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When Greyson was 9 he was playing with his friend Chase in his apartment he lived in with his mother. She had left to go shopping thinking that the two young boys would be fine while she was gone. Since she had done so countless times. Five minutes after she left Chase's brother called to say it was time to come home. Reluctantly Chase left his friend to head home down the street.
About thirty minutes had passed from when Chase left and the boy's mother returned home. She called her son to help her put things away. But she got no answer. She assumed Greyson likely left with his friend. When she was done putting everything away she walked into the family room and gasped at the sight before here. The whole room was destroyed. Nearly everything was broken furniture was moved or fallen over. So many things were running through her head at that very moment. How could they do this in such a short time? Why would they do this at all? She was about to run out and look for the boys that ruined everything that was in that room. But she suddenly stopped when she thought she heard something.
She looked around the room to find what she thought she heard.
Behind the overturned couch she found here boy curled in the fetale position shaking. She bent down to him she saw his clothes were torn to pieces. Claw marks were all over his little body. When she picked him up to hold him he screamed. The kind of scream no mother wants to hear from her child. Holding him to her hoping that would quiet him she cried worried about her son. Who could have done this to him?
At the sound of the boy screaming some of their neighbors came rushing in see what was wrong. When they entered the apartment Greyson fell silent. When they found them she was kneeling holding her bloody son in her arms. The neighbors noticed the state the room was in and the boy with his ripped and bloody clothes. They could smell blood, urine and a very foul odor which they assume was from the boy. They thought he had shit his pants when he wet himself. But
they later found out he didn't.
When Greyson was born he had dark brown hair like his mother. However when his mother picked him up to hold him his hair was white as the sheets he slept in. An ambulance was called for the boy that had cuts over most of his body. The police responded due to his condition and the damage was done to the family. Everyone was questioned about what had happened. Did you hear anything? Did you see anything? They only answers the police got was they saw the little boy's friend leave and then later heard his deafening screams. No one heard anything else at all. No sounds of things being thrown across the room. Nothing hitting walls. No sounds of glass breaking or large pieces of furniture being moved or tossed around.
The police investigated for months trying to find out what happened to the little boy and who destroyed that room. How could no one hear a thing until the boy screamed when his mother picked him up? Greyson was kept in hospital for several days after he woke. He didn't say a word he just looked forward like looking into dead space. After he was released from hospital he and his mother had to move because he would scream every time he saw their apartment building.
The last time anyone heard him speak was when he said goodbye to his friend Chase. The last time anyone saw his smile was when he was playing with his friend Chase. The last time his mother saw his bright blue eyes was when she left to go to the store. Today at age 62 Greyson spends his days at the Morgan Franklin Institute for the Insane. He stares straight ahead with his pitch black eyes.