The
Riotous Writer
Halloween
Horror Story
Following
on from my article about the Unique Selling Point, to book sales.
I've not written this story in my usual way
As
an experiment in style, I've written it in the first person.
I
hope you enjoy this short tale of revenge, and retribution, and that
you all have a very happy, and enjoyably spooky Halloween night.
The
Dance Macabre
I
know well the evil that men and women do. I was once such a man.
Born
of the Beast I was.
I
lived my life in the embrace of evil. No creature knows better than
me what lurks deep within the hearts of humankind. My emotions
bleached of any sympathy to those I killed.
It
is a kinship I share with the kind I seek. The vilest of those who
prey upon the defenseless.
My
wicked deeds – they are done. Long in the past of my memory. My
penance eternal.
I
serve justice to those who have the Beast within them.
Swift.
Cruel. Lethal.
And
the punishment will always fit the crime.
I
have so little time. One whole day a year, from midnight to midnight
is all I have. So I make my choices in the dark shadows that I
inhabit with great care.
As
one day slips into the next – I return to the physical
world and seek out my prey-- I am an avenger.
I
watch three young people sit idly chatting together on a front porch.
Innocuous. They look no different from thousands of other young
people sitting in the shade, sheltering from a hot afternoon sun.
Only they are different.
You
see. These three are the ones I have chosen so carefully. Tammy
Winola, Richard Mason and Kevin Mason – will suffer their fates
before the day changes to another.
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“I'm
bored. An I wish that yapping creature across the fence would shut
it's damn noisy mouth.” Tammy Winola, is sixteen, sexually
virginal, at least that's what she'd have her parents believe.
Nothing about Tammy is what it seems.
The
dog continues to bark.
Tammy
screams in annoyance, shouting at the two boys sharing the porch with
her. “You wanna do something for me? Get the next-door's dog, and
bring it here.”
Kevin,
and Richard Mason, fifteen and seventeen, want to be her lovers. Her
fragrance wafts a sweet scented aroma across the summer afternoon at
them. They feel their loins stirring, and hope today will be the day
she lets them inside her body.
The
elder of the two boys replies, wanting something for something, “What
do get if we do?”
“You
wanna see me naked?” She knows they do. Maybe she will show them
maybe she won't. She knows they will take the chance that she will,
and do whatever it is she wants of them.
Two
heads nod vigorously.
“Then
go get that yapping dog - and bring it here to me.”
Slick
smiles light their cunning faces. She's going to entertain them.
Neither boy is sure which is best. Her nakedness or what she's about
to do.
Filled
by an unholy eagerness to find out, they hurry from the porch and
head for the neighbour's yard.
Tammy
Winola is lovely to look at. She keeps her long blond hair brushed so
that it shines like the sun she is hiding from. Her ready laugh and
deep blue eyes fool her many admires with what they imagine is a pure
soul.
With
Tammy beauty is only skin deep. She is as ugly beneath as she is
beautiful on the outside. There is nothing pure about her soul. It is
as black as the abyss she is destined for.
The
dog is easy to steal. It's trusting nature leads it straight into the
arms of it's soon to be tormentors.
The
Mason boys, bring their sacrificial offering to her, anticipation
spreads across two expectant faces. They hope, perhaps this time, she'll
show them more than naked. Perhaps she'll get it on with them.
To
Tammy it is not a dog. It is merely a thing. An object that will
momentarily satiate the demonic need for death gnawing inside her.
She is diseased by the desire to kill living beings. It will never go
away this feeling she has. She will only stop her killing, when I
take her from the world she infects.
Deep
blue eyes darken to a maniacal black. That perfect mouth erupts in a
torrent of pleasured screams as this monster falls upon the terrified
creature. Frenzied, she slams her shoe-less foot into the warm soft
body of the small dog. The sensual feel of it's tearing skin
connecting to her naked flesh feeds her lust, increasing her
savagery. She dances wildly around the whimpering creature, kicking
and kicking until it is nothing more that a pulp of matted fur and
blood.
Tammy
Winola, has danced the dance macabre.
Wiping
her feet clean, she pants from her efforts, and points to the
lifeless body saying breathlessly to her two grinning companions,
“It's disgusting. Dump it back where you got it from.”
There
is no pity in this girl for what she has done. She thinks only of
what she will do next.
She
craves to kill again. This time it is a child that will satisfy her
thirst to dance again the dance macabre. The dance of death.
She
looks with contempt at the two weak minded fools before her,
salivating with desire, for what she has no intention of giving them.
Knowing
they will do anything to earn her approval gives her absolute power
over them. “I'm bored. Find me something better than just a dog.
Get me a kid. Get me your baby sister.” She demands of her
familiars.
The
boys exchange unsure sideways glances.
Their
reticence is not unexpected. No matter. Manipulation, easy. She says,
“You're not gonna do what I want? You sure?” Leaning back in the
chair she lifts her skirt high. It's impossible for them to hold back
as she opens her legs. Her nakedness fuels their evil. They lunge toward her. Snapping her legs shut tight, she says again, “You're
not gonna do what I want?” Then laughs opening her legs, two and
fro tantalizing their hunger to know what she feels like as they
throb within her.
