Dying Child

A Dying Child is a spooky tale written by a user named iwasdeadbeforeidied13. It is the story of an alcoholic father and his terminally ill son.

Dying Child

There was a middle-aged man named Peter who was an alcoholic. He had a wife and a young son named Georgie. The man loved to drink and was hardly ever sober. After years of abuse, his wife couldn’t take it anymore and she finally left him and their young son behind, to start a new life for herself.

The man never cared much for his son and considered the boy a nuisance. He couldn’t be bothered taking care of the boy and left him to fend for himself. He never spent a penny on his son’s upkeep, and instead wasted all his money on liquor and booze.

Then one day the boy grew seriously ill. Peter was tired of hearing his son moaning and writhing in agony, so he took him to the hospital. The doctors took some x-rays and came back with grave looks on their faces. They told him the boy had a cancerous tumour on his brain. They said he was terminally ill and only had a few months to live.

Far from being upset at this terrible news, Peter was relieved. The boy had always been a burden on him, he felt. Soon the boy would be out of his life forever.

He took the boy home and sent him straight to bed. Later that night, the man heard laughter coming from the boy’s room.

“Georgie! I thought I told you to go to sleep!’ the man shouted angrily.

“It’s not me, it’s Isabelle,” Georgie called back.

The man swore under his breath then ran up the stairs and burst into Georgie’s room. His son was sitting on the bed in his pyjamas, legs crossed and a bright smile on his face.

“Stop playing around and go to sleep!” he ordered.

“I couldn’t sleep. So Isabelle was telling me a story.’

The man grabbed the boy angrily and pulled him off the bed. Then, he took off one of his shoes and started beating the boy around the head with it.

“Don’t lie to me again!” he screamed.

With that, he left.

Later that same night, as he was going to bed, he thought he heard a voice whispering softly.

It sounded like a little girl saying, “Never do that to a dying child…”

The man froze for a few seconds then shook his head. Probably just the wind, he thought and went straight to sleep.

A month later, the man came home late from the pub. He heard Georgie’s voice coming from upstairs.

“Be quiet, Isabelle you’ll get me in trouble,” said the boy.

Angry, his father stormed upstairs and threw open the bedroom door.

“I told you to cut this imaginary friend nonsense!” he bellowed.

“It’s not nonsense. She’s real!” Georgie replied fearfully.

“Well, where is she then?” the man sneered.

“You can’t see her because you’re not dying,” said the boy.

The father lost his temper and dragged his son to the cupboard under the stairs and locked him inside.

Later that night, he once again heard a little girl’s voice whispering, “Never do that to a dying child.”

Even after being locked in the cupboard for days, Georgie carried on talking to the imaginary Isabelle. Every time his father caught him, he would punish him severely and every time he did, he would hear the girl’s voice whispering, “Never do that to a dying child.”

Eventually, the man grew fed up with his son and called the psychiatrists at the local mental hospital.

“Hello, Brookhaven Mental Asylum. How can I help you?” said a soft, drawling voice on the other end of the line.

“It’s my son. He keeps talking to an imaginary girl,” explained the man.

“Children do sometimes imagine things,” replied the psychiatrist.

“Maybe that’s true, but that’s not the point. My son is clearly insane. He’s 12 and he should have grown out of imaginary friends already. The boy is delusional and he insists this imaginary friend is real. I want to have my son committed.”

“Well, in that case, you are his guardian and you have the right to commit him to a mental asylum if you see fit. You just need to sign some documents and we’ll take care of the rest. We’ll take him in tomorrow to examine him.”

“Thank you,” said Peter as he hung up the phone.

The next day, when Peter and his son were sitting in the living room, watching TV, the doorbell rang. The father stood up and went to answer it. Two men in white coats were atanding there and he saw a white van parked in the street behind them.

“Hello we’re from Brookhaven Mental Asylum. You called last night?”

“Yes,” replied Peter happily. “He’s in the living room.”

The two men walked past him and he followed. They both took hold of the boy, one on either side.

“What’s going on? Dad, what’s happening? Dad! Dad!”

The men dragged him out the door, kicking and screaming. Peter quickly closed the door on his sons yells. For the first time ever he felt a small twinge of love for the boy and felt a little bit guilty about how he had treated him. However, he wasted no time and drowned these feelings with a bottle of alcohol.

That same night, he once again heard a girl’s voice whisper, “Never do that to a dying child.”

A month later, the man received the phonecall he had been waiting for. It was a psychiatrist from the mental home, calling to inform him that his son had died the night before, during an operation to remove his brain tumor.

“Where would you like us to send your son’s body?” they asked.

“Just cremate him and sprinkle him around the grounds,” replied Peter.

As soon as he put the phone down, a single tear ran down his cheek. That night, he drowned his sorrows like never before and drank more than he had ever drank in his life. Too wasted to go to bed, he collapsed on the living room floor and fell into a deep sleep.

