Tok. Every day, children would come to my house and knock on my door. Tok, Tok. Then they would run and laugh when they saw my arm.
And like all the days, I was going to open the door. Tok, Tok, Tok. I thought it was the mailman or someone else.
But today I got tired of it, very tired, tired and tired. Tok, Tok, Tok. I opened the door and yelled at them. Tok. I grabbed one of the kids and dragged him into my house, my house. I knew the others would follow to save him.
I took them to my cellar and then I locked them up. They were screaming and knocking at the door. Tok, Tok, Tok and Tok. Over and over, Tok, Tok, Tok. All the time.
I could still hear them complaining. I was tired. Tok, Tok, all night long Tok. I didn’t close my eyes at night. Tok, Tok. I had to punish them like any other adult. I thought about it all night. And—
PLEASE ! Tok, Tok ! let us out! we’re sorry !
Okay... look, we’re gonna take you somewhere quiet, sir. They won’t bother you anymore.
—I found the right punishment. I went back to them. Tok. I gave them the correction they deserved, they stopped their noise, forever. At night, they disobey and keep knocking at the door. Tok, Tok. Their voice still resonates in my head.
*Whispers* John, tells the doctor there is a new patient. And calls the chief, tells him that the mutilated children’s case is solved.
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