Day 8 – Nanopoblano – The Boy
I’m a behind in my postings, but never you mind. Here is Day 8. Enjoy!
“Anyone else happening upon the scene might have noticed an unusually composed eight-year-old boy,” Sheriff Darnell said. “But when Doc Hammond found the boy, he immediately knew something was wrong. The boy, we don’t know his name yet or where he came from – the boy,” Sheriff Darnell continued, “was in a state of shock. Catatonic.”
“Sheriff can you tell us what happened?” one reporter yelled out.
“The only thing I can say is that we don’t know what happened. We don’t know if anything happened. We don’t have a crime scene. We only have a little boy who was found by the lake and is non-verbal.
“Where’s he from?
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Sheriff Darnell paused. “We’re going to need y’alls help. Humph. Usually I’m trying to get y’all to keep quiet, but this time I’m asking y’all to put this out there. Radio. TV. Newspapers.
Milly’s headed over to the children’s hospital. And you know if anybody can get a kid to talk it’s Milly.”
Milly’s the town psychologist. She’s quiet and unassuming. She has this way of looking at you that melts your insides, forces you to lower your guard and bare your soul.
She arrived at the boy’s room armed with a notebook and her famous calming hypnotic smile.
“You’re not safe,” the boy says looking up at Milly when she enters the room.
“What do you mean?”
Milly immediately notices how beautiful his eyes are. A brown she’s never seen before. She’s drawn to them. She sits down at the table where the boy is playing with a few dolls.
“You’re not safe,” he says again in a haunting tone, which unnerves Milly. She tries to laugh off her uneasiness. The boy looks up from the doll he’s holding and Milly gasps. His eyes were no longer the beautiful brown that had captivated her. They were now fire-red and the doll was melting in his hand.
He reached over and gently touched Milly’s arm and said smiling, “Leave while you still can.” She felt a burning sensation where he touched her and soon she began to feel a burning sensation throughout her body and a tingling sensation in face. As she looked into those fire-red eyes she was horrified to see the boy taking on her features.
Milly sat paralyzed, unable to move. She tried to scream but was unable to. “I do apologize,” the boy said. This body is insufficient. It won’t be long now. And I promise to send what remains of you somewhere peaceful.
Milly took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered and rolled back. “Don’t fight it. It will take longer and be more painful. Relax. There. Now, isn’t that better,” he said smiling. “Almost done.” He took a deep breath. “Now that wasn’t so bad. Was it?”
He stood, looked in the mirror, “Yes. This will do.”