Terrible lies

“Daddy!”, I called as I backed away from the lifeless body.

“Daddy!”, I called again panic rising in my chest as time trickled away. The woods seemed to close in around me. I tried to scream again, but no words could leave my mouth. I noticed the murder weapon lying a few inches away from the child's body. Me and my dad lived on a farm in Texas America. These woods lay just a few miles away from our farm. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and waited for my daddy to rescue me.

I woke up inside my daddy’s arms, inside a cold bright room. A man in a suit sat in front of us hurriedly writing something on a clipboard. “Honey are you awake?”, Daddy asked Pushing a stray strand of platinum blonde hair out of my eyes. I nodded wearily.

“Where am I?”, I asked.

“The police station sweetie. They have some questions about what you saw in the woods.”, I nodded again then grabbed my daddy’s hand and squeezed it tightly. I had been to a police station before. My mum had died. They said it was a homicide. My dad told me that meant someone had sent her to heaven. He said that person was going to get what they deserved. He didn’t tell me who.

“Young lady can you tell me what you saw?”, the man in a suit asked politely. “I don’t really remember. We were playing hide and seek then then …”, I burst into tears and hid my face in my dad’s chest.

“I think we’ve had enough for one night.”

“Of course have a good night sir.”, daddy said good night to the man before carrying a sobbing me out of the police station and into the car. He buckled me up like normal. He got into the driver’s seat like normal. But nothing was normal. I fell asleep just as quickly as the man had died.

“What do you want to do for your birthday Connie?”, dad asked the next morning trying to mask the worry in his eyes. “Unicorns and penguins!”, I squealed smiling big and wide for his benefit. We were sitting at the kitchen table eating a breakfast of pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Honey is there anything you aren’t telling the police?”, he asked sheepishly.

“No is there anything you aren’t telling the police daddy?”,

“No!”

“Ok. Good. Can I have a bouncy castle for my birthday party?”, I asked smiling sweetly.

“Sure thing Connie.”, dad said getting to his feet and taking his plate to the sink. I watched as daddy cleared the table and we made conversation about my birthday. He kept talking about how seven was a good age and he smiled constantly except they never reached his eyes.

“Can I have a penguin?”, I asked it seemed to catch him off guard silence settled in the air before he burst into uncontrollable laughter in the middle of the kitchen. I watched bewildered as he fell to the floor, laughing harder and harder.

“Is that a no?”, the question only made him laugh harder.

“ I can’t buy you a penguin sweet, unless it was a stuffed one. You really are the funniest little girl. Aren’t you?”, daddy remarked walking over to me and kissing me on the forehead.

“I love you,”. He whispered the words into my hair. “Go get dressed okay?” I smiled at him and walked away to go get dressed.

A perfect blue lace dress, bright red shoes and a red bow in my hair to match. I smiled at my perfect reflection in the mirror. My room was filled with sunflowers and sea shells my mum loved them so much and so I decided to love them as well. I also made sure to include penguins and unicorns for my own personal benefit. I walked into the kitchen to find my daddy

sitting in a chair holding the gun that killed the child…

“Daddy no!”, I screamed pulling my hands out in front of my face. “This is your gun. You’re not Connie and you killed that boy.”, Mr Smith said a horrified look covering his face. I brought my hands down and began to clap slowly.

“ Good job Mr Smith. You finally worked it out. But you don’t have the full picture. See I’m 16 and a serial killer how lovely.”, I cackled viciously walking closer to the man just to make his heart race. “I had cancer at 4. It was brain cancer in the pituitary gland so I’m stuck in a four year olds body for ever. I was really mad so when I was discharged from the hospital I killed my parents. I decided if I was going to look this way I would at least have some fun with it is that so wrong?” I feel back into a chair next to him.

“Yes, it’s illegal actually also you killed your parents at four?”

“Sometimes the law isn’t very understanding. Hey you interrupted me remember what happened to those who misjudged me.”, I ran a finger along my neck to emphasise my point.

“Anyway what was I saying? Right I started moving along the country just me my gun and a very innocent face. I killed kids then moved into the parents houses. The body’s would show up and I would disappear. The parents felt great pain and I loved it! It’s been 12 years now how wonderful!”,

“My little Connie’s dead like my Margaret and it’s all your fault. I should’ve known it was weird how all of a sudden she started to like the woods and oh there were so many signs and I didn’t see any of them. I’m such a bad father,”. He cried dropping the gun as he did so.

“I’m not arguing all of the kids I killed had bad parents,”. I stood up as I spoke then started to bend down carefully to retrieve my gun.

“You know I didn’t kill the boy in the woods, but my gun was still at the crime scene. I think you killed the boy in the woods I don’t know why but motive doesn’t really matter. Except I want to know because I told you why I kill everyone and I’m a psychopath so my logic makes no sense to you. If you weren’t involved you might laugh and I wanna laugh today. So either you can join your daughter now or you got a few more minutes and I’ll kill you in a bit.” His head rose his eyes were red and splotchy he looked dreadful