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‘Monsters Come In All Sizes’

07 Friday Nov 2025

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It is another scorcher in southern Texas not far from San Antonio and ten year old Caleb Matthews is enjoying his summer vacation despite the heat and isolation.

With blonde hair, blue eyes and his favorite pair of faded blue denim dungarees Caleb from a distance could easily be mistaken for a modern day Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn but let me tell that this tiny farm boy from Texas is nothing like the two historical figures he is mean and cruel and is to be avoided at all costs and if you are unlucky enough to get close enough to look deep into his eyes you will see but darkness as black as black can be.

Today Caleb is wandering down a worn dusty track surrounded huge live oak trees towards a creek that meanders through the families large cotton ranch in Dripping Springs.

Due to the drought the creek is but a trickle, Caleb doesn’t notice cause all he wants is to sit in the shade for a while and hopefully a cricket or a cockroach will get close enough for him to snatch up and eat or take home to dismantle at his leisure.

Every now and then a tufted titmouse or a yellow kiskadee would swoop down for a drink but they to didn’t hold much interest for Caleb but just when he was about to head home for lunch when a kite lands twenty feet from with a bright yellow insect in its mouth.

Caleb’s skin tingles with anticipation when the bird dropped its meal on the bank of the creek which was a huge mistake because a young killer like Caleb doesn’t need a written invitation for a chance of a midday snack.

After scaring the kite away he bends down and picks up the struggling insect to devour but something about the black and yellow stripped bug stops Caleb, in his tracks.

After a closer inspection he decides to take his catch home so he shoves it into the bib of his dungarees before heading home.

Along the way the insect recovered from its ordeal crawls out but it doesn’t fly away instead the creature makes its way up before settling on Caleb’s bare shoulder.

At home Caleb is greeted by his ma who astonisably hasn’t noticed that he has a passenger on his shoulder ‘Caleb you really should wear your cowboy hat because after all we are in Texas and more importantly it will keep the sun off your face.’

Caleb nods in agreement as he swallows a bite of his bacon and egg sandwich ‘Okay ma i will but where is pa? I haven’t seen him for a couple of days now.’

He went over to Dallas to buy some parts for the tractor he should be home tomorrow, now take your lunch upstairs while I clean up.’

After picking up his plate Caleb turns back’ Ma why is it so cold in here i am covered in goosebumps.’

Feigning ignorance Mary responds’ Is it cold? Can’t say that I have noticed the thermostat must be broken, when your father gets back I will tell him to fix it.’

Once her son is out of earshot Mary mutters’ Fix it? what a laugh the only thing that that asshole could fix was a horse race and even than the dumb prick still lost.’

After making a cup of coffee Mary unlocks the walk in pantry and gazes happily at her naked dead husband silently swings from a meat hook bolted to the roof.

As sips her beverage the harried housewife sweeps her stringy brown hair back from her face than lets her mind drift back to the fateful day a week prior when her fourth husband Ronnie arrived home in a panic yelling ‘Honey I have lost everything at the races, you will have to sell all of your jewelry to keep the wolves from the door and I will sell my vintage car collection.’

Mary is in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes and after hearing what Ronnie had to say her eyes stared at the meat hook in the pantry left over from a bygone age.

When her husband runs into the kitchen wearing his best business suit Mary grabs him by the shoulders to calm him down’ Everything will alright Ronnie you’ll see, now tell me Ronnie how much do you weigh exactly? Bewildered Ronnie blurts out ‘what does that have to do with anything but if you must know I weigh 190 pounds or thereabouts.’

Mary who only weighs 175 pounds sizes up her target before she pounces on her husband lifting him up off the ground ‘Stop struggling Ronnie, sometimes you act like a little boy, you’d think I was trying to kill you or something.’

On entering the pantry Mary begins to run out of puff but after taking a few quick breaths she lifts her husband’s squirming body a few inches above the hook than with a mighty effort Mary slams Ronnie’s body down onto the meat hook.’ there Ronnie, now that wasn’t so bad after all was it? now you just hang around here for a while and i will go upstairs and ask Caleb if is his up for some chocolate ice cream and I bet he is.’

‘Goodbye dearest hang tight.’

After escaping the arctic freeze downstairs Caleb still a little worried about the whereabouts of his father strides over to the windowsill where his collection of insect body parts sit proudly.

Soon he is joined by the yellow jacket and all thoughts about his pa are put on the back burner.

Caleb is happy to see that the wasp has recovered after almost being devoured by the hungry kite and his smile widens when his friend takes flight again circling his room to strengthen its wings.

After looking over to make sure that his bedroom door is locked Caleb reaches under his bed and pulls out an old green hold all that he found hidden in an abandoned barn.

Expecting to find a shit load of boring papers or maybe some old vinyl records imagine the surprise Caleb had when he opened the bag to see three gleaming human skulls surrounded by packing material.

‘What you been up to Pa?’ Caleb wonders as he strokes one of the skulls tenderly ‘When you come home pa and when I am bigger we should team up and become one of the worst killer duo’s the world has ever seen.’

Downstairs Mary has got off the phone with an auctioneer who is in the process of selling her jewelry and all of Ronnies cars and when he said that the sale of the cars should have been done with Ronnie himself present Mary offered him a huge commission which quickly shut him up but Mary knows that one day will talk so when all of the money has been deposited into her account she will to pay him a friendly visit.

A couple of days later Caleb is sitting at the kitchen table a huge plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of a weird tasting bacon substitute ‘Ma what is this bacon substitute actually made from?’

‘I’m not quite sure honey probably tofu or something but don’t worry if you don’t like it I will cook you something else but I must say that it is an acquired taste but the texture reminds me of a meal of spicy canine i ate in Thailand years ago.’

It takes Caleb a few seconds to understand what his mother just said but when he does Caleb races towards the bathroom as fast as his little legs will take him. ‘I am joking Caleb’ Mary laughs at her fleeing son but her face suddenly hardens ‘Toughen up Caleb or I will leave you here hanging beside your father.’

After returning from the bathroom Caleb tries to dodge his mother but she smiles sweetly and hugs him tight’ That joke was in poor taste Caleb and I apologize from the bottom of my heart.’

‘Now what are your plans this morning?

‘I was thinking that I would down to the creek and catch myself a huge bass or two.’

Without waiting for a response Caleb rushes outside grabs his fishing pole and wanders off towards the creek.

Just as he about to reach the track the wasp makes an appearance landing on his masters shoulder’ Hello buddy I thought that you were gone for good so welcome back.

Realizing that he hasn’t named the wasp yet Caleb thinks for a moment before remembering one of his pa’s favorite TV shows from when he was a kid ‘Welcome Back Kotter’

‘Come on Kotter lets go catch us a fish or two because I am getting mighty tired of eating the mystery meat that ma has been serving up lately.’

