front door of the grocery store, Ryan stared at me from the glass window. His pale 

face lit by the moonlight.

Reviews

[Goat]

Very suspenseful and creepy. i loved it.