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Normally, Mrs. Drake would come back home before tea. However, it was
not to be. She would never return.
Mrs. Drake was reported “missing” two days after the 24th of May 1998
“Maybe she’s just lost in the woods or something, maybe she’s just
gone to visit her aunt in Dallas, maybe…” Billy was hopelessly trying
to deter the impossible.
“The chances of that, sir, are very slim. Our main suggestion is that
she has been abducted” the officer replied solemnly,
“No, she can’t have, she was loved, she has no enemies, no one could
have had a motive.” Billy pleaded with the officer. The thought of his
mother being taken away from him seemed a depressing thought. His
mother, who had cared for him, who had nurtured him, being taken away
from him in such short notice? Never.
The days dragged on, and no Mrs. Drake. The weeks dryly went by and
still no Mrs. Drake. Every time the phone rang, a false hope sprang
into Billy’s heart.
“It’s mother” he would think. But no. His mother was no where to be
found. Four weeks on and the FBI decided to take the matter into their
own hands. They set out a nationwide hunt for the belated Mrs. Drake.
One week into the hunt, and Billy received a call. It was from the
“Hello, Mr. Drake?”
“Yes, it’s me, who’s’ speaking?”
“It’s detective Robert from the FBI”
“Have you found mother? Is she safe and sound? Is she OK?”
“Mr. Drake, please calm yourself. We think we have found her. We need
you to come here and identify the body”
“The body?! NO, it can’t be her, she’s not dead, she’s alive, I saw
her last night, she came to see me when I was sleeping. That’s not
“Mr. Drake, please control yourself. Will you please come and identify
this body, eliminating your mother from this body?”
“I’m not sure” There was a hesitant pause.
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“Thanks a lot sir, please come to the FBI headquarters in Dallas
tomorrow at noon.
Billy had mixed feelings when he put the phone down. At first he
“Damn FBI, I’ll show them that mother is safe and sound” but then he
had second thoughts about the visit.
“What if… just maybe…that that ghostly figure wasn’t mother…then
what?” But he was sure in his mind that the body discovered was not
that of his beloved mother.
That night, when Billy had finally fell into an uneasy sleep, he heard
a wailing sound. He was sure that it was that of his mother.
“Mother, is that you? I knew you would come back. I knew it.” There
was no reply apart from the deafening silence.
“Mother?” Billy was now upright, in his bed, looking out for his
“Mother, why don’t you reply?” Then came the reply that he had awaited
for almost six weeks.
“Billy, help me, help me Billy. He has me”
“Who has you mother, I’ll get him. Who has you?” Billy answered in
“He has me, he has me, he has me” She kept on wailing blindly. Her
wailing got softer and softer.
“Mother don’t leave, tell me who has you. Mother!” He leapt out of bed
and ran towards the sound. However, to no avail. His mother had gone.
Morning quickly arose and Billy still had no sleep. He was awaiting
the re-arrival of mother. But alas, no mother!
Just then at that instant, the phone rang.
“Detective Roberts here. Mr. Drake. I am awaiting your arrival.”
“Oh damn! Sorry Mr .Roberts, I completely forgot. I’ll be there in
five minutes” He slammed down the receiver, and hurried to get
“Damn FBI, can’t they just leave me alone. If I met mother yesterday,
why do they still want me” he complained as he put on a navy blue
As he arrived in the car park, a swarm of media reporters came upon
his to answer needless questions. He tended to ignore all of his
“Mr. Drake, do you think your mother is the body that he FBI have
discovered?” Shouted one reporter.
“Shut up!! How dare you ask such a stupid question? Of course that’s
not her. She came to me last night.” As soon as he said this, there
was another swarm of questions being hurled at him. However, two FBI
men in dark suits came and led him silently into the building.
“What was all that about? You said you met her yesterday?” demanded a
stern looking detective Roberts.
“Yes, she came to me yesterday and…” he left the sentence unfinished.
“And..?” Roberts questioned
“That’s between me and mother” answered Billy in a equally stern
“Very well. Would you like to come and identify the body now Mr.
“Sure, lets get his over and done with shall we?” he replied as he
followed the detective to an unknown secret area. The detective pushed
some buttons as he arrived in a doorway. He opened the door and took
out “exhibit B” There lie a human body covered in a white cloth.
Billy’s heartbeat jumped aggressively high.
“This is the moment of truth Mr. Drake.” whispered the detective.