The water level of the creek is still too shallow for catching good sized fish but Caleb knows that further downstream is a big lagoon but it is mighty close to the neighbors fence line but it is a risk worth taking.

He just hopes that he doesn’t run into the pair of redneck cousins that live in a ramshackle shack located a mere 100 yards away as the crow flies.

Leroy Croce is an 18 year old albino with pink eyes like a rat but he is built like a sumo wrestler in training so he isn’t one to mess with.

His cousin Angus on the other hand is as skinny as a rake and stands an even 6′ with jet back hair that Caleb heard comes from a Native American who passed through town 14years ago leaving a stain on the earth behind him.

After baiting a hook with two juicy worms Caleb casts deep into the lagoon then sits back to wait but after twenty minutes he is getting mighty frustrated so he grabs his pocketknife and begins to sharpen the blade keeping one eye on his fishing line.

Once the blade is honed to perfection Caleb starts to doze off not hearing the freaky cousins as they sneak up behind him ‘Well well well Leroy this pecker head has decided that it is wise to fish in our lagoon, what do you think we should do with him’

‘Leroy has no idea what his cousin just said so he grunts a reply whilst struggling to stop his huge belly from dragging along the ground.

Angus is clearly the leader so Caleb focuses is attention on him and all the fear has gone that he had for Leroy and Angus is gone now that he has seen the pair up close ‘First off numb nuts you are trespassing on my families land and two I don’t take kindly to being threatened by the likes of you and lard ass over there, now fuck off back to your reservation so I can get back to my fishing.’

‘Whoa strong words little man now go sit on that log and open up because are about to suck on some prime indian cock.’

Pretending to be interested Caleb sits on the log making sure that his pocketknife is hidden from view ‘There you go boy get started before I kill you instead.’

‘Is that a turtle neck you’ve got there Angus because it looks like it is retreating back into its shell at a fast rate, maybe you should get your mama to coax it back out.’

Leroy erupts with laughter causing his belly to wobble like a huge tub of jello ‘Stop laughing Leroy or you can suck my cock after little man has finished.’

Yeah come sit next to me Leroy, I’m sure that this won’t be the first time that you have gobbled down on your cousin’s teeny weeny man bits.

Leroy’s jowls turn crimson with anger ‘ Angus you told me that when we were together that it was our own special secret so how does Caleb know?’

‘Shut up you idiot I haven’t told anyone.’

Now it is Caleb’s turn to laugh ‘I swear you two are dumber than a bag of rocks.’

Before the two cretins can react Caleb slices open Leroy disemboweling the huge redneck than he grabs Angus by the gonads severing them with one slice.

Covered in blood and gore Caleb calmly shoves the genitals down Angus’s throat ‘Suck on your own cock asshole.’

Leroy whimpers in pain crying out for his mama unaware that his insides are slivering on their own accord towards the lagoon ‘Sorry that it came to this Leroy but you left me no choice but on the positive side, you have never looked slimmer.’

Leroy offers a ghost of a smile before slipping away to the other side.

Angus is still alive when Caleb approaches his eyes pleading for mercy ‘You will get nothing from me Angus not even a goodbye.’

‘May the birds pick your bones clean after the bears and coyotes have had their fill.’

Caleb’s fishing pole is doing a merry dance telling him that a big fish is on the other end ‘Holy fricking hell’ Caleb laughs as he quickly reels his catch to the bank.

After making sure that he isn’t leaving anything behind Caleb bends down and picks up his huge black bass that must weigh at least 10 pounds.

A noise behind him startles Caleb for a second ( His first thought was that the cousins had come back to life) but he soon relaxes as he watches two big black bears dragging the cousins by the back of the neck into the forest.

Once past the danger zone Kotter decides to make an appearance landing on Caleb’s shoulder ‘You aren’t much of a bodyguard Kotter but I guess your time will come.’

Close to home notices that he is covered in gore and flesh and instead of wiping it off he puts a few pieces into his mouth and as he chews on the morsels Caleb realizes that he has tasted something similar recently but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

Kotter decides that it probably wise to stay outside for a while so he flies off leaving Caleb on hos lonesome to face the music but the youngster is beyond caring what his mother thinks anymore so after discarding the bass on the front porch he strides in ‘Sweet lord Jesus’ Mary shrieks’ Did you decide to wrestle a bear or annoy a honey badger Caleb and how in the hell do you think that I will be able to get those bloodstains out of those dungarees, I am not a miracle worker you know.’

‘Now lets out to the kitchen and you can tell all about your adventure.’

Caleb suddenly realizes that his mother is nuttier than a fruitcake but he follows into the kitchen where on the table sits a large green hold all.’

Seeing that her son is about to flee Mary grabs him by an arm and tells him to sit down ‘Don’t worry Caleb you aren’t in any trouble, now talk.’

‘Well me and Kotter were down by the creek’ ‘Hang on Caleb who in the fuck is Kotter? Mary bursts out laughing ‘Don’t tell me son but is Kotter your new imaginary friend? What happened to the last one? Did you disappear in a puff of smoke or run down a hole following Alice into wonder land?

Caleb gives his mother a stare that shuts her up real quick ‘Do you want to hear about my day or what?’

Mary nods her head and Caleb tells her how he killed the two cousins from next door with his pocket knife gutting one and castrating the other ‘Did you bring any meat home with you Caleb it would taste good in a stew.’

Yeah ma I did bring some meat home I caught a bass its out on the patio, I thought that we could eat it for supper tonight.’

‘We shall eat it tomorrow Caleb because I already have supper in the oven, you will love it i promise, I call it hamburger surprise.’

Caleb doesn’t reply because his attention has shifted to the green bag sitting proudly in the center of the kitchen table ‘Yes Caleb imagine horror when I went out to the barn to pay homage to my first three husbands who I cherished dearly only to discover that the bag containing their skulls was missing and lo and behold where do you think I found them Caleb? ‘That’s right under your bed beside your porn mags and also Caleb while you are here, tell me about the weird insect collection on your bedroom windowsill.’

‘Um I don’t know ma, maybe they flew inside one day and couldn’t get back out, then they most likely died from starvation.’

‘That will do for now Caleb now how about we have a small bowl each of my hamburger surprise and save the rest for supper?

As he eats Caleb smiles for the first time in weeks ‘this actually tastes good ma the meat falls right of the bone, Pa would love it.’

‘He sure would son but you know I think that there is a small piece of your father in every bowl.’

After he has finished eating Caleb turns to his mother ‘Okay mother where is Pa? And this time I won’t the truth.’

Mary ponders for a few seconds before answering ‘You asked for it Caleb so here goes, your father is currently hanging from a meat hook over in the pantry.’

