The Demon Child

As I was watching a movie in the cinema, a rude child kept kicking the back of my seat. He even took off his shoe and extended his foot next to my face.

I turned around and chastised him to take his seat, but he stabbed me in my neck with a sharp needle.

Feeling the pain, I reached out and wiped the blood from my neck.

His mother chuckled.

“It’s fine, he’s just fooling around with my sewing needle. It’s just a harmless jab. It’s not like it has poison on it. Be a good sport about it.”

I threw the popcorn bucket onto the floor and aimed my phone’s flashlight at the rude child. I roared, “The child’s holding a discarded needle that was used on an AIDS patient in the hospital! There’s an AIDs patient’s blood on it!”

The bright light shone on the needle that was still dripping with blood as the rude child, Charlie Smith, held it.

“Oh my God! AIDS!”

“Quick, run! Don’t let him near you!”

All of a sudden, everyone started screaming and leaping out of their seats.

Everyone in the hall was frantic and terrified.

Charlie’s mother, Mary Smith, was also shocked by the sudden commotion.

Her smile froze as she burst into rage.

“What are you talking about? What AIDS?

“Why are you cursing my son? I’m going to kill you!”

I took a step back and held up my phone to record the scenario.

I glared at Charlie, who was stunned.

“Don’t come near me! What if you have more needles on you?

“Someone call the police! Quick!

“This is a biological attack. This is assault!

“Block the doors! Don’t let them escape!”

My shouts shocked everyone around me.

A few brave men immediately rushed to the doors and blocked them.

“That’s right, we can’t let them escape!”

“They’re evil! How can they simply stab anyone with an infected needle? They’re basically harming innocent people!”

The hall suddenly lit up.

Mary was finally frantic.

She looked at the angry and fearful gazes around her and hugged Charlie.

“What are you doing? Why are you targeting us?

“It isn’t AIDS! That’s just red ink!”

She yelled and explained, but her voice was already trembling.

I glared at her coldly as though I was staring at a dead person.

“Red ink?

“Why don’t you get your son to jab himself with the needle?

“If he dares to do so, I’ll immediately apologize to you!”

Mary was speechless.

She looked at the sharp needle and subconsciously shielded Charlie.

“Why would I do that? As long as I’m around, no one here can harm Charlie!”

At the same time, I felt dizzy.

It was a normal physiological reaction from extreme fear.

Everyone could hear Mary’s screeching voice and Charlie’s terrified cries.

“Mom! They’re bullying me!”

Charlie finally felt scared. He tossed the needle to the floor.

The blood-stained weapon rolled on the floor and stopped in the middle of a walkway.

Everyone retreated away from it like it was poison.

No one dared to touch it.

“Don’t cry, Charlie. Don’t cry!”

Mary hugged Charlie lovingly and then glared fiercely at me.

“What are you doing? Why do you want to scare a little kid? It’s just a tiny jab, do you have to make such a big fuss?

“Didn’t you say you wanted to call the police? Call them! I want to see who they’ll detain after they arrive!

“You’re spreading rumors and slandering me! I’m going to sue you!”

She was still stubborn.

However, her unreasonable screams were nothing against the mass terror experienced by the crowd.

Instead, everyone only grew angrier.

“Shut up! How dare you accuse someone else when it’s your son who stabbed the person!”

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!”

“I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”