The Sighting

"We're going to be late honey come on! Get in the car Bruce!" Amanda, Bruce's mother, well, step mom, exclaimed. His real mom was Angelina, but she passed away in a tragic car crash on Hilton Street, about a year ago in Arkansas. The two managed to get over her death for the most part, but ever since then Bruce would never really come out of his room much, unless it's meal time, and even then, he just brings it to his room. It was around 7:00 A.M, April 6th, 1989, the sun was right on top of the horizon as if it was just resting there, and it seemed the golden hour had just struck Stone-dale, causing everything in it's site to become more beautiful than ever imagined. The trees were filled with leaves, flowers and birds along with wind blowing by the sweet and skinny branches. Everything's always peaceful there. Amanda was waiting in the car trying to hurry up before the movie started. She had long flowing brunette hair and eyes that anyone could easily fall into, if they're not careful enough. She had the voice of a goddess and the touch of an angel with beautiful nails that were always rounded and perfectly shined that somehow made her look even more angelic. She looks 19 but she's actually 34 years old, which is sort of funny considering she seems like she wouldn't be a day over 20. They were going to the movies to see the new thriller everyone's been talking about so much, "Pet Cemetery."

"Coming Amanda!" He yelled as he rushed down the stairs, the gush of wind he'd picked up, flying through his hair. Bruce wasn't the tallest, he was sort of shorter than the other boys and had brown, curly, coiled hair that made him look just like a little doll. His little baby face was being taken over with a beautiful constellation of freckles that were painted across his cheeks and the bridge of his little button nose, along with those rosy little tomatoes being splattered onto the apples of his face. He rushed out the door and got into the car. The mom was smacking on some gum as she looked Bruce up and down at least a million times, as his smile that had been spread across his face just a second ago, slowly faltered to an annoyed glare.

"Overalls I see. Right when I thought you couldn't look any more like a little girly boy." She exclaimed as she was leaning towards him, smirking the most devilish smirk he's ever seen between each bubble she was blowing. Her looks might've given off a good vibe, but definitely not her personality. Sadly this place was filled with shitty people that don't really care about personality that much, not to mention all the people with major homophobia. He kind of just gave her the "Oh shut up, it's the best I could do" kind of look. She just decided to shut up and start heading over to the movie theater. The trip was pretty quiet.

"Hun if you don't want to go, I'm okay with that just tell me when, and we'll get out of there okay?" She kind of looked over at him with a concerned face quickly and then looked back at the road.

"Mom, I'll be fine! I'm not a baby anymore, okay? I can handle this!" He told her turning in his seat to look at her. She went silent, which was enough for him to remember the rule she gave him, and he looked back at the road.

"Bruce. What did I tell you about calling me that name? I'm Amanda to you, okay? And by the way yes you are, you're like 12 years old." He was really 15 but that just goes to show how she doesn't bother really paying any attention to him at all. The rest of the ride was completely silent, driving by the corn fields that managed to stretch as far as they could see. Amanda and Bruce lived in the countryside, just them two together. There was no father figure for them after "the incident" but it was okay, Bruce never really was the type of person to go and and do things with other people so it wouldn't be much different for him to have a dad. Obviously he did have one for a little bit, but is he really a better option than no one? His name was Chris, he had an ugly ass mullet, and a very fat and hairy body. The truth was, that guy had serious issues. He would laugh during scary movies and murders, he would look at Bruce in a way that kept Angelina up for hours on end, scared that her husband would do something to him. One time when she left for the bathroom she walked out of the living room, the husband was holding up a knife and was swinging it around near the baby like nothing was wrong, like nothing would happen to the baby if it just… "accidentally" got away from him. What would happen if it did though? I mean it would just be an accident. Now, everyone has some of these types of thoughts every once in a while, but the real bad ones are the ones who listen. He was bad... The baby was wailing like there was no tomorrow, and to that baby, there might not have been a tomorrow at all. There was a knife coming out the top of the baby's poor head, blood spurting out and dripping down and covered in his little hair that seemed just like peach fuzz. The mom came rushing out of the bathroom like there was an active bomb about to blow in there, still buckling her belt back. She sprinted down the hallway so scared and so confused of what happened.