‘So that is why it is always so cold in here? Caleb asks as he stares at the closed pantry door.

‘It is okay Caleb the dead can’t hurt you, go and have a look.’

With tiny steps Caleb walks over and opens the pantry door and silently stares at the mottled flayed body of his pa twisting on the meat hook ‘Oh my God I have been eating pa’s flesh all this time haven’t I ma?’

For once in her life Mary is lost for words but finally utters ‘Yes we have Caleb, now how about we have another bowl of hamburger surprise and talk about it?’

Caleb nods his head because even though he hates himself for it after tasting human flesh both raw and cooked he now has an appetite for more.

While mother and son eat the remaining casserole Mary outlines her plan on how to escape ‘Caleb you have murdered two people so the cops will soon come knocking.’

‘I told the ranch manager a few days ago that due to pa’s disappearance that I have forced to sell up plus i sold all of his cars and my jewelry so along with money from that and from the ranch’s sale we will have quite a tidy sum to survive on until we find our feet someplace else.’

‘Why did you do it ma? Why did you kill pa?

‘I didn’t kill your pa Caleb he committed suicide. ‘Yeah right ma am I supposed to believe that?

‘Believe what you want to believe Caleb but it is true I swear on the graves of my first three husbands.’

‘Last Tuesday I was making coffee when your father walked in and without a word he stripped down naked grabbed a kitchen chair and climbed up on it than he reached up grabbing the rafter in the pantry and with lighting speed he impaled himself on the meat hook.’

‘Bravo ma’ Caleb laughs clapping his hands ‘That a good story you should get a job writing for the San Antonio Times, now tell me the truth and nothing but the truth.’

‘You have always been a little too big for your britches Caleb but alright, your father’s eyes began to stray instead of keeping them on the main prize namely me so he had to go.’

‘Now go upstairs and take a long hot shower and afterwards he will feel refreshed ready to take on the world.’

As he showers a million thoughts swirl around Caleb’s brain but in the end he decides to stick close to his mother and see where their next journey takes them.

Early the next morning the duo pack some of their belongings in Mary’s Mercedes Benz station wagon turn back to say a final farewell to Ronnie Matthews than Mary idles the car down to the front gate.

After opening the gate Caleb buckles up ready for the next stage ‘Huh Caleb sit still and whatever you do stay calm, now don’t look but you have a huge yellow jacket on your left shoulder.’

‘I know ma, let me introduce you to Kotter the friendly wasp.’

‘If you say so Caleb, now lets hit the road but first I need to make a pit stop in town on a personal matter.’

Mary can’t believe her luck as she pulls in right out the front of Brett Furguson’s Auctioneer’s office ‘Hang tight Caleb, can I borrow your pocketknife for a moment I have a feeling that I might need it.’

Behind the reception desk sits Daphne Prine a skinny alabaster skinned 80 year old spinster who still sports a beehive hairstyle that was popular back in the 1960’s.

Good morning Daphne I just need to have a quick word with Brett for a moment if you please.’

Daphne purses her lips in distaste ‘I am sorry Mrs Matthews but Mr Furguson is booked solid until the end of the month and make sure that you make an appointment before you come back.’

‘Now don’t get a bee in your bonnet Daphne, let me have a look at your appointment ledger for this morning.’

Once Daphne reaches for the ledger Mary opens the pocketknife plunging the blade into the old bags hand pinning it to her desk.

Daphne’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish but no sound comes out ‘I tried to be nice to you but you decided that rudeness was the way to go’ Mary scolds turning the ledger around ‘Well look here Brett is free all morning, so you are a liar as well as having no fashion sense.’

Hearing voices outside his office Brett Furguson comes out front to see what is happening and on seeing Mary he takes a step ‘Well look what the cat dragged in, what can I do for you Mary?

‘Well Caleb and I are about to go on a road trip so I need to make sure that the funds from the auction have gone into my account before we leave.’

‘The money from the sale of your jewelry was deposited into your account without any problems but Ronnie’s fleet of vehicles are being held in storage until I personally get an okay from your husband but all attempts to contact him have gone unanswered.’

‘So until I hear from Ronnie the sale of the vehicles will not proceed so please tell your husband to contact this office ASAP to discuss the matter so I am sorry but it looks like you have made a trip into town for nothing.’

Wearing a smug expression on his face Brett grabs May’s arm attempting to steer her towards the exit but then he notices Daphne slumped over her desk with a knife pinning her to it.

Forgetting all about Mary Brett rushes over to his and begins checking for a pulse ‘You crazy bitch, lucky for you it seems that Daphne has fainted, now stay where while I call the police.’

Mary has no intention of sticking around, instead she bounds forward frees the knife plunging it into Brett’s right eye killing him instantly.

Then Mary calmly puts a hand over Daphne’s nose and mouth until she too has died, then she sets fire to the office’s furnishings and carpet to destroy evidence.

Caleb is getting bored sitting around doing nothing, so his relief is evident when his ma finally appears ‘Time to get out of dodge Caleb before all hell breaks loose.’

THE END

Part two coming soon.

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‘Are You Afraid Of The Dark?’

11 Friday Oct 2024

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This story is about a small girl who was abducted back in 2004 and for some reason the perpetrator kept her alive in a dank place that tortured the soul of the innocent girl.

The darkness and loneliness are slowly but surely eating away at her sanity but 9 year old Jessica Campbell from North Haven Miami is determined to stay alive to make sure that the creep who took her away from her family will pay a heavy price for his crime.

It is now 2007 and Jessica Campbell is still hanging on by a thread…….

‘Hello is anybody out there?’

Jessica whimpers when she gets no reply, the cold and the damp are taking a toll plus the scant amount of food that her captor supplies her with every day or so is barely enough but the wish to escape to see her parents again is the driving force that keeps her going from day to day.

The darkness is so dense Jessica’s body clock has no idea if it is night or day plus the stench of her own waste is almost too much to bare but on the bright side Jessica’s hearing has improved immensely so the sound of water dripping nearby is music to her ears plus her amplified hearing makes it easy for her to catch cockroaches when they scurry within reach.

The crunchy critters are hard to swallow but the meat they provide her with must needed sustenance if she is to survive her ordeal.

Jessica knows that it must be years since she was put down in this hellhole with no one to talk to except the voices of her mom and dad telling her to knuckle down and come back home to them ‘I will and the asshole who took me pay with his life.’

‘God knows what I must look like’ the now twelve year old muses ‘I haven’t washed so I must stink like a mule, my hair is so long and full of tangles just like Cousin Itt.’

‘Okay thanks for phoning me Missus Campbell, I understand that it has been a distressing last three years for you and your family and I assure that I will do everything in my power to help locate your missing daughter.’

