Whisper Behind the Needle Chair

The father pulled his daughter’s hair and stomped on her neck.

Then, without mercy, he ripped her head off her body.

He stared at her lifeless form with sadness in his eyes and whispered,

“Please... die for your father’s own sakes.... I’m sorry..."

Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the air.

AAARGHH!”

He turned to the right-and saw his own sister standing there, horrified.

With four daughters and three sons.

His sister’s eyes widened in fear as she screamed,

“Everyone, run away!!!”

But it was too late.

The father dashed toward them and reached his sister before she could escape.

He stomped her down—his own sister—crushing the last hope in her eyes.

The children—her four daughters and three sons—watched in terror "aunty!!!"

as their father murdered the woman they loved.

But they didn’t stop.

They ran with tear in there eyes.

They ran as fast as they could, holding on to the seconds their aunty gave them.

They hid in an old storage room, heartbeats racing, breath trembling…

Outside, the father’s footsteps echoed.

And inside his head—Ariemil’s whisper returned.

Cold. Calm. Icy.

“Kill them…

Kill everyone who knows.

Or your life is over.”

The father, still hunted by fear, obeyed the voice.

Because fear is a poison—

and he was already drowning in it.

The father dropped to his knees, clutching his head as the voice inside grew louder—twisting, screaming, mocking him.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO,NO,NOOOOO!!!" he cried, voice cracking with madness. "THIS IS WRONG! I'M… I’M NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED THEM… YES, I’M NOT! IT’S… IT’S ODA… ODA IS THE MURDERER! I—I—I… I’M NOT A MURDERER!!! HA…HA..HA....... HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M NOT A MURDERER!!! HA HAHAHA"

But then, the voice returned—calm, cold, and cruel.

"Are you sure you're not a murderer?"

He froze, his wild eyes darting around the blood-stained walls. Then he answered, like a broken man holding onto the last thread of his sanity.

"Yes… yes… I’m… I’m not a murderer… am I?"

"Not a murderer?" the voice taunted.

"You’re kidding me, right? Just look at your hands… you’re holding a knife… and you still say you’re not a murderer?"

His trembling hands glanced down—red, soaked, still gripping the weapon. His voice broke.

"W-What do you want from me?"

"Say it," the voice ordered.

"S-Say what?"

"Say that you are a murderer. It’s easy, right?"

The father with trembling voice

"I… I’m… I’m the murderer…"

Silence.

Then the voice whispered again—deeper, darker than before.

"You know where they’re hiding, don’t you?"

The father nodded slowly, as if possessed.

He answer

"Y-Yes…"

"Then go… kill them. Or else..."

Without hesitation, he stood.

He found the door.

And with a roar full of rage and fear, he kicked it open.

Inside, the four daughters and three sons screamed, huddled together in the corner of the old storeroom—eyes wide with horror.

"No… no please…!!"

But he was no longer their father.

He stormed in, eyes empty, hands dripping, and began to stomp them—one by one—until the cries faded… and silence took over once more.

The father began to go crazy in the store that was full of his daughters’ and sons’ bodies—covered in their own blood.

He cried with rage and screamed:

"WHY!!!!!!!! WHY MUST MY FAMILY DIE!!!!!! WHY DID I KILL THEM!!? WHY!!!!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE… to my precious family……"

Then he screamed Ariemil’s name, his voice filled with rage, echoing through the store soaked in blood.

"OOODDAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

After that, he sat in the corner of the store. His hands shaking. His eyes empty.

And then, with a voice full of sorrow and guilt, he began to say their names… one by one.

"Sorry… Akata… sorry, Hiyoko… sorry Kiyomi, Kiyoko, Kiyota, Kiyoka… sorry Yuki, Yuta, Yuka… I’m… I’m really, really sorry… everyone…"

The father began to remember…

He remembered when Ariemil was just five years old.

Ariemil didn’t understand this world. He always did whatever he wanted, without thinking about right or wrong.

"Papa, look! I caught a bird!" he said with a smile, holding something behind his back.

The father turned to him. "Oda… why doesn’t the bird have a head?"

Ariemil answered with a calm, innocent voice, "Because this bird ate my food… so I gave the bird’s head to a dog."

The father froze.

He was stunned—speechless—by the way his son answered… with no guilt in his eyes at all.

When the father was crying in rage, Ariemil suddenly appeared at the store door—his whole body drenched in blood.

He stared at his father with cold, lifeless eyes, and called out in a calm, creepy voice,

"Father… are you finished killing them?"

The father was shocked. His whole body trembled in disbelief and anger.

"OOODAAA!!!" he screamed.

Ariemil, with blood still dripping from his wounds, tried to run—but his body was too weak. The pain slowed him down.

He stumbled out of the house, dragging his feet.

The father ran after him, caught up, and jumped on him—stomping hard on Ariemil’s stomach.

Ariemil let out a twisted smirk… and screamed at the top of his lungs,

"Help!!!"

His voice echoed through the air.

People nearby turned their heads. They saw a man attacking a wounded child—and without hesitation, they rushed in and grabbed the father.

Then, a girl ran out from the crowd. She rushed to Ariemil and gently lifted him onto her shoulder.

"Don’t worry… I’ll take you to the clinic," she whispered.

And then she ran—with full speed—disappearing into the distance with Ariemil in her arms

The father went to jail.

With hopelessness in his eyes, he sat in silence—his mind still filled with the same question: Why did Ariemil change?

Deep inside, he knew the answer. But he didn’t want to admit it.

Didn’t want to say it out loud.

Didn’t want to face the truth behind all this madness.

But for the last time, in the quiet of his cell… his heart couldn't hold it anymore.

Tears rolled down his face as he began to mumble:

 “We… we didn’t treat Oda in a good way when he was four years old…

We always abandoned him.

We never gave him attention.

We were always embarrassed… because he was different from other kids.

He was all alone…

Oda tried to act like a normal kid.

And… he had one friend. Just one.

But I… I kept him away from her.

I left him alone again.

And then… we punished him.

We made him suffer... again and again…”

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