Barton

Suspense Stories | Feb 9, 2015 | 4 min read
24 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
My mom always had trouble with her brother, my uncle. He had recently lost his 3 year old son, and his wife killed herself when they lost him. My uncle lost the two people he loved the most. After these occurrences, he took a turn for the worst. He slowly lost his sanity, and lost 50 pounds. Afterwards, He was extremely creepy, always talked in a monotone voice, always stared at me until I awkwardly walked into the other room. His name was Barton. My family always tried to help him, but he was going bankrupt and was recently diagnosed with Schizophrenia. The guy was going insane. His illness got bad, and he was getting out of control, so my mother had a long talk with him about putting him in a mental institution, to help him. As she told him, I could see the flames brewing in his eyes, and the hatred he held deep inside him for my mother and our family for suggesting this. Without blinking for 2 minutes straight, he stared at me. All was silent until these words finally escaped his chapped, pale lips. "Maybe your mother will someday realize what it's like to lose her family. Then she'll know what it's like to have people tell her she's insane." And with that, he slowly got off of the couch and strider out the door. That was ten years ago.

We never saw him again. We tried his cell phone. We went to his house, and he wasn't there. His car was there, but his house was dark, grimy, and with pictures of his previous family. We contacted the police, and they looked for him for weeks. He just.... Vanished into thin air, just like that.

It was chilling, the thought of what he said. I thought about it for a long while. The more I thought, the more I worried. What did he mean by that? Why did he vanish? Where could he POSSIBLY BE? I was 8 when he walked out the door, and I didn't understand much. I learned more over the years, and I was sure he was gone. Never for one second did I think he was going to show up again. I was disturbed by his disappearance ever since, and I never did recover. Every night I had nightmares where he snuck into my room at night, and plunged a knife into my neck. I woke up screaming every time, and my mom had to keep coming in to see what happened.

On a deeply dark, brisk night in november, when my mother was at dinner with my father, I was home alone. I hated to be home alone. I always went to bed early if I was home alone, because I didn't want anything to spook me, that night was different. I was laying down in my bed, restless. I couldn't sleep, and I never did pinpoint the reason. I closed my eyes to attempt to sleep, but right when my eyelids closed, a loud ding rang out in my room. I had gotten a text. I expected it to be my mother telling me she was coming home. It wasn't. It was an unknown number, with an image attached. I squinted my eyes at the text, and I dropped the phone in horror. My entire body trembled. I couldn't breath. Shock flowed through my body like electricity. The picture that I had just received was a live taken picture of my house from the backyard.

I tried to muffle my cry. Somebody was out there, watching my house, just 30 yards away. And something in my mind told me it was my uncle Barton.

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