After ending the phone call Wendy Gatton an investigative crime reporter for the Miami Tribune Goggles the name Jessica Campbell to get more information on her disappearance.

32 year old Wendy is a tall white woman with short black hair who is known for her innate ability to write factual stories that have boosted daily sales of the newspaper but more importantly for Wendy her research has helped the local authorities solve heinous crimes.

Wendy spends every spare hour working the case and 48 hours later she believes she has uncovered enough evidence to run a full front page story on the case, now all she has to do is convince the papers crime editor to print her story.

She discovered that seven other young girls besides Jessica Campbell went missing in northern Florida and just over the border in Georgia between 2002-2004.

All of the girls have long brown hair and they were also taken outside of their schools at around 3.20 in the afternoon.

Is it possible that the authorities in both states haven’t been in communication with each other concerning the missing girls?

At 9am the next morning Brian Freebody the crime editor for the Miami Tribune strolls past Wendy’s desk on his way to his office wearing a custom made grey cotton suit and cowboy boots and today he is sporting a $500 hair cut. ‘Jesus what a show pony’ Wendy muses ‘One day he will trip over his ego and crash back down to earth with a thud.’

Wendy gives her boss fifteen minutes to settle in before knocking on his office door ‘Good morning sir, I have been working on a story for a few days and I believe that the public deserve to see it.’

Sitting behind his desk Freebody looks up at Wendy ‘That is good Wendy, just leave it here and I will peruse it later.’

‘Alright Brian but my story concerns a mother who’s daughter has been missing for three years, plus seven other young girls are also missing so time is of the essence.’

‘I am sure that your story will be of the highest quality like all of your other stories but I haven’t got time to read it right this minute because I have a meeting upstairs with the editor-in-chief Carly Simonson so go back work now and I will call you back in here later today.’

For the next four hours Wendy works on another story silently fuming that her asshole editor still hasn’t got back to her but then just on lunchtime Freebody calls her back into his office ‘Sorry to keep you waiting Wendy, take a seat, well I read your story and I have to say that it doesn’t reach your normal standard of journalism.’

‘What are you talking about Brian? It is a hard hitting story that lets the public know that maybe there is a serial killer in our midst plus the parents of all the missing girls need to know that they haven’t been forgotten and what about the newspaper sales my stories generate?’

‘I appreciate that Wendy but your story lacks substance, go and work on it and I might print your piece next week’.

‘Next week? It will be too late by then, Jessica Campbell and some of the other girls might still be alive.’

‘Get a grip Wendy, three years have passed since the girls went missing so the chances of any of the girls are still alive is less than zero.’

‘And Missus Gratton you seem to have forgotten that I am in charge here not you, now leave my office before you are put on suspension.’

Wendy is close to tears as she stands ‘I can see that you are upset Wendy so take the rest of the day off and think about your position here at the newspaper.’

After storming out Wendy quickly unlocks her car and drives out of the underground carpark in a huff but as soon as she hits the freeway Wendy realizes that she had left her story on Freebody’s desk but there is no way in hell that she will go back and grab it because Wendy knows that she might strangle the obnoxious prick of an editor.

Once home Wendy pours herself a glass of wine before booting up her laptop.

She can’t get forget Jessica Campbell’s mother’s pleading phone call yesterday, the distress in her voice was palpable and it left Wendy numb.

Sitting in front of her computer Wendy racks her brain for some inspiration but nothing comes to mind so she pulls up a map of Florida and Georgia and leans in close to really study the map where the kidnappings took place and immediately she notices numerous abandoned mines scattered around both states.

Feeling a little better Wendy phones Captain Michael Brady her police contact at Dade County.

”Well if it isn’t Wendy Gratton herself, have you won a Pulitzer Prize yet?

Wendy smiles ‘Not yet Mike, would it be possible to meet somewhere tonight? I am working on a missing person’s case and I really need your help.

After telling Brady all about how her editor refused to publish her story about Jessica Campbell and the other missing girls and her theory about the abandoned mines the pair agree to meet at Dolphins beach cafe at eight o’clock.

After locking her apartment Wendy walks over to a nearby news stand to buy a copy of the Tribune’s late edition but when she gets closer the headline ‘SERIAL KILLER?’ screams out at her.

‘Brian Freebody, this time you have gone too far.’

Tucking the paper in her bag Wendy makes her way towards the shoreline with her anger growing stronger every second.

Reaching Dolphin Beach Wendy strolls into the cafe and takes a seat at a table looking out at the tumbling waves but she doesn’t take in the pleasant vista.

When the waiter brings her espresso Wendy thanks him before laying the Tribune on the table than she reads the front page feature story and aside from a few minor changes the story is exactly as she wrote it ‘Just you wait until I get into the office tomorrow Freebody because the doo doo is going to hit the fan.’

A few minutes later Captain Mike Brady arrives, Wendy stands and gives her friend a hug ‘I haven’t ordered yet Mike, get what you want because I will be putting the bill on my work expenses card.’

They both order a cheeseburger with fries plus a pot of coffee and as they wait Wendy tells Mike about the missing girls ‘Jessica Campbell’s mother rang me the other day worried that her daughter’s case might have been forgotten so I told her that I would look into it.’

I am familiar with the case Wendy and I assure you that one of my officers is working on it but there aren’t that many leads to go on.’

Wendy grabs her cell phone from her bag and shows Mike the picture of the abandoned mines bordering both Florida and Georgia ‘I am aware of these mines Wendy but I haven’t got the resources to search them all plus and I don’t mean to sound callous but it has been three years so it would most likely be a recovery effort.’

‘I realize that Mike but couldn’t a K9 unit search the mines closest to where Jessica went missing because there are only four or five of them I think.’

Down in the mine shaft Jessica’s physical health has improved slightly because she has been able to catch plenty of worms, crickets and cockroaches to keep hunger at bay plus with all the moisture in the shaft Jessica has been able to quench her thirst but the darkness and the cold has sapped her mental strength significantly to almost breaking point.

The next morning arrives early waiting for Freebody to make an entrance and when he does Jessica is hot on his tail entering his office before he can close the door ‘Good morning Brian, do you remember yesterday when you told to ‘Think about my position here at the paper? Well i have taken your advice and I have come to the conclusion that I can no longer here as long as you are the editor, so I resign effective immediately.’

‘I will need a resignation letter plus it is customary for an employee to give two weeks notice.’

‘That is correct but it is also customary for a boss to give guidance and nurture an employee not stab them in the back and claim their work as your own.’

‘Oh, did I mention that I know Carly Simonson the editor-in-chief upstairs and your boss very well, we grew up together so maybe you should start cleaning out your desk.’