"Oh my god!! Don't worry mama's coming!" She ran into the living room zooming by and picked up baby Bruce off the carpeted floor. She put the baby on the left side of her torso, with her left hand under his butt, and her right on his back, gently patting it. She rushed him to the car, more mad then she could ever imagine herself being. With her right hand she opened the back seat door only to find that the car seat was on the other side so she slammed the door in frustration causing the baby to get scared and cry twice as loud which is just what her mom needed right then, walked to the other side and opened the door to the driver's seat. As she was buckling the baby was crying, kicking, screaming, just going crazy, and it made it so much harder for the mom to buckle the baby. When she finished she slammed the door and got into the driver seat, more flustered than ever. All of a sudden Chris walked out of their red door that was covered in daisies that had been painted on in 1970. They weren't in any sort of special pattern or anything, but they were still really pretty to them, and after about 3 years went by, they completely vanished, and now there is just some scrapes on the paint job and some of it's peeling off but no one bothers fixing it. He was just standing there in the doorway looking at them as his hands were calmly resting in his front pockets of his worn out baggy denim jeans with this sinister face on him, a sort of smirking expression that gave Angelina a whole kaleidoscope flowing around in her stomach. He looked as if he was just so, oblivious, of what he had just done in his living room. It had beautiful light pink walls, and a poppy red rug now stained with deep, red, blood stains, caused from the poor baby's stab in his head by his psycho dad, Chris.

"What the hell Chris?!" Angelina came walking towards him ready to beat him to a pulp, and her elbows to her waist, her arms coming out to the side in an I don't know pose. Tears were streaming down her face in pure fear of him at this point. All he could tell her was it was an accident and that he didn't mean to, but she just couldn't trust his words anymore.

"You're crazy Chris! Crazy!! Why would you even be holding a knife?! Let alone right next to our baby! He's only one years old.Chris, one!!" She held out her finger as she said one and stormed off to the car on her way to the Emergency Room. She got into the car, turned it on and as she turned around to leave, she rolled down her window to say one more thing to that asshole.

"Were through!" She yelled as she threw up the middle finger to him. "And if I ever see you near my baby at all, you screwed! Fuck you!" Hand motioning with her hand as she said you're screwed, chopping her head off as if to say if it happens, you're done for! She drove off rolling up the window feeling as confident as she could ever feel. Even though she finally did something she's been wanting to do for years, she was still just non stop thinking about Bruce, wondering if he was going to be okay and if he was going to have something wrong with his brain. All these thoughts were tormenting her, overwhelming her, crashing down on her like a big tsunami of worry and she just couldn't handle it. She was crying, thinking over why on earth she'd marry such a douche like Chris all those years back. She was thinking about all the obvious red flags god had been putting down for her and she'd just been ignoring all of them. She felt like she'd wasted all those years she'd spent with him. All of a sudden, she saw someone in the cornfields right outside her window, not too far ahead from them. As she passed by, watching him slowly turn with the car, never letting their eyes off them. Her eyebrows pushed together as she was squinting, her nose, wrinkling up, looking forward toward the weird thing in the field. It was starting to freak her out as it started popping up in different places around the car. She was freaking out, as she was nervously looking around her, through her windows.

"Uhhh… uhh!" She started breathing harder as she was frantically looking around her not paying attention to the road and trying to figure out what the fuck that thing was but every time she got a clear view, that sun of a bitch moved somewhere else, leaving her to have to look around and find that sucker again. All of sudden she didn't see the figure that was hopping locations. She stopped and looked at the last spot he was at, wasn't there. She looked behind her, nothing. All of a sudden, she stopped, looking behind her car, feeling a cold sweat come on to her as she slowly looked in front of her to see big bulging eyes looking right into her. Her mouth slowly stretched open as if she was getting a yawn started. Her bottom lip trembling, with some sort of black substance slowly flowing out. Her eyes rolled back all the way so all you could see was white. Her head, slowly lifting up, and right when her head was almost all the way up, it left, leaving her head to be yanked back down. Another car came from the opposite direction and when she finally got back to reality, there was no time to turn as she was already turning to the side where the car was, and they crashed. The mom has passed out in her seat leaning down on the airbag, her mouth foaming like mad, for some unknown reason, at least to the doctors. The baby's car seat has fallen over to the side with the baby dangling there, being held up by the seat belt the mom put over the seat. Not too soon after, the person from the other car had rushed out and went to their car to try and see if any of them needed help. She saw the baby, passed out in their car seat, their head leaning down as a little bit of spit was coming out of their mouth and some snot was coming down as well. The woman absolutely freaked out trying to open the back door as fast as she could, trying to save the baby and take it to a doctor. By then, the blood had dried up. She quickly unbuckled him and scooped up from his car seat carrying him over to her car.

