Gambling debts, stupid gambling debts! I don't understand how some people can spend so much of their energy and time on speculating or physically involving in any game of chance! The probability of getting a win is too small for me to even give it a try. Mrs Green was mumbling to herself. How could she get over the frustrations quick enough, so that Mr Green did not have to question her about her mumbling and muttering in her sleep.
Mr Potter was her half brother and not only that, he was a pain in the neck for Mrs Green these past five years when he had shifted into the neighbourhood. He was recently divorced and had such a great amount of gambling debts that his wife left him with his sole daughter aged five. When Mrs Green refused to help him, he would threatened her with her well kept secret. Mrs Green would die if he had told the world about her connection with Mrs Pinkie and everybody would know about her fakeness. That fateful afternoon Mr Potter had come to her house by the back door, after he had seen Little Boy leaving the house and Mrs Pinkie was being very quiet, presumably having her afternoon nap, a well known habit to all those who knew her. He had come again to ask for financial help. Mrs Green had lost her temper because the problem seemed unceasing. Mrs Green had long wanted to go on a holiday but the debts never got paid up , instead they kept mounting. When will she ever going to have money for herself?
Refusing to hear her brother's pleas, she shoved him out of the door.
He refused to budge and on seeing the chopper knife on the floor at the side of Mrs Pinkie's back door which was just next to hers, she bent down to pick it up and waved it at him. She had time to wonder why the knife was there, and a quick thought told her that it must be Little Boy who often left things lying around after using them. Mr Potter was not frightened at the warning or the knife directed at him and as he tried to walk towards the back door again when he was outside, he tripped over the cat as it tried to rub its body on his leg.
Things happened too fast and the next moment saw Mr Potter holding the knife which had found its way into his raw flesh. Blood was all over his shirt and bulging stomach and Mrs Green's face went white with fright. Mr Potter staggered and ran off towards his house a few yards away. Back in his mind, he knew he could not die leaving his half sister in shame. His mind was still in control although he was getting weak by the huge amount of blood that was slowly wetting his hands and clothes. He struggled to open the door of his house. He could not see the key hole now but he managed to open it. He could not stand on his feet anymore. Suddenly it was a blackout and he fell on the floor with a thud. He could still hear noises around him but they were getting fainter.
Mrs Green got to her senses. She must get the mess cleaned up. She mopped clean of the blood and before she could check around , Mr Green was already at the front door. What's wrong with you? Mr Green asked. Have you just seen a ghost?
What ghost? I am feeling nausea, that's all.
Mr Potter was her half brother and not only that, he was a pain in the neck for Mrs Green these past five years when he had shifted into the neighbourhood. He was recently divorced and had such a great amount of gambling debts that his wife left him with his sole daughter aged five. When Mrs Green refused to help him, he would threatened her with her well kept secret. Mrs Green would die if he had told the world about her connection with Mrs Pinkie and everybody would know about her fakeness. That fateful afternoon Mr Potter had come to her house by the back door, after he had seen Little Boy leaving the house and Mrs Pinkie was being very quiet, presumably having her afternoon nap, a well known habit to all those who knew her. He had come again to ask for financial help. Mrs Green had lost her temper because the problem seemed unceasing. Mrs Green had long wanted to go on a holiday but the debts never got paid up , instead they kept mounting. When will she ever going to have money for herself?
Refusing to hear her brother's pleas, she shoved him out of the door.
He refused to budge and on seeing the chopper knife on the floor at the side of Mrs Pinkie's back door which was just next to hers, she bent down to pick it up and waved it at him. She had time to wonder why the knife was there, and a quick thought told her that it must be Little Boy who often left things lying around after using them. Mr Potter was not frightened at the warning or the knife directed at him and as he tried to walk towards the back door again when he was outside, he tripped over the cat as it tried to rub its body on his leg.
Things happened too fast and the next moment saw Mr Potter holding the knife which had found its way into his raw flesh. Blood was all over his shirt and bulging stomach and Mrs Green's face went white with fright. Mr Potter staggered and ran off towards his house a few yards away. Back in his mind, he knew he could not die leaving his half sister in shame. His mind was still in control although he was getting weak by the huge amount of blood that was slowly wetting his hands and clothes. He struggled to open the door of his house. He could not see the key hole now but he managed to open it. He could not stand on his feet anymore. Suddenly it was a blackout and he fell on the floor with a thud. He could still hear noises around him but they were getting fainter.
Mrs Green got to her senses. She must get the mess cleaned up. She mopped clean of the blood and before she could check around , Mr Green was already at the front door. What's wrong with you? Mr Green asked. Have you just seen a ghost?
What ghost? I am feeling nausea, that's all.
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