The look on Freebody’s face is priceless ‘I will leave my resignation letter on my desk Brian, bye for now.’

Wendy doesn’t bother writing the letter but she does send a quick email upstairs.

At home Wendy is busy packing her groceries away when her landline rings ‘Hello is this Wendy Gratton?

‘Yes, who am I speaking to?’

My name is Peter Robotham the crime editor at the Miami Herald, I hear that you might be looking for a new job?’

‘News sure does trave fast in this town but yes I do need a job.’

‘Carly Simonson rang me a few minutes ago and I vacancy for a crime reporter if you are interested.’

‘I sure am Peter, could I come to your office first thing in the morning?’

‘Yes that is fine Wendy, see you tomorrow, bye.’

Wendy can’t believe her luck but before she can pour a glass of wine to celebrate her phone rings again.

‘Hello Wendy just letting you know that I have a team and a K9 unit searching some of the old abandoned mines within a 20 mile radius from where Jessica Campbell missing back in 2004 plus I also informed the authorities up in Georgia of the situation and they promised me that they will look into it.’

‘But the best news Wendy is that the mine on Springmount Road has signs of recent activity and as we speak the K9 unit is moving in for a closer look.’

‘That is great news Mike I am on my way to the Campbell residence and I will stay there until I hear back from you.’

Trooper Donavan a young white man who has been part of the K9 team for six years holds onto his bloodhound’s lead as closes in on the mine ‘Slow down Marcie we need to wait for other troopers to arrive.’ but Marcie isn’t interested in waiting, she pulls Donavan forward for twenty feet before dropping to the ground beside some rusty sheets of corrugated iron.

‘Good girl Marcie, you have earned a reward now lets go play with your favorite toy shall we.’

A forensics team move in and quickly take photo’s of the iron and the surrounds especially the tire tracks and flattened grass area that the police units carefully avoided.

After forensics give permission the iron sheets are cleared away revealing a round wide shaft opening into the unknown.

‘Good job team’ Captain Mike Brady says taking charge of the situation ‘Lets shine some light down into the shaft to see if we can see what the dog reacted to.’

‘Fifty feet below Jessica Campbell is laying on the damp cold ground just waiting to die when she hears voices from above, opening an eye the teenager notices that for the first time since her capture she can see the sky above but when a bright light hits her face Jessica’s eyes burn so she cowers away into the darkness.

‘I don’t believe what I am seeing’ a rookie holding the light utters ‘There is somebody down there but she just moved away from the light but I swear I saw an old woman with long white hair.’

One of the troopers suggests that they bring in a helicopter ‘Might be dangerous with all of the trees around plus the power lines’ Brady responds ‘But I will put in a request, in the meantime call down the shaft and tell the person that we are here to help and she will be brought back to the surface as soon as we can reach her.’

After thinking about the situation Brady calls for a S.W.A.T team ‘Okay everyone a S.W.A.T team is on the way so prepare to assist, also the press will probably be here soon so keep them away and guys keep an eye out for any suspicious activity because the perpetrator could be watching us right this minute.’

Brady was 100% correct because just as he thought because the perp mingled with the journalists but unfortunately for Brady as soon as the S.W.A.T team arrived the perp slinked away unnoticed.

20 minutes later a S.W.A.T member is lowered into the shaft and he soon encounters a wild haired crazy eyed female making strange grunting animals noises holding a hand over her face to shield her eyes from the glare of the spotlight. ‘Holy shit, I might have a situation here.’ the S.W.A.T officer whispers to himself so to calm the female down he moves the light away from her face ‘Jessica? Is your name Jessica Campbell? Your momma is mighty worried about you so if you can come to me and I will take you home.’

After another series of animal sound’s the person slowly slides along the damp ground until she reaches her rescuer ‘Hold on Jessica, once I have tied to securely to myself we will go up into the sunshine.’

And with a quick tug on a rope the pair are pulled up towards the surface and when they appear all of the police break out in applause but they quickly step back at the stench aminating from the girl.

Jessica starts screaming when the sunshine hits her face ‘Jesus look at her eyes they are on fire’ one of the troopers gasps.

‘Cover her face for God sake’ Brady yells at the trooper ‘If you had been stuck down a mine shaft for over three years you would be screaming to, now put her in your cruiser and transport the child to General hospital ASAP.’

As soon as he knows that Jessica is in safe hands Brady calls her parents ‘Hello this is Captain Brady from Dade County can I speak to Lorna Campbell.’

‘Oh lord, please tell me that Jessica is alive and well.’

‘Yes she is Lorna but she is in bad shape as you can understand, she is unable to talk at the moment and mentally Jessica is very frail.’

‘She is currently being transported to General hospital so make your way there but when you see your daughter be prepared for a shock because you will not recognize her at first.’

‘My husband and I can’t thank you enough for not giving up searching for Jessica and how she survived is a miracle.’

‘Take care Lorna, I am mighty happy that you finally have good news but the person you should thank is Wendy Gratton because she is the one who pushed me in the right direction.’

Wendy and the Campbells hug in the middle of living room still not quite believing that Jessica has overcome her ordeal.

A week later Wendy visits the hospital and is led to an isolation room by a friendly nurse ‘Please when you enter make no loud noises plus the patient is unable to speak, she just makes weird grunting sounds so it would be best to remain silent.’

When the nurse opens the door Wendy is shocked at the sight of Jessica’s long silver hair and scaly white skin plus she has two large cotton pads covering both of her eyes and another strange thing is that two large flashlights sit on the table next to her bed.

Sensing that someone is watching her Jessica looks over towards Wendy who remains silent as her tears run down her cheeks.

Suddenly Jessica reaches up and rips the bandages from her eyes but this time Wendy can’t remain silent because Jessica’s eyes are now bright pink like an albino’s.

At the sound of Wendy’s scream the nurse comes rushing in ‘Oh sorry I should have warned you but I wasn’t expecting her to remove the bandages.’

Wendy looks at Jessica again and this time the girl smiles at her ‘I am glad that you are safe Jessica, now just rest and let the nurses look after you.’

Once they are outside the room asks the nurse about Jessica’s eyes ‘Will they return to normal and what’s the go with the flashlight’s?’

‘We had a power outage a few nights back and the patient went berserk at the sudden darkness so the doctor believes that the patient has Nyctophobia which is a condition where someone is afraid of the dark and concerning the patients eyes all I can say is that she will receive the best treatments available now I need to return to the patient.’

Wendy shudders as she walks away because Jessica’s situation reminds her of the poor girl in that old horror movie ‘The Exorcist.’

THE END.

Part Two coming soon.

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‘Hands Of Vengeance’ Part Three’

13 Thursday Jun 2024

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blood, electric chair, horror, horror gore, murder, old sparky, prison, revenge, San Quentin

Before.