Every
soul has two paths to take. One path takes them to righteousness. The
other. The other - is the path to hell.
Tammy
Winola – has chosen. And her followers have chosen to go where she
leads them.
There
is no turning back for these three damned souls. And now the time has
come for me to show them the error of their ways. And the punishment
will fit their crimes.
I
have laid my plan well – but then I have had a lot of practise.
I
use their weaknesses against them. Their depravity. Their evil. Are
my weapons.
Not
far from the porch is a large thicket. A dense tree-line hides the
place from the houses near by. In the middle of this thicket is a wide
clearing. Behind the trees heavy with dark green summer foliage, is a sinister evil.
The
three know this place well. It is here they have killed here many
times before. Ten bodies lay beneath the earth, covered by a multi
coloured carpet of rotting leaves.
Tonight
they plan to kill again – but this time, Tammy has taken their
grisly game to a new level.
As
soon as the sun goes down they meet as planned. The density of the
trees around allows only a dim moonlight to penetrate.
“Where
is she?” Tammy demands waving a flashlight in their faces.
The
boys have come empty handed.
They
stammer out their excuses.
“I
was going to let you have me tonight. Now you will get nothing.”
She again shows them the place between her legs that they have
desired for so long.
I
speak to Kevin and Richard's evil. And they see me but only they can
hear my words clearly spoken. I speak of what they have often thought
of but never dared to do.
“Just
take her. Why not? Then when you are done with her body. Give to her
what she would have given to your baby sister, and then to you. Giver
her death.”
“She
won't kill us.” I hear the hesitation in their voices. They both
know that some day – she will probably kill them both.
“What
will happen to us, if we do what you say?” They ask.
“Why
nothing.” I reply. “No one will know, how could they? Bury her
here. Who can find her here. Have you not buried here before? The old
man, homeless and alone. The old man that no one would miss. The
little girl whose mother waits everyday for her safe return. And the
others. Your school friend. Has anyone found them? But you will have
to kill her once you have taken her. If you don't she will kill you
both in revenge.”
“Yeah.
We know.” They say agreeing with me.
Tammy
neither sees nor hears any of our conversation.
“Don't
wait too long. You will never get another chance.” They have no
idea how right I am.
Heads
together they whisper their decision on Tammy's fate.
It
is Tammy's turn to listen to my alluring words.
“They
should have brought you what you asked for. They are going to turn
against you. They are going to rape and kill you. Or worse. Tell the
police what you have done. And let you, and you alone, take the blame
for all the death hidden here. ” I tell her.
She
glances furtively across at the whispering boys.
Lowering
her voice, matching their whispers she says, “They wouldn't. They
are nothings. Nothings without me and they know it. They do as I tell
them. They obey me.”
She
is indignant – but fearful. She knows exactly what her two
companions are capable of. She has watched them kill, and seen the
pleasure on their faces as they did so.
And
so it begins.... the dance macabre.
Richard
takes her body first. He's the eldest. He says it was his right.
Tammy's struggles as he forces himself inside her are sweeter than he
had ever imagined. She's not his first. There are five bodies of
young women buried, left to rot beneath the thicket earth without so
much as a casual thought to who they were. Richard raped each one
before Tammy kicked the life out of them. None of them struggled as
violently as Tammy. He had told them, “Be still. When it's over.
I'll let you go.” He'd lied.
Next
time he took a girl he wouldn't lie to her.
Kevin
waits, and then it's his turn. Tammy is the first woman he has ever
felt inside of. And I shall make sure she is his last.
Tammy
never saw the first blow coming.
One
after the other they hit, and kick on her fragile frame. They dance
the dance macabre, until Tammy Winola's spirit rises up for me to
take.
The
sound of sirens wailing, and blue lights flashing fill the clearing.
The denizens of the law. The upholders of good against evil have
answered my call.
Tammy's
blood soaked killers know there is nowhere for them to run. Their
fate is sealed. They wait in hopeless desperation as the small army
of police descend through the trees.
“Looks
like there's several bodies buried here. You guys have been real busy
” An officer accuses.
“Those
were not us.” Richard and Kevin wail in protest,“Tammy did for
them.”
Who
will believe their denials? Who will believe lies told by killers of
such a beautiful, innocent girl. Her family will morn her, and lay
flowers on her undeserving grave never knowing what they had spawned.
“What
will happen to us?” Richard and Kevin ask me as their hands are
roughly handcuffed behind their backs.
The
grim faced policeman cannot see me. “Looking at what you two have
done. Death row, and the road to hell, I should think.” He answers
their question for me.
Tammy's
soul is bound to me for eternity. “Where are we going?” She asks
as I lead her along the path of no redemption.
“To
hell's eternal damnation.” I reply.
Happy
Halloween Folks
have
a great weekend everyone and thanks for reading this post...
The
Riotous Writer
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