[blak_Roses]: 554.Short and Long Stories

It was early in the morning and Ian awoke slowly. He was stretching the muscles in his legs and arms. Getting up very disdainfully, he ran downstairs to get breakfast. Usually, he sat there until his mom came, but this time, she didn't. "Mom!" He yelled after waiting for several minutes. "Urrg..." He heard somebody groan painfully. Instead of going upstairs and saying, "What's the matter?", he quickly ran into their 5 foot fireplace. It had been cleaned out for summer, so now it looked hollow and empty. He sat inside playing his Gameboy and figured everything would be okay and his mom would come out and get him soon. 

It had to have been at least 10 hours, because his Gameboy ran out of batteries, and he was very tired. Suddenly, the noises upstairs stopped, and Ian's ears tensed, awaiting the next noise to come. Tiptoeing, he climbed up the stairs where he saw his father dressed in a suit with blood over his hands. 
"Murriel, how many times do I tell you? And you don't listen??"

"I know," said Ian's mom, "But I can't help myself, I know I shouldn't..."

"Well, you know what happens to bad housewives?"

Ian could not help himself from crying. 

"Son?" Yelled his father, "Is Mommy scaring you?"

Ian climbed up the stairs, and focused his eyes on his father. The whole room went in an uproar and the wind grew unsteady. Ian's mom ran out the door of their bedroom and said but two words, "Ian no." She said these words in a whisper. He still made the rooms circle and his father was high in the ceiling. Ian's tears ran as blood, and then he stopped. Even though he stopped, the room did not go back to place, "STOP! STOP! STOP IT! STOP IT!!" By the time he stopped it, it was too late.  His father was dead.