He lifted the cloth away from the bodies’ head. Billy’s heart skipped
Billy fainted. Underneath the white cloth lay a weathered decapitated
body, exposed to the sun for many days. He breathed a deep sigh of
relief. It did not have any physical features of his mother However,
he noticed something that could defy all people from his mother; the
elephant pendant that she always used to wear around her neck. It was
one of a kind, given to his great great grandmother by a gypsy woman
almost one hundred years ago. It had been passed down from generation
to generation. The body was gripping it tightly in one hand.
Billy Drake was kept in intensive care for two days, because of deep
shock. He had suffered a minor heart attack, but was ordered to be
kept in the hospital in the intensive care unit for two days.
When Billy was discharged, he was once more contacted by the FBI.
“Mr. Drake. It’s detective Robert from the FBI. Glad to hear that you
made a swift recovery.”
“Please just leave me alone. I want some time to myself.”
“Mr. Drake, we would like to have an interview with you, it will be
the last of the kind.”
“Piss off!! You don’t know how I feel at the moment. Just leave me
alone” And then Billy hung up.
Three months passed, and not a single clue was found, not a single
lead, not a single trace of the murderer. During this period Billy had
been detained several times under the mental health act. He was also
sent to a rehabilitation hospital after incidents of heavy drinking
When he was allowed to return, there was no FBI call. He was resolute
that FBI had dropped the case of his beloved mother. But time had
passed, and Billy now come to the fact that mother was indeed, dead.
He decided to find work again. He instantly regained his position at
his previous job, and things went back to normal. Billy’s work kept
his mind occupied, his previous eagerness to do work had finally
returned and his general self was back to normal working order.
One night however, Billy had a perplexing dream. The next day he
consulted this with his colleague at work.
“Hey, Joe, check it out. I had some weird dream man. You want to hear
Joe laughed. “Yea might as well, why not?”
“Well, basically, I heard a voice, and then a series of flashing
pictures of the New Mexican woods. You know, their distinct red colour
of the tree leaves. I couldn’t make out what the voice was saying. It
said something like “hiiisss hiiimmmm” ”
Joe pondered this. “Well beats me man. I don’t have a clue what you’re
on about.” Billy laughed, and carried this on with his work.
But the next day, the same dream disturbed his sleep. The dreams
continued for two days and Billy had no idea what it was about.
However, on the third day, the same dream haunted him. There, in his
dream was a man with a severed head. He screamed.
The next day Billy took off a day at work, and stayed at home
wondering about his dream. He considered the place and the man. It
kept on playing over and over in his mind. Billy thought and thought,
wondered what meaning this dream could have.
With nothing else to do, Billy headed off towards the New Mexican
Woods. He had hoped that it would assist him to understand the dream
better. His daunting dreams would come to an end if he could find the
meaning of it.
As he arrived at the scene, he recognised the area where the dream had
He walked slowly up to the shrubs and brushed them away.
Underneath the shrubs was… a severed head. Torn and weathered by the
scorching heat, it was unrecognisable. It had dried blood over it,
and the stench of it seemed unbearable. Billy panicked and shivered
and goose bumps slowly arose all around his body. He looked around,
turned left, turned right, but nothing was to be seen in sight apart
from the wilderness.
Billy had no idea what to do. He stood there, hypnotised to the point
and could not move. Memory flashbacks steamed through his mind again.
Then a chilling thought gripped Billy. Could it be Mother?
Billy, stood stunned, as if he had just been stung heavily by a bee.
It seemed impossible. To find Mother’s head two thousand miles away
from its body. And how has his dream led him this far? Was that man in
his dream the murderer? All theses questions rushed through Billy’s
mind. It seemed impossible.
The wind had now gathered speed, and the clouds gathered in, and tiny
droplets of rain started to leek down in the dry earth. It had been a
long day, a long week, a long year for Billy. He turned round, tears
blinding his sight and walked towards the car. As he walked, he
noticed someone standing by the benches. He wiped his tears away and
gazed at the man. He looked familiar. He was wearing rugged clothes,
black gloves and torn shoes. His trousers were ripped and old. Billy
started walking towards his direction. He was sure that he had met him
The man looked up, and saw Billy Drake. Billy screamed. Was it? Was it
the man in his dreams that carried the severed head? His eyes were the
same red and weary, and his hands were torn. He smelt of strong beer,
and the smell of marijuana was surrounding him.
The man, deep under the influence of beer, finally spoke after they
had a long gaze at each other.
“Billy Drake, what a name. I’ve waited a long time to see you. I knew
you would come in the end. I know what you’re thinking. Did I kill
your mother? No son. I never killed your mother. Your mother is inside
you, I killed my wife”