Spring horror

The flowers were blooming, the animals were waking up from hibernation, the bees were working, it was spring, filled with colours.

In Thomas’s horror all the terrifying memories came back from his past. “Thomas please not again please open the door, please come out” shouted Cindy, ” Don’t you get tired of saying the same thing over and over again, my answer won’t change, I will not go out, I hate spring!” Answered Thomas angrily.

Thomas is 19 years old and hates spring, every spring he locks himself in a dark room, hiding from his past. “At least let me in Thomas please,” begged Cindy. At last Thomas opened the door for Cindy.

“Thomas, I think you should tell me what happened to you,” Cindy said, her voice soft and gentle. “What is the reason behind this madness? Why do you lock yourself away every spring?”

Thomas hesitated, his eyes clouding over. “It’s just…it’s too much,” he muttered. “The colors, the sounds, the smells…it all brings back memories I’d rather forget.”

Cindy’s expression was curious, but also concerned. “What memories, Thomas? What happened to you?”

Thomas took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging. “It’s just…something from my past. Something that makes spring a nightmare for me.”

Cindy reached out, her hand touching Thomas’s arm. “Please, Thomas. Tell me. Maybe I can help.”

Thomas’s eyes welled up with tears as he recounted the traumatic event. “When I was 6, my parents took me to a park to celebrate spring. We settled under a big, beautiful tree. Dad was going to propose to Mom, but he forgot the flowers.

We looked around and saw a bunch of flowers, and I went to pick them. But as I was picking them, I heard a loud noise. It was a stampede! My parents called to me, and Dad came and grabbed me. We started running, but there was no escape. He tossed me into a tree, and I saw people running around, screaming. I started screaming too, but no one seemed to care. When the stampede was over, my parents were lying there, dead. Blood everywhere, unrecognizable.

A security guard came for me and took me to an orphanage. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to my parents. That day, I realized I hate spring.”

Cindy’s eyes were wide with shock and horror. She couldn’t believe what Thomas had just shared. “Oh, Thomas, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling. “That’s unimaginable. No wonder you hate spring.”

Cindy had an idea. “Thomas, I think we should go to your parents’ house and pay our respects.” Thomas hesitated, but Cindy convinced him it would be a good idea.

When they arrived, a kind woman welcomed them and introduced herself as Mrs. Sophia, a family friend. She led them to a cozy living room, where another woman was sitting on the couch , who strangely looked familiar

As they sat down on the creaky couch, Thomas’s eyes locked onto a figure shrouded in shadows. A woman in a wheelchair, her face obscured by a veil of sorrow, seemed to be waiting for him.

“You…you remind me of my son,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice gentle.

The woman’s gaze seemed to bore into his soul. “You have the same eyes, the same smile. It’s as if I’m looking at my own child.”

Thomas’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “But my parents are dead. They died in a stampede when I was a child.”

The woman’s expression changed, her eyes widening in shock. “No, that’s not possible,” she whispered. “That’s the same story I’ve been telling myself for years. My son was killed in a stampede, and I’ve always thought you were dead.”

Thomas’s mind reeled as the woman’s words hung in the air. Could it be? Was it possible that this woman was his mother?

The woman’s eyes locked onto his, and Thomas saw a glimmer of recognition. “Oh my…you’re my son,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Thomas’s heart raced as the truth dawned on him. He had found his mother, and she had been thinking he was dead all this time.

Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears as she gazed at Thomas. “Fourteen years ago, I was in a coma, Thomas. I slept for twelve months, unaware of what was happening around me.”

Thomas’s eyes widened in shock. “What happened?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Elizabeth’s voice cracked as she spoke. “When I woke up, I was told that you and your father had died in the stampede. I was devastated. I couldn’t bear the thought of living without my husband and son.”

Thomas’s heart went out to his mother as he saw the pain in her eyes.

“But I survived,” Thomas said, his voice filled with emotion. “My father…he tossed me into a tree. I was unconscious, but alive. A security guard found me and took me to an orphanage.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh, Thomas! I had no idea!”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah, Mom. That’s what happened. And that’s where I met Cindy.”

Elizabeth’s face contorted in pain. “I’m so sorry, Thomas. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

Thomas’s heart went out to his mother as he saw the regret in her eyes. He knew that she had been searching for him all these years, and he was grateful to have finally found her.

Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “Thomas, your father was a scientist who unlocked the secrets of spring. He discovered the hidden patterns of renewal and growth that make life on Earth possible.”

Thomas’s curiosity blossomed like a flower in spring. “What secrets?” he asked, his voice full of wonder.

Elizabeth’s voice danced with excitement. “He found a way to harness the power of spring, to use it to heal the world. He believed that spring was a time of hope and new beginnings, and he wanted to share that with everyone.”

Thomas’s heart swelled with pride. “That sounds amazing,” he said, his voice full of awe.

Elizabeth’s face glowed with a warm light. “But there were those who didn’t want your father to share his secrets. Dr. Vortex, a rival scientist, wanted to use the power of spring for his own gain. He was willing to do whatever it took to get it.”

Thomas’s determination grew like a sprout in spring. “We have to stop him,” he said, his voice firm.

Elizabeth’s eyes shone like the sun in spring. “We will, Thomas. We will make sure that your father’s secrets are used to bring life and hope to the world. And we will bring Dr. Vortex to justice.”

As they spoke, the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the warm breeze of spring seemed to carry their words away, spreading hope and new beginnings to all who would listen.