He woke up just as the clock was striking midnight. Sitting up and rubbing his forehead, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure standing in the corner of the room. In a daze, he reached out and turned on the light.

Peter tried to scream, but he couldn’t make the sound. Standing there in the doorway was his young son. The boy was wearing dirty white trousers and a blood-stained straightjacket. His eyes were cold and dead and his mouth was twisted in an evil grin. But, the most horrifying part was what had happened to his head.

His blond hair had all been shaved off and his skull had been sawed open, revealing his pulsating brain. Chunks of his brain were missing. Georgie grabbed a bottle of liquor and started stumbling towards his father, that unsettling grin still on his face. The man begged and pleaded, but the boy showed no mercy.

The next morning, Georgie’s mother came home. After all these years, she had finally decided to visit her son. She knocked on the front door, but no one answered. She tried the handle and it creaked open.

“Hello Peter!” she called as she stepped into the hallway. “It’s me, Elizabeth. I’m here to see Georgie. Peter?”

She went into the living room and screamed. Lying in the middle of the floor was her husband, Peter. A bottle of alcohol had been shoved all the way down his throat and he had choked to death. His head had been roughly cut open and his brain removed.

On the wall, written in blood, were the words “NEVER DO THAT TO A DYING CHILD!”


  1. Dobbyisfree says

    Oh my God. That’s heartbreaking but satisfying. The piece of crap got what the Bloody Hell he freaking deserved. Dam.

  2. HorrorFanGirl says

    Of course it Peters fault, but equally the mothers, that horrible woman left her poor child with the abusive father! How could you do that when no shit he’s going to die. Selfish bastard -.-

  3. creepyforlife says

    The Dad is so stupid why wouldn’t he care like at least care for the child and the mother is dumb to leave her son behind like he needs a good life too

  4. Bajpants says

    Really? I mean really. That is one evil, cruel, demented man. Who does that to a dying child???!!!! Well I guess now he’s in a better place


    Honest speaking the boy shouldn’t have done that. If he also showed the same altitude towards his father then what is the difference between him and his father? The father should also loved his son.

  6. carlos rivera says

    sad story…. sick father and his mother was also careless when she knew about her husband, then why did she left her son behind….
    really disturbing story, I thought that invisible friend will help the boy, but nothing happened like that…..
    Well you should never do that to a dying child…!!!!!!!

  7. DemonicQueenzilla says

    I honestly don’t like kids, but I can be a better father, and I’m a girl. The father should’ve thought about the pain the poor child must’ve felt. Just how to build a better father? 😐

  8. neverscaredgirl9 says

    My name is lacie i am 10 i am dead i was butchered i was cut up into two peices if you think i am lying thats your problem i am a ghost

  9. xXxGrrrrRawrxXx says

    man i hate liquor.
    don’t warn the fool just kill him! oh well…the son got his vengeance so that’s good…kinda lame the mother waits ’til then to visit though…

  10. writer123 says

    I feel kinda bad for the guy. He obviously shows that he did really care about his child deep down, and the kid still didn’t show mercy on him. Poor guy.

  11. xXPunk_GirlXx says

    sad story… -_- by the way nice idea @pauline_is_japinay lol lets all b friends hahaha !!

  12. Pretty_Gurl1 says

    Wait a minute didn’t i write “First” before i wrote the rest of the comment i even wrote eh it don’t matter -_-

  13. iwasdeadbeforeidied13 says

    Not sure how that’s posible but OK I guess…
    Just be warned I’m very strange and I have Aspergurs.
    Still want to be freinds?:’#

  14. vikindian says

    @iwasdeadbeforeidied i m nt asking your exact age. girls do nt reveal their age. lets just be friends.plz

  15. Blood_redAngel says

    He zoo deserves it poor mother …. She’s gonna be sad WEN she finds out what happened she’s gonna regret leaving her son with the monster

  16. iwasdeadbeforeidied13 says

    vikinadian I’m not going to tell you my exact age. But I will say I’m older than 13 and younger then 17. :’#

  17. vikindian says

    @iwasdeadbeforeidied13 u r a girl i m a guy u r 13 i m 17 i am single lets be friends.its ur choice.

  18. vikindian says

    @naruto lova sasuhina i remember u dude. well about story im literally crying i m very emotional guy

  19. Dont take me seriously says

    I never drank any kind of alchohol or abused a single drug in my entire life and I never intend to.
    DTMS Same here.

  20. iscareyoutodeath says

    I saw this on tell me your story. It’s a good story I’m pretty sure my story is under his . Congrats iwasdeadbeforeidied13

  21. Horrorfanforever says

    Poor georgie. Karma sucks dude, and thats why root beer is the only kind of beer I ever drink.

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