Gothic Riddles

Chapter 3

Riddle 1

Suicide

Nearly two years ago, I got to teach a feisty group of kids to dance. These kids were probably twelve or thirteen at the most. Somewhere behind them all was a slip of a girl. She was silent, thick glasses framing her tiny face, She had beautiful red hair oiled that clung to her scalp, piercing hazel eyes that changed from green to blue. She smiled broadly all the time, her little teeth like okra seeds. I didn’t hear her voice, even if I strained myself. I noticed that the other kids didn’t talk much to her – she tried sometimes but they’d mostly ignore her. But she would try her best, learning all her dance steps and performing them with gusto. She never drew attention to herself.

I must confess I was arrogant too. I didn’t even look at her sometimes, focusing on the ones I thought had potential and had the most buoyant energy. I didn’t pay attention when she missed a step, instead of burying myself with the woes of convincing a more boisterous child to tone it down.

One day, one of the more boisterous boys pushed her down for his amusement. In seconds, her eyes brimmed with tears. I helped her up and took her aside to the stairs, while a friend took the boy aside to gently give him an idea or two about behaving.

This little girl didn’t say much. I asked her if she was all right and if the kids often did that to her. She looked at me, her eyes big, and nodded.

My one month in the school was over. One day, I got the news that the girl was found lying dead in a pool of blood in the school toilets. The other teachers said that it was suicide. She had sliced both her wrists and bled to death. They said she left a note behind. It read:

"Please excuse the unfortunate mess. I committed suicide, but it was not because I was bullied."

After hearing about her death, I was numb. I don’t really remember a lot of the next few weeks, but I do remember a conversation I had with another girl in her class, Phoebe, She told me that the girl endured terrible bullying every day at school. Other kids would call her a freak, call her names. Some of the girls in her class would even take her to a secluded place and beat her up so nobody would see them doing it. This was like a punch in the gut for me, I just couldn’t understand why one person would choose to be so incredibly mean to another person. Back then I didn’t know what to say. And even if I did, I didn’t have a means of ensuring that she’d be taken care of – I had only a month with the kids at school. The girl went back to class and I had a lump in my throat. 

I do remember her funeral, and here she was, this little girl with a soft temperament, thick glasses, and oily hair. Here she was, this little girl that simply wasn’t accepted or given the friendship she had every right to have. Here she was, this little girl lying lifeless in a coffin...

Riddle 2

Taking Out The Trash

This morning, I found myself lying down on the floor. I was awakened by banging and clattering sounds. The sound was coming from the kitchen downstairs. My wife was probably in there making breakfast. She doesn't usually make this much noise so I got up and I went downstairs to check on what was going on. When I reached the kitchen I saw my wife there, She had her back to me and she was cutting something up in the sink with my old machete. I said, "Good Morning" but she ignored me.

Then, I remembered what happened last night. My wife caught me cheating on her, I was with another woman in our room while she was out on a trip. I was not expecting her to be back for another week. We had a violent argument. She was furious and crying. So, today she must be giving me the silent treatment. How long can that last? She loves me so much after all.

I sat down at the table and asked her when breakfast would be ready, but she continued to ignore me. I asked her again but she was acting like I was not even there. Then I looked at the clock and realized It was almost time to go to work and I was getting late at this point. So, I raced upstairs and hurriedly changed into my suit. I came back downstairs and called for my wife, but she was not replying. I looked through the dining room window and she was out in the garden doing something. I called out to her again but she again ignored me. I guess she really is very mad this time. I would just make it up to her when I come back home in the evening.

I was heading outside and I saw a big black plastic trash bag in the kitchen. I always take out the trash before I go to work, so I grabbed the plastic bag. It was unusually heavy and She had not just double-bagged it, She had used about 4 or 5 black garbage bags. I dragged it out to the end of the driveway and left it on the curb.

It was so heavy and I was wondering what was in there. My curiosity got the better of me and I untied the knot and took a look inside, I could not believe my eyes...

Thank You for reading, hope you enjoyed these riddles. 

The answer of the previous chapter:

Riddle 1: In the note, read the first word of the first line, the second word of the second line, the third word of the third line, the fourth word of the fourth line, fifth word of the fifth line, sixth word of the sixth line and the seventh word of the seventh line. It says "Tonight I will escape and kill you", and the postmark was yesterday, so he had already escaped and was waiting right outside the door. When the grandmother opened it, she saw him and that was the reason she was screaming.

Thank You and Good Luck for the next riddle. :)