Obsession

9/12/85

Obsession

There is was again. As soon as my concentration lapsed that same picture formed in my mind. The picture of the House, our House blowing up. I had to do something, and fast!.

            I did not know how to explain because our dad had some friends in and I would have to explain how I found out and besides kno no one would belive me.

            So I shouted my dad to come upstairs and told him he just said “Don’t be daft” and whent back down stairs. I cleared my mind once more and his thoughts came into my mind. This Time He was came over to our house and put something in our window and ran. So I ran down our stairs and told my mam dad and sister and visitors to run out the house and the house about 20secs or our leaving the House blew up.

Who could be thinking such thoughts? Who could be so obsessed with this image. I saw the way he walked, moved and from a distance so I called him Fox. He looked so innocent and normal but I bet he was probably mad.