The Wicked Child

It was a stormy and dark night. Joe was driving his car on a deserted road in the countryside.

He was trying to get back home after a long day of work in the city.

He was tired and troubled after a tough day. He wished he was with his wife and little son, who were waiting for him at home.

Suddenly, his car stopped without any clear reason. He heard a disturbing noise from the engine. Joe tried to restart the engine but failed.

He looked at the fuel gauge and saw that it was empty. He didn't understand how that happened, as he had filled the fuel tank before leaving the city. He felt anxious and scared.

He was in the middle of nowhere, with no cars or buildings in sight.

He looked at his phone but found no signal. His phone was his only way to contact the outside world. He tried to search for a network but found nothing. He felt despair and loneliness.

He was stuck here, and no one knew his whereabouts. He wondered what would happen to his wife and son if he didn't return home. He wondered what would happen to him if he stayed here all night.

Joe decided to get out of the car and look for help. Maybe there was a nearby house or farm. Maybe there was someone who could help him.

He took his phone, keys, and flashlight. He got out of the car, and closed the door behind him. He felt cold and damp. The wind was blowing strongly, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.

The lightning illuminated the darkness, and the thunder shook the ground. The rain was pouring heavily, soaking his clothes and hair.

Joe started walking along the roadside, holding his flashlight. He hoped to find a sign or signal pointing him in the right direction.

But all he saw were trees, fields, and hills. There was no light or movement in the distance. He felt loneliness and fear. He felt like he was in another world, far away from everything.

Joe walked for half an hour, without finding anything. He felt tired, hungry, and thirsty. He thought about going back to his car, and waiting until morning.

Maybe someone would pass by the road and help him. But at that moment, he saw something in the distance. Something big and dark, emerging among the trees. Something resembling a house.

Joe felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this house was inhabited. Maybe there was someone who could help him.

He decided to go to it, hoping to find someone there. He increased his pace, ignoring the fatigue and cold. But as he approached the house, he felt something else. Something inexplicable. Something terrifying.

The house was old and abandoned. Its windows were broken, and its doors were cracked. Its walls were peeling, and its roof was riddled. Its garden was filled with weeds and debris.

There was something wrong with this house. Something frightening and disgusting. Something wicked.

Joe stopped in front of the front door. He hesitated to enter. He felt that he shouldn't be here. He felt that this house didn't belong to him.

He felt that there was something waiting for him inside it. Something he didn't want to see. But he had no other choice. He needed help. He needed to contact his wife and son. He needed to get out of here.

Joe gently pushed the door and heard the wood crackling. He entered the house, and called out, "Is anyone there?" He didn't hear any response. He felt a shiver of horror.

The house was dark and dilapidated. He saw traces of blood on the floor and walls. He also saw upside-down pictures of a happy family. Ahmed wondered what happened here. Who were these people? Where are they now?

Joe continued walking, searching for a landline or a mobile phone or anything else he could use. But instead, he found something more terrifying.

In the living room, he saw the body of a headless woman lying on the couch. Her eyes were open, as if she were looking at him.

And on the table, he saw her head with a wicked smile on its face. And beside her, he saw a dead man with a knife stuck in his chest. And in his hand, he held a piece of paper written on it: "I'm sorry. I did it for you."

Joe screamed in terror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He tried to escape from the house, but found the door locked. He tried to break it but failed.

He felt like someone was watching him. He looked around and saw a little boy standing in the corner. He was wearing clothes stained with blood. He was holding a torn doll. He looked at Ahmed with empty eyes, and said in a whisper, "Welcome to hell."

Joe felt horrified. He didn't know who this child was, or what he wanted from him. He tried to talk to him, and said, "Who are you? What do you want from me?" But the child didn't respond.

Instead, he started laughing with a creepy voice. Then he threw the doll on the ground and took out a knife from his pocket. And he began to approach Joe with slow steps.

Joe felt terrified. He had no weapon or any place to escape. He was trapped in this cursed house, with this mad child.

He knew he wouldn't get out of here alive. He knew he wouldn't see his wife and son again. He knew he wouldn't survive this nightmare. Just before the child reached him, he heard another sound. A familiar and comforting sound. His wife's voice.

"Joe? Joe? Where are you?" He heard her voice coming from his phone. He looked at his phone and saw it ringing. His wife was calling him. She was worried about him.

She was waiting for him. Ahmed felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a chance to survive. Maybe he could call her and ask for help. Maybe he could get out of here.

Joe tried to reach his phone, but it was far from him. It was on the ground, next to the couch. He had to pass the bodies and the child to reach it.

He had to risk his life. But he was ready for it. He was ready to do anything to return to his family. He was ready to fight.

Joe jumped on the couch and tried to pass the child. But the child was faster than him. He stabbed him in the leg with the knife and knocked him to the ground. Ahmed screamed in pain.

He felt blood flowing from his wound. He felt weak and dizzy. He couldn't move. The child was on top of him, raising the knife again. He was about to stab him in the heart.

"Joe? Joe? What's happening? Are you okay? Joe? Joe? Answer me!" He heard his wife's voice crying from the phone.

He couldn't answer her. He was dead.