THE HILL. A paranormal Murder Mystery Thriller. (Book One) by Andrew M Stafford

Author:Andrew M Stafford
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, murder, mystery, detective, ghost paranormal suspense

Chapter thirty eight

Maria’s home

Christopher’s first birthday

7.05pm

Monday 6th September 2010

“Little man you’ve had a busy day” sang Maria as she tucked her son in for the night.

It had been a busy day for Christopher. Maria made sure that his first birthday would be one that she would remember, even if Christopher didn’t. She had arranged a little party. Samreen and Claire were there along with a group of mums and their babies she had made friends with at Joe Jingles. Maria’s small flat had been trashed. There was cake and crisps trodden into the carpet, juice had been spilt over the furniture, and the kitchen bin stank of soiled nappies. All in all it had been a great day and she had loved every minute of it.

He had so many birthday presents there was not enough room for them all. Maria could see a visit to the charity shop looming up as there was no way he could play with all the things he had been given.

She kissed him on the head as he slept soundly.

Returning to the lounge she started to clear away wrapping paper, cardboard boxes and the remains of burst balloons.

It had been an excellent year and he was growing so well. He’d learnt to walk while holding her hand. She would let go of him and watch him attempt to balance, only to fall with a soft thud. His speech was improving. He still said “Meee”, but was also saying mummy and Nana. He was trying to grasp some other words which Maria couldn’t work out.

By half past nine she was done in and was craving a glass of wine. Five minutes later she was relaxing on her sofa, nursing a large glass of Sauvignon Blanc and watching Bridget Jones's Diary for the umpteenth time.

She was fifteen minutes into the film when she heard “Ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh.” Maria put down her wine, paused the DVD and turned the volume up on the baby monitor. “Ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh.” Oh no, he’s at it again, she thought. She waited for a moment and hoped he would stop. He didn’t and she could hear his head banging against the pillow.

Maria opened his bedroom door and waited for her eyes to become accustomed to the orange glow of the nightlight which illuminated his room. She watched as he lay face down banging his head as regular as clockwork up and down on his pillow. He would stop for a few seconds and then start rocking from side to side still chanting his strange mantra “ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh.” She picked him up and held him with his head against her shoulder. He continued to rock backward and forward and chant into her ear. “Ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh ughh.” She rocked him, but he wouldn’t stop, so she began to gently shake him but he carried on. He was in a deep sleep from which she couldn’t wake him.

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