Secrets - a Confidential Story

What are you hiding? We all have a little secret we keep from the world. Do you want to know my secret? When we hide our secrets, they turn our souls into ashes. Ashes are what monsters are made of. It was a chilly day, in late October. I was just walking down main street, returning home from school. I walked past a few houses, and realized, that when I came to 120 Main Street, an old woman, was sitting out on her front yard. I kept on walking past her, but she would not take her eyes off me. “Good evening, ma’am” I kindly said to her. She did not reply. Finally, I was home. I opened the front door of my house, and when I entered, there were my parents sitting on the sofa. I walked in the living room, while they just sat there and stared at me. “Come in, Michael”, they said to me. I was confused. Was something wrong? Did someone die? No. “Have a seat”, my mother said. My father, just sat there, looking at me as if I had committed murder. “Is everything okay?” I asked. And surely, as I had a seat, a police officer entered the room, and has a seat in front of the three of us. “Michael, do you know a child at school by the name of Simon?”, the Officer asked. “Maybe, why?”, I said. He just stared at me. “Well, there was a murder at school, and a boy named Simon was the victim.” I was horrified. I knew what was happening. “What? You think I had something to do with this?” I asked confusedly. There was silence. Of course they thought I did it. I got up off the chair, and headed for the door. My parents started after me, but the officer stopped them. Of course I knew who Simon was. He was my best friend. Why would they think I would kill my best friend? When I left the house, tears were flowing from my eyes. I was scared, and I was shocked. Who would want to kill Simon. He is a great kid, smart, nice, and jolly. I started walking back down main street, and as I passed by house number 120, the old lady continued to stare at me. I just kept on walking, and as I did, her eyes continued to follow. Up ahead, was a Halloween store. Halloween was my favorite holiday. I could not resist it. The police were on my case, my parents were after me, what would you expect me to do, go to a lake, and kill myself. No. I am innocent. When I entered the store, an old man greeted me. He looked as if he were dead, but resurrected from the grave. It was weird, but what do I care? “May I help you ?” the old man said. “Nah, just chillin”, I said to him. He looked at me, smiled, and walked away.