Elijah Pope a young black man with a few petty crimes to his name is casually strolling along Maple Street Orange county California enjoying the sun shine when suddenly he is surrounded by a dozen squad cars and hauled off to jail.

The date is 6th July 2011 and Elijah is shocked when a Detective informs him that he is being charged with multiple murders and will held in custody until his court date.

Elijah knows that he hasn’t killed anyone and doesn’t understand how the cops could make such a mistake but he is confident that when he stands trial the judge will throw out all charges against him.

A month later he appeared before judge Walter B Carruthers charged with murdering twenty people.

His defense lawyer Paul Drew seeing that the evidence against his client is overwhelming offers only token counsel letting the prosecution railroad proceedings and after a ten week trial he is sentenced to death despite proving that he was out of state when five of the murders occurred.

Judge Carruthers stated that the DNA evidence proved beyond doubt that he was guilty of the heinous crimes and the only suitable punishment was death by electric chair.

Pope in a fit of rage attacked his defense lawyer before being dragged away by four court marshals screaming ‘You haven’t seen the last of me Mr Drew and Judge Carruthers, I will come back from the grave and drag you two down to hell.’

As the courtroom clears a young man very similar to Pope in appearance pulls a hat down over his face before walking out satisfied with the verdict.

Twelve years later just before dawn on the 21st September 2023 after exhausting all avenues of appeal Elijah Pope is escorted into the execution chamber by a half dozen guards where he is quickly tied into the electric chair with thick leather bindings.

A guard snaps a meta skullcap into place and Pope looks into the viewing room to see who up to watch him die, he is pleased to see his parents sitting front and centre but his mood shifts when he notices Paul Drew his defense lawyer looking back at him ‘One day motherfucker you will die by my hands’ Pope promises Drew who steps back in fright.

‘Enough Pope’ Warden Ian Baldacci a crusty old Irishman proclaims ‘Do you have any more last words before you meet your maker?’

‘I am an innocent man Warden and if you kill me today i promise that i will come back and take you amongst others down to hades where they too will meet their maker.’

At 5 am Warden Baldacci waits for the prison chaplain to finish his prayers for the condemned prisoner then he flicks the switch causing Pope to thrash and buck around violently.

Smoke fills the confined space thankfully because it blocked his parents from what happened next to their sons body, both of his eyeballs exploded and his cranium caught fire but worst of all was when the leather bindings around his hands dug deep into his flesh.

Popes skin was half cooked which caused the bindings to easily sever both of his hands that fell to the ground with a thump.

At 5.22 Pope was pronounced deceased and soon he was put into a pine box along with both of his hands and loaded onto the back of a truck and driven down to a dank corner of San Quentin and buried in an unmarked grave.

Three months later on a moonless night a pair of hands break through the dirt covering Popes remains and astoundingly the skin on the hands are unblemished free from any signs of decay.

The hands quickly scale the wall of the prison, slither under the razor wire and fall down the other side free to avenge their owners execution.

Vengeance will happen come hell or highwater.

After waiting for a few hours the pair of hands hitch hike a ride on a sanitation truck.

Just on 8.30 the hands seemingly knowing where exactly to jump off their ride do the deed and land outside a large building then scramble to a small garden near the entrance.

Ten minutes world renowned orthopedic surgeon Edwin Rothchild takes a seat near the garden to smoke a cigarette and to his astonishment he notices movement then the pair of black hands emerge like an octopus from it’s secret garden.

A patient of his, Patrick Redman, lost both of his hands in a boating accident back in September but due to having A B Negative blood one of the rarest types of blood in the USA he has been unable to find a suitable donor.

Knowing that it was completely unethical Doctor Rothchild picks up the hands takes them upstairs to his office where he disinfects the hands takes a small blood sample before placing the hands in a sterile cooler.

Just before lunch he gets an email from pathology and the results are positive, the blood from the donated hands match Patrick Redman’s blood type.

Rothchild immediately organizes an operation for tomorrow morning and after a marathon procedure the hands were successfully attached and a month later Redman was released from hospital a new man even though he now had black hands on his white body.

Redman’s recovery astounds his physiotherapist who has never seen a patient rebound so quickly and two weeks later he is released from the hospital and sent home.

Patrick is grateful for his new hands even though they came from a black man, he continued to improve everyday and was looking forward to going back to work and visiting his parents in Virginia.

After stepping out of the shower a few days later Patrick notices sometime written on the steamed up mirror I AM BACK MOTHERFUCKERS-ELIJAH POPE.

Panicking Patrick wipes the mirror clean and after dressing he boots up his laptop and Goggles Elijah Pope. ‘What in the fuck? They gave me the hands from a dead serial killer.’

Looking at the offending hands Patrick shakes in horror because the black skin has crept up his arms just past his elbow and when he looks down below his boxer shorts and his skin there is now black just below his knees.

After downing a triple scotch Patrick lies down on the couch to settle his nerves and sleep off the booze but as he dozes his DNA is still being taken over from the DNA of a very dangerous man seeking vengeance for his unjust execution.

A week later Elijah Pope leaves the apartment leaving the memory of Patrick Redman behind.

Knowing exactly where is he headed Pope jumps on a bus which takes him within a half mile of his first target Warden of San Quenton Warden Ian Baldacci.

Inside his home Baldacci is soaking in his tub relaxing after another hard day when the bathroom day is kicked in and a vaguely familiar black man enters holding a metal toaster ‘Good afternoon Warden I hope that you have washed all of your sins away because I am here to avenge my execution.’

‘Remember me Warden?

‘Pope? But it can’t be I saw you die and I also watched while you were buried just to make sure that you that you were never coming back.’

‘Well here I am Warden to let you know that you executed an innocent man when you killed me that day.’

While Pope was talking he plugged the toaster into an outlet and without another word tossed the toaster into the soapy water than stood back and watched as his first victim on his quest died in a shower of sparks.

NOW.

Pope feeling hungry after the killing wandering into the kitchen and made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and as he ate Elijah went upstairs looking for cash to and soon found $600 in a dresser draw.

Downstairs pope grabs the Warden’s car keys and his service weapon than he re enters the bathroom and after unzipping he unleashes a torrent of piss all over the burnt body floating in the tub. ‘See you in hell Warden.’

After washing his hands Pope looks into the mirror and is happy to see his own reflection looking back at him’ Welcome back Pope now lets go kill more of the fuckers who found me guilty and sent me to the chair for a crime I didn’t commit.’

While he drives the Warden’s BMW along Santa Monica Blvd Pope to careful to stay under the speed limit because the last thing he needs is to attract attention to himself.

