The Police Returned A Monster Not My Son

by MAC



I’ve never thought of myself as a perfect mother, and I’ve always known I was never going to be one. When I was 18, I got pregnant with a guy I had only been with one time. His name was Brad, and he was the class bad-boy. When I told him I was pregnant, he switched schools the very next day. I tried texting him, calling him, but nothing worked. He blocked me, and it was clear I was on my own. I’m kind of religious and there was way I way I was having an abortion. I made it through ridicule at school, teachers using me as an example, and nine months of aching EVERYTHING…and he was born. I didn’t even have my driver’s license, and I was holding my baby boy in my arms. I was so scared. I named him Andrew, and soon, it was just him and I against the world. My parents kicked me out, and I had to make it on my own. I was super scared, but I managed to make a life for myself, getting my diploma and getting a job. I mean, sure, that job was working double shifts at two separate fast-food restaurants. Sure, I smelled like grease all the time. Sure, no man would come within 500 of me at any given time – but I had a two-bedroom apartment with my son. I was someone. When Andrew was about 6, things started to go downhill. For a week straight, he was throwing up seriously anything he ate. The doctors started to think it was cancer! I was so scared my heart was pounding. It turns out he had some other health issues, so they had to do a few different surgeries and put a tube in his stomach. I was afraid he wasn’t going to make it. At the same time, I wished I had another pair of hands to help me out. Every time I had to go to work or class, Andrew would throw a hissy fit. I’m not proud of myself…but I screamed at him. I was so overtired, so overworked, that I told him he was being ungrateful, and I needed to work to keep us going. The second the babysitter arrived at the door, I left. I just couldn’t handle him. About 30 minutes later, I got a call from the babysitter. “Andrew is gone!” she screamed. “What do you mean, Andrew is gone?!” I yelled back. I assumed maybe he was hiding in the attic or in his playhouse because I had yelled at him…but when I got home, I knew that wasn’t the reality. His clothes were gone. He took his favorite stuffed animal. My son was gone, gone. The next few hours were a blur of crying and talking to the police. They asked the babysitter and me what had happened to him, and no one got an answer. When they started asking neighbors, things got really bad for me. It turns out, they had heard me screaming at Andrew that day – and that put me at the top of the police’s suspect list. I just wanted them to find my baby! Every day, it seemed like there was less and less of a chance of them finding my son. The police were at my house daily. I felt like I was losing my mind. Then, at 4 am, they called to tell me that Andrew had been found. I drove to the station to pick him up, tears in my eyes. The police told me he had been found wandering outside the police station, confused and crying. He didn’t know where he had come from or what had happened, but he knew his name. I raced in to see my son. Only…it wasn’t my son. I felt like throwing up. The kid looked almost EXACTLY like my son, but there was something weird about him. It was almost like someone had made a fake version of my son. He had the same smile, the same face, the same shape…but his eyes were all wrong. What should have been a happy moment absolutely wasn’t. But you know what the kid did? He ran up and hugged me, saying: “Mommy! I missed you!” I hugged him back with tears in my eyes. Maybe it was my son? I rushed back out to speak with the detectives. As I was leaving, the kid cried after me, asking where I was going. When I told the detectives I didn’t think he was my son, they all rolled their eyes. “If he’s not your son, then where is he?” “Did you do something with him?” “He called you mommy!” …

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42 comments

Jennifer Hatfield February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Your kid's name is my name. Cuz the owner of my tablet is my mom. And she got it for me.

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YouChose TheWrong Lee February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

2020: The police returned a monster not my son

2022: My dad got me pregnant and my son ate me

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Windows ME February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Next Story: My dad is Bill Gates Edit: And he is pregnant after dating a nipple

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Dash Playz February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

0:33 ok you learn something everyday 2+2=5

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Andrew 67 February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

I'M ANDREW!

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Niccole Hoody February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Could be a werewolf kid lol

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MADMAN February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

i think the cops are broken.. 3:01

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Cat Eyed Loser February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

These stories
‘I swallowed soap and now my father is pregnant and my brother is now missing’

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jojo Lusungama Bankuemi February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Rifda Studios February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

i know that desease i watched it on flash, flash got the same desease

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Steve the gamer February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

This story actually sounds like it could happen
* Notes it under Realistic Fiction *

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DRAGON N February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

U are very strong mother

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SUPER ROBLOX LOGAN SPIDER X February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

The ending was so sweet

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Terra Nova February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Did anybody notice that the teacher wrote 2+2=5? On the boerd

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Black moon wolfgurl February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

really wht kind of friends r u 😡

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Hedake Hartendorp February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Ye teachers using her sa an example of something while the math teacher cant even add 2+2

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Trisna Bulan February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Him turn into canniball!!!! Run!!!!!!!

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Cruz ♪ February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am Reply
John Corbett February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Oh nvm but still sleeping on the job wow

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John Corbett February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

What a great baby sitter NOT

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RageGaming • 69 years ago February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Ah yes the ICE CREAM PLACE

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Taylor Raylin February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

no one :

absolutely no one:

not even a crackhead:

my story animated: 6:14 “boy boy”

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Toxic Pop February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

😩😭😩😭 This is so saddddd

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Socks4you February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Omg just take a dna test

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Llama Lover February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

I am laughing so hard at the baby doll cheetah part

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Random Guy February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Oh yes I have a similar story.
the FBI sent me an alien in the mail and said it was my dad.

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Myah Banks February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Did u see the her parents arms when they kicked her out 🤣

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charlotte suchniak February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

You can’t eat milk…………you drink it.

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Tom F. February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

no ones gonna talk about the baby doll and the hyena or cheetah thing?!?!?!

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VscoGorl Vlogzxxx February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

These story channels: my pasta had a heart attack and now the police are on my tail

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Kitty'sCrown48 February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Next story: My children are strawberries but I'm a banana, my apple husband might have killed them!

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The Lord7609 February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

4:37 her eyes looked funny🙃

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Mercy Football February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

the weird kid looks more of a horror story, Jesus Christ. Kid, you are so scary!

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Eiffel Han Bustamante February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

0:38?!? 18 years old and yet still learning 2+2=5 ?!?
Lol

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Nadja Tomic February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

9:21 WTF

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didar hossain February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Omg

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Allie’s World February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am Reply
klanger1387 February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

HOW DARE YOU CALL SYRIAN A MONSTER

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Bryce Panoushek February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Violets are blue.

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ANIMEKING ANIME February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

Hi

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LPSseaside1221 Puck February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

I legit thought that there was gonna be a jumpscare when Cyrus was just standing in the doorway like that… He's creepy O.O

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Beth May February 9, 2020 - 8:19 am

WHAT

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