DISCLAIMER: This story is not entirely my own. It is very much based on Edgar Allen Poe’s “A Tell Tale Heart.” This story serves as an modernization of that story.
I had a daughter once. She had flowing blond hair, at least she did. Yet, you tell me I have no daughter. You tell me I’m insane? I had a daughter, in fact I will tell you all about her.
I had a home in Doylestown, a old home. In my house was my daughter and I. I was left with her after her mother died. I never really liked her. As she got older, she spent more and more time with her mom’s family. Until, she spent the month at my house during a snowy January. I used to watch her go to sleep everyday, instead she never really went to bed. Instead all she did was respond to her phones constant chimes. Oh, all through the night, chime, chime, chime. How long could it chime. Every time I broke that damn phone it would keep chiming. Chime, chime, chime. All day, all night. I had to get rid of it. But, even after I would destroy the phone, her real family would replace it for her. Chime, chime, chime.
Finally, I had enough. I watched her go to sleep, through a crack in the door. I watched her slowly drift off, phone still in hand. Chime, chime, chime. Finally, I heard it stop. That was my chance. I opened the door, softly closed it. And entered my daughters room. The only color visible was black, which is why I accidently kick a chair. The noise awoke my beautiful daughter. “Dad?” she whispered. “Dad?” is that you. Fear rose through her body. She knew I was there, and she knew why. Then, the chiming. Chime, chime, chime. I couldn’t take it, the constant noise. Chime, chime, chime. It began more rapidly, Chime, chime, chime, chime, chime, chime. “STOP” I cried, just stop. I sobbed, and I sobbed in the corner of her room. “Please stop…” I turned around, and noticed her window, draped in blinds. I stoop up and drew the blinds back, exposing the snow covered street. As I opened the window, my daughter grew more curious of me. “Dad? What are you doing?” She said from her bed covers. “TURN OFF THAT BLASTED PHONE” I screamed. Those were the last words I ever said to her. I put my foot on the window seal, and I jumped. I felt no fear, but why I did feel, was the chime. Chime, chime, chime. Chime, chime, chime. CHIME, CHIME, CHIME.
well written indeed