He completely ignores the ocean views because his mind has gone back to the day when he was found guilty of murdering 13 young females when he could prove that he was out of state when five of the murderers were committed? Plus how could the authorities conclusively say that the DNA found at all of the scenes.

Slamming his hand against the steering wheel Pope knows that the only theory that makes any sense is that he has a twin brother that his parents never told him about but surely his parents would have spoken up at his trial if that was the case?

Elijah wants answers and he wants them now but than he decides that his parents can wait awhile because first he will visit judge Walter B Carruthers a man who seems to think that he is beyond reproach.

After he has taken care of the judge pope plans on killing his so called defense attorney who just sat in his chair ignoring flaws in the prosecutions case.

While pope’s anger rages 30 miles away at the Redman household his sister who has been trying to contact her brother for three days is inside looking for signs of a struggle or another reason why Patrick has gone off the grid and.

Wendy knows that Patrick still recovering from the operation where he received a double hand transplant should be at home convalescing so she calls 911 to report her brother missing.

But unfortunately the police will be searching for a person who no longer exists or does he?

Growing frustrated Pope doesn’t know where to find his next two victims but it is a weekday so maybe they are both at the courthouse but where in the fuck is the courthouse screams as he again slams the steering wheel.

‘The courthouse is located at 38 Scyamore Avenue Los Angeles in three miles takes the exit.’

Elijah cant get a grip on where the voice is coming from but he gets an instant boner that he begins to rub.

God the voice sounds as sexy as hell ‘Hey lady what is your name?’

‘I am Siri, ask me a question and I will answer it.’

‘Um okay, does a bear really shit in the woods?’

‘No sir they use the restroom at the nearest gas station and use groundhog fur to wipe their butts.’

‘Haha good one Siri, now listen carefully because this is a serious question Is my cock the longest in the county?’

‘I can’t tell from here sir, why don’t you stick it out the window and let the cops decide.’

‘Jesus Siri you have a sexy voice but you really need to develop a sense of humour.’

‘But enough with the small talk Siri, now how about you still me the quickest way to the courthouse and make it snappy because I have a killing to attend to and hopefully I will be able to kill two birds with one stone.’

‘Sure thing Shorty. in 500 yards take a left on Metcalfe Street’ Pope bites his tongue and turns as directed ‘In 300 yards turn left on Ridgeway’

Seething inside continues to drive ‘In another 800 yards turn into Oceanview Avenue.’

Pope can’t stay quite any longer ‘I will have you know Siri that the only thing short about me is my temper so please keep your opinion to yourself.’

‘You have reached your destination, now before you exit your vehicle please make sure that everything is in place because the last thing the public needs to see is a one inch man in full bloom, have a nice day.’

‘Jesus what a fucking bitch’ Pope snarls as he parks and turns the engine off.

Pope sits inside the stolen BMW for a few moments to get his bearings and scope out the courthouse.

After a few minutes Pope steps out into the midday sun leaving a full palm print on the windscreen just so the authorities know who they are dealing with, Elijah Pope is back and soon the streets of Los Angeles will glisten as the blood of his victims pools before flowing into the gutters of hell.

As he trots up the courthouse steps Pope’s face lights up when he notices his defense lawyer Paul Drew sitting on a park bench just metres away eating his lunch while reading a newspaper.

Pope doesn’t notice the carefully manicured flower beds as he walks down a gravel path because he hasn’t come for a picnic Elijah is here to inflict pain and avenge another who did him wrong.

‘Um excuse me but are the attorney Paul Drew by any chance?’

Drew looks up at the young black man standing before him who looks vaguely familiar ‘Yes I am attorney Drew can I help you with something?’

‘Yes I would like to discuss a case with you if I may?’

‘Of course but I am on my lunch break so just call my office and make an appointment and talk about any legal matter that you have.’

Taking a seat on the bench Pope looks into the eyes of a man who has no idea that his life is about to come to a grisly end ‘The case that I want to talk about happened in July 2012 and you were my attorney but you did little in the way of defending me, instead you sat back and let the prosecutor railroad my case and in turn I was found guilty of murdering 13 women even though i proved that I was in another state when five of the murders occurred.’

Drew lowers his newspaper and for the first time looks at the intruder and when he finally recognizes the man sitting a few feet away his bowels turn to water ‘My God Pope? It can’t be I watched you die in the chair and I saw your pine box lowered into the ground before the hole was filled in with dirt.’

‘Pope you were convicted because your DNA was found on all of the victims so there was little that I could do to save you.

Elijah can see that life has been kind to Paul Drew but it is about to get a whole lot worse ‘Did it ever occur to you that I might have a twin brother who would be guilty of the murders? Because being twins we would share the same DNA.’

Drew is growing increasingly anxious and continually wipes his palms on the crumpled suit pants that he has worn into court for over a decade than fitting his appearance because he looks a lot like the ‘smoking man’ character on the old X Files show Drew lights a cigarette to calm his nerves and work out a way that he can escape and warn the court guards.

‘Do you have a twin brother Pope?

‘Not that I know of but it is the only explanation because I didn’t murder anyone.’

Sensing that Drew is about to call for help Elijah leans forward begins to squeeze the attorneys throat ‘Sorry Drew you seem like a nice enough fellow but you sent an innocent to the chair and for that I sentence you to death.’

It takes five minutes but eventually Drew stops struggling and dies in Pope’s arms ‘Excuse me but what is going on over there.’

Pope spins around to see an elderly woman walking a small dog approaching him ‘Thank God you are here, I think this man is having a heart attack, can you ring 911?’

Thankfully the lady stops in her tracks to call for help and when the paramedics arrive a few minutes later to assist Drew he slinks away unnoticed.

A big crowd has gathered to see what is happening and Pope uses the diversion to walk up the courthouse steps in search of Judge Walter B Carruthers, the man who sentenced him to death and to his surprise Carruthers is standing on the top step a mere twenty feet away.

Removing a steak knife that he stole from the Wardens home Pope walks up the steps and without fear plunges the knife between the judge’s ribs into his heart killing him instantly.

Pope would have liked to have had a chance to look into the judge’s eye so that he knew who had killed him but it wasn’t to be it wasn’t to be instead he lowers the judge to the ground and screams ‘Please help me, I think he is having a stroke or something.’

When a few court guards rush over Pope stands back than casually walks back down the steps than turns around and looks directly into a security camera to give the cops positive proof that a ghost from the past is back to spill as much blood as he can.

Pope is smart enough to know that his run of good luck won’t last forever so he needs to find a place to lay low for awhile.

Warden Baldacci’s body was found by his housekeeper not long after his murder.

