Letter from a Grateful Psychopath : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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Dear Dad,

You never liked me anyway, didn’t you?

Don’t deny it. I saw it since we first met. I was ten at the time. My real dad had run away like a coward with his tail between his legs. He didn’t want anything to do with me any more.

When you came, I was overjoyed. I thought I could finally have a loving family. Like everybody else in my life.

I couldn’t be more wrong.

You always looked at me in disgust, like I was something on your shoe that you wanted to throw away. You took every opportunity to humiliate and dehumanize me, from making me walk naked out in the streets to selling my most prized possessions so you can buy beer. Then when you came home drunk you always used me as a punching bag.

Then to make matters even worse, you turned my mother against me. We were a team, my mother and I. Until you came along.

You lured her over with compliments and presents. You twisted my words to make it your truth. Warned her about me. She fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. She started punishing me for the most minor of things. Started kicking me out of the house more often for no reason. I wandered around the streets, cold and hungry. Stared into the windows at families laughing in front of the fireplace and sharing a meal.

Well ‘Dad’, when you kick a dog, the dog always bites back.

Who did you think really killed the ‘love of your life’?

It was so easy. All I did was to wait until you were drunk and Mom was asleep. It was even easier to put the knife in your hand and smear her blood on your palms. To scream for help to the police.

Both of us know what happened next. We both read the reports. I was there in the courtroom when they delivered the verdict. I saw your tears fall. I saw the panic on your face. I saw you beg for your life, your innocence.

I did not have an ounce of sympathy for you.

Evidence was stacked against you anyway. I am delighted to see you rot in jail.

In fact, you inspired me to continue. With you out of the way, I am free to do what I’ve always hungered to do. I always do pairs. Husband and wife. Mom and dad. Kill one and frame the other. My personal favourite is when I stuffed her entire life savings and jewellery down his throat. She was caught, eventually. I wasn’t.

But this isn’t about my glamorous life now. This is about you.

You made me the way I am now. Every day I suffered. But I came out stronger.

Thank you.

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