My name is Max. I am the child of a wealthy family living in London. One day, while I was happily playing my favorite game on the computer, my mother and father came in with sadness. When I asked what happened, they said my brother had a traffic accident and died. At that moment I couldn’t hold back my tears and started crying. My mother said my brother’s funeral was tomorrow, but I said I didn’t want to come.
The next day, when my parents returned from my brother’s funeral, I went downstairs and noticed a very disturbing smell coming from the basement. Was it moisture or something else? When I decided to go downstairs, I saw that the basement door was closed and locked. When I went upstairs and got the key, I met my mother and she asked me what I was doing. I told him that there was a flu smell coming from the basement and that I would take the key and look. My mother said she would handle this, and I nodded. I felt something strange here. The next day, I decided to go down to the basement again and as soon as I got the key, I headed towards the basement stairs. When I went downstairs, I noticed that the smell had increased. It smelled like something rotten. When I opened the basement door, I couldn’t help but notice the fear, sadness, and confusion that filled me. My eyes were starting to darken. I suddenly threw myself on the ground. I still can’t get over the shock of the incident. This smell was not caused by moisture. There was a body in the warehouse. My brother’s body… should I tell my mother or father about this, or should I find out for myself? It’s best to pretend you don’t know for now. I locked the basement without making a sound and ran out as soon as possible. It was impossible not to faint from this smell. I thought of looking at the camera records of the house and immediately went to get the computer inside. When I opened the camera records, I saw my mother with a man. This man was very familiar. This man was our next door neighbor! What was he doing in our house with my mother? I watched the camera recording for about fifteen minutes, then when I fast forwarded a little, I saw my brother too. This was the camera recording of the events that took place on the morning of my brother’s death. When my brother saw my mother and the neighbor, he got very angry and threw the things on the ground, then my mother suddenly grabbed my brother by the throat. He was strangling my brother. He was strangling his own child. My brother fainted last. The neighbor and my mother took my brother down to the basement and cleaned up the broken glass inside. So my brother did not die in a traffic accident. My mother killed my brother.
My perspective on my mother has changed a lot. I knew my mother killed my brother, but I couldn’t tell my father about it. This would remain a family secret. Now I was among those who knew this. My neighbor, my mother and I were the only ones who knew this secret.