My Father’s Room

The door was unlocked. Thinking it careless, I entered. Everything seemed different to usual. Maybe because it was morning. I peeked into the bedroom, but the morning light streaming in was so bright that I couldn’t see very well. An unknown woman in her underwear was sleeping in my father’s bed.

Who the hell was she? My father couldn’t be cheating, could he? I couldn’t believe it. So she was the reason my father was living away from home? It had to be.

I panicked and grabbed a nearby heavy ashtray, bringing it down on her head over and over. It was so wrong that I just couldn’t bear it. The woman soon stopped moving.

When I came back to my senses, I grew scared so I ran. I thought they’d think my father did it and arrest him, but if he was cheating then he deserved it.

I was so scared I couldn’t watch the news. This went on for several months until my mother told me that my father missed me and wanted to see him. I wasn’t sure what to do, but in the end I wanted to know more about that woman, so I agreed to go to his house with my mother in tow.

He was as healthy and happy as always. I started to think that perhaps that day was just a dream.

Just as we were about to leave, a snuck a peek into his bedroom. The evening light was shining in. It was then I realised that I had done something truly, truly terrible…



The young man was visiting his father’s house in the early hours of the morning. Early morning sunlight streamed in, making it hard to see, but he could see enough to know that a woman was in his father’s bed, so he killed her. However, the next time he went to his father’s house, the setting sun was streaming into his father’s room… The first time around he went into the wrong house and killed the woman who actually lived there.

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