"All smeared on the bus was driving a guy in the car."
The tragedy of a human soul or black humor?
Sadistic parents lock the mentally retarded eldest son in a dark room. The younger, dreaming of becoming a writer, only hears someone's crushed moans. As mom and dad explained to a future writer later, this secret room they wanted to stimulate the younger creativity.
In horror, the eldest son strangles parents and frees the younger one. Now they do not spill water.
The younger continues to write terrible stories. They willingly publish. They are popular. But the most incredible thing is that the monstrous stories they invented are beginning to come true. Children are fading, adults are suffering. The sea of blood.
Is not the author's story also a story to investigators about his cruel parents? And is not the elder brother of the writer realizing those brutal crimes that the younger one describes in his stories?
Two investigators, good and evil, are questioning the writer. They can not achieve the truth in any way. And is there any? Or is it all a made-up childhood scarecrow?
Black humor. "We were born, what would Kafka be made by ..."