"Holy fuck! What happened, they were driving perfectly! Why did she just veer off to the other side of the road? It's not like there was something in her way! Was she texting or something?" She was baffled at what she'd just witnessed trying to figure out if it was all actually happening. She used her free arm to call an ambulance, told them what happened and where the woman was so they could come and pick her up, and left for the hospital to save the child. Thankfully they weren't that far away by then but it still felt like it was light years away. As they rushed the baby into the hospital holding the baby with her left under its knees and right kind of trying to hold the back and the head up at the same time screaming for a doctor's undivided attention.

"Doctor?? Doctor?! Please! I don't know what to do!" she was running around with the baby laying her arms, his arms, dangling below his body, almost lifeless. A doctor quickly rushed out of the break room from eating his lunch and grabbed a push bed towards the toddler. They placed the baby in the little pushy bed and rolled her down a long hallway with doors leading down it on both sides following them as they ran down to try and get to an empty room. The hallway seemed endless to them, like it had no end to it at all and it just went on forever. They finally get the doctor's room and they rush in trying their best not to make it worse with all the running around. He picks up the baby and places it onto the bed as he's trying to get a cotton sheet to put over the wound when he removes the knife from the head.

"Pass me the cotton sheets over by the computer on the left in the middle drawer! Quick, we need this out!" The doctor instructed pointing towards his big grey box shaped computer. The lady didn't move for a second since she was too busy looking at the baby's little body there in the hospital bed and soon realized he was talking to her and quickly rushed over to the computer looking in the drawer he told her to. As she gave him the cotton sheet he looked at her thanking her for it and then got right back to his job, saving that baby. He placed the sheet right by the part where the skin ends and the knife comes out and he slowly but steadily took out the knife, moving the sheet more and more onto the cut, knowing that if he didn't do that the baby would die almost immediately. After it was all the way out he quickly covered the rest up with the cotton, and held his hand on the spot as he reached for the bandages to hold the cotton on for him. After he's finally able to grab the peach colored itchy bandages from his desk with the computer, he wraps it around the baby's small delicate head making sure the baby is fit snug in the little head cast he made for him. As they walked out to do registration, the doctor and the lady were chatting with each other to pass the time, and to make it a little less awkward because no one wants that.

"So, are you this little guy's mom?" The doctor assumes rubbing, the sleeping baby's head, giving him one of those little smiles that doesn't take much effort, yet can shine brighter than the sun; one of those classic doctor smiles that she thought was the best kind, but now was not the time for her to fall in love with a random doctor like usual.

"No, I was driving by a car and all of the sudden they just started swerving over to my side of the road. It was crazy, because I couldn't see anything that would scare her so much that she would do that. Right before it happened, I saw her face and she looked like she had just seen the paranormal, it was really weird." She was talking 40 miles an hour as she was rambling to the doctor about the insane thing that she had witnessed, but quickly stopped herself when she realized if she talked any faster, the poor doctor's head would probably start spinning. She gave him a quiet chuckle and looked down to the ground in utter embarrassment, hiding her tomato red cheeks from the smirking doctor as he looked down at the smaller woman from the corner of his eyes. She looked into the long, rectangular, windows in the white, big doors looking out into the hall. Taking a closer look, she could see another big room with empty beds, and dull lights, shining through the light blue curtains. There were little bedside tables next to the beds and they had nothing on them except for one with a picture frame on it and it had this paper inside of it that seemed like a note a couple of kids would be passing around in class. Are You Scared? Was written into the paper on the only table where there was no shining light above it. She blinked a couple of times and refocused her eyes into the room, now shined on, with the brightness of the big, beautiful sun. It was gone? What happened? Should I be scared? What is this trying to tell me? After a while she finally kicked her anxiety out and shrugged it off, but still had those worrisome thoughts in the back of her head. She got rid of them after a bit of time though, and completely forgot about what happened Sunday, March 4th, 1973.