A quiet death

It was a nice morning, I was looking out side the window at my son. He was playing with his favorite toy, a teddy bear. I was very sad because he was autistic and I didn't know what to do, because i wanted to play with him but i can't.

The next morning we were taking breakfast, when suddenly he started to shout and to get crazy. I was scared, so I started to cry. I look for the phone desperatly and i called a speciallist in autistic kids.

After a few minutes of crazyness he appeared and he went with him to his bedroom and he talked to him. Later of some talk I heard some screams, I run to the bedroom and I saw the specialistic death... I didn't see my son so I was scared, and i started looking for him. Then he jumped out of the closet and killed me.

Now I am a gost and i will kill him...

By: David Feler, Victoria Molina and Sofia Garcia Caro