Hush, hush

"Tina, I made something for mouse," said Phillip, my neighbor's son and a hyper-active eleven-year old lad.

      "For mouse? What's that, a mouse trap?" I answered back, laughing.

      "Nah, it's still jerry-built but I'm gonna let you see it when I'm done. I wanna do to mouse what you did to Tommy." He flashed a creepy smile and then munched in a mouthful of popcorn.

      "Phillip, I told you not to mention that again, right. And whatever does that mouse did to you?"

      "She did a lot," he said thoughtfully.

      "She? So the mouse's a girl? You're really funny," I beamed as I pat his head. "Oh, there's Mickey coming," I pointed out the window to show that his mother's coming.

      "Tomorrow, the mouse will be gone," Phillip replied instead. I jolted but I managed to let out a nervous laugh.

      "Okay, I don't know that you're afraid of your house rats, huh. I'll gonna bake you blueberry cheesecake tomorrow. Just show me the rats, 'kay?"

      "It's a mouse," he quipped as he stood up and walked towards the door. Before he went out, he said, "Tomorrow. It's a snare."

      Morning came and I didn't saw Phillip or Mickey.

      Whatever that boy is doing.

      KRINGGGG!! KRINGG!! KRING!

      "Hello?"

      "Tina, it's done."

      "Phillip?" then the line went dead.

      Oh boy, this kid's acting strange since he was devising that whatever snare for the mouse. I'm not worried though, I'm sure Phillip can't even hurt a fly. I guess he's been grounded for today that Mickey found out about that snare. I need to check him out. I carried with me the blueberry cheesecake that I promised.

      "Phillip, are you there?" I called out and I noticed that their door was left open.

      "Yeah, come in," came his reply.

      I put down the box of blueberry cheesecake in the dining table and searched for him.

"So how's your mouse trap? Did Mickey found out?" I asked as I drew near him, facing me and leaning on their sofa's headboard.

      "See it for yourself Tina. It actually worked," as he flashed that childish smile.

I moved closer towards him and the next thing I knew, I freaked out.

      "Phillip, what did you do?!" I shrieked, staring at him in disbelief.

      "I told you, today the mouse will be gone," he mumbled while looking down.

      "Mickey's not a mouse!" I protested.

      "You didn't get it, did you? Mickey's the mouse. Mickey mouse," he reasoned out.

      "She's your mother you jerk!" I shrugged his shoulders as if waking him up.

      This kid's horrible. Lying in the middle of the carpet is a violent pose of a woman with eyes opened wide, tied up in a loose yellow knot with knives hanging all over her body.

      "How could you do this Phillip? You're only eleven. She's your mother." I trembled as tears continuously fell from my eyes.

      "Hush, hush," he said as he put his forefinger in front of his lips.

      The very same words I told him when he saw me stabbing my boyfriend Tommy to his death.

@RubyPond, challenge accepted. :)