Esamelda a middle aged Mexican immigrant who has worked for the Mister Baldacci for over a decade knew something was wrong as soon as she opened the front door and smelt the odour of burnt flesh than the distressed woman followed the smell into the bathroom where she discovered her boss’s pink blistered body floating in the bath tub.

A squad car is the first to arrive, one of the uniformed officers walks around to the backyard to make sure that the perpetrator isn’t lurking around whilst the other officer is confronted by Esamelda who has been waiting outside. “Please hurry my boss is dead in bath tub and he smell bad.’

Not really knowing what he is walking into the officer draws his service weapon before opening the front door, as soon as he enters the smell of burnt meat hits him ‘Jesus it smells like someone has spit roasted a hog in here and forgot about it.’

After scoping out the rest of the house the officer goes back outside, closes the front door than he tells Esamelda that the house is now a crime scene and that she is not to enter under any circumstances ‘No worry me not go inside but officer boss’s car gone maybe killer take it.’

Detective Eric Robinson and his partner Marc Freed arrive on the scene quickly followed by people from the crime lab.

Robinson is a huge black man who has been on the force for almost twenty years, he was an excellent quarterback in college and looked set for a great football career but when his younger sister Sabine was found murdered Eric joined the police academy after college.

His partner Marc Freed is a new detective joining the ranks just a month ago, with pasty white skin and eye glass’s he wouldn’t look out of place at a nerd convention.

After speaking to the pair of uniformed officers guarding the front door Robinson and Freed enter the crime scene and they are soon joined by the medical examiner Melanie Brewster a young quirky woman with multi coloured hair ‘Good morning Detectives lets see what we have.’

‘Smells like a BBQ to me’ says Freed ‘My Papa used to make a mean pork roast when I was a kid.’

Immediately on entering the bathroom Dr Brewster points to all of the fingerprints covering the bathroom mirror ‘I bet that these prints will not match those of our victim, when my assistant arrives I will get him to canvass the whole house for more prints.

‘Of course we will need to eliminate the housekeeper and Mister crispy here but I have a creepy feeling about this one, leaving all of his prints on the mirror it is like he is taunting us.’

‘How do you know that the prints belong to a male Punky? Robinson enquires.

Brewster ignores the use of her nickname ‘Well first off I can’t see a female killing a man in his bathroom with a toaster, a woman is more likely to use a small pistol or spike a drink with poison plus our victim has been urinated on which would be easier for a man to do but I could be wrong and if I am I will gladly buy you a box of Krispy Kreme’s Bubba.’

Robinson smiles on hearing his old nickname from his college days. ‘Touche’ Doctor. could you please send some prints off to the lab pronto because the sooner that we caught this sicko the better.’

‘Will do and I will try to send you my full report by tomorrow at the latest.’

After saying goodbye to Brewster Robinson and Freed go outside to interview the housekeeper.

They find her sitting in her vehicle near the curb crying silently, she cringes away when she notices a huge black man approaching, then she remembers that she saw him enter Mister Baldacci’s house earlier so she exits her battered old ford to greet them ‘Hello policeman I hope you catch bad man soon’.

Robinson smiles at the housekeeper to reassure her ‘We will do all we can to find the perpetrator, now I am Detective Robinson and this is my partner Detective Freed, can I please have your name and the name of the deceased?

‘My name is Esmarelda Garcia and I have been cleaning for Mister Baldacci for a decade.’

‘Thank you Esmarelda now tell me all you know about your employer.’

‘Mister Baldacci was retired and lived alone ever since his wife Mary died in an auto crash back in 2020 and they have two children but I have never met them, I think they move down south somewhere.’

‘Mister Baldacci worked at San Quentin before he retire, He was the warden or something and his car gone, killer maybe took it?

‘What type of vehicle was it?

‘A shiny white BMW.’

‘Thank you again, now give Detective Freed your address and phone number while I go talk to the uniforms.’

Robinson asks one of the cops guarding the front door to start talking to the neighbours if they have seen anything and report directly to me if they tell you something important.’

After telling Esmarelda that she should go home Robinson joins Freed who is sitting in the driver seat of their squad car ‘Back to the bat cave Robin and step on it.’

‘Did any of the neighbours tell you anything useful Freed?

‘Most of them didn’t notice anything unusual but one did, he said that he saw the victim’s vehicle drive from the scene around 10.30 this morning so least we have a timeline of when the murder happened.’

‘Good work Freed, hopefully we can solve this case quickly, with all of the fingerprints left behind Brewster should be able to identify the perpetrator if he is in the data base and I would be mighty surprised is he isn’t.’

While Robinson is contemplating whether to ask Freed to pull over at Krispy Kreme so he could grab a tray of assorted donuts when dispatch radioed to inform him about a double homicide outside the courthouse on Sycamore.

Freed activates the lights and siren and heads towards Sycamore ‘Step on it Freed because I have a feeling that we will locate Baldacci’s BMW near the courthouse.’

They arrive to complete mayhem with people blocking the street trying to see what is happening, Freed jumps out as soon as he parks, screaming at a few uniformed Freed tells them to remove the rubberneckers from the crime scene then tape off the whole block ‘If anyone complains take them in for loitering.’

‘Good work Freed, now lets go see who our two victims are’ Freed follows his superior up the steps where a victim is laying under a sheet.

The Detective in charge confronts Robinson ‘Hello Bubba, Richard Hartly 45th precinct’

‘Hello Hartley, this is my partner Detective Freed, now has anyone identified the victims yet.?’

‘Yes’ Hartley replies pointing down to the blood stained ‘This victim is the honorable judge Walter B Carruthers and the other victim was slain just over there in the park, he has been identified as a local defense attorney Paul Drew.’

‘What about the murder weapon?

‘Drew was strangled and the judge was stabbed with a knife that was left beside the judges body, it was bagged and sealed as evidence.’

‘Plus all of the CCTV evidence will be collected and hopefully we will be able to identify the perpetrator, I can’t say much more until the medical examiner see’s the bodies and performs the autopsies.’

‘Thanks Hartley send me all of your notes and I will Doctor Brewster to do the same.’

After saying goodbye Robinson and Freed walk towards the park but Robinson stops in his tracks ‘Look across the road Freed and tell me that you see a brand new white BMW ‘Sure do partner but how do you know that it belongs to Baldacci ‘I don’t but I have a gut feeling about it.’

After returning to the squad car Robinson types the number plate into the computer ‘Well what do you know Robin the BMW does indeed belong to Ian Baldacci and Brewster we surely find a shitload of prints all over it and also we have a warden a judge and an attorney all murdered within an hour of each other.’

‘All we have to do is find a connection between the three men and when we do we will know who the killer is.’

Six miles away Pope is sitting on a bus heading south, he has no idea where he is going, all he needs is to find someplace safe to hide out for a while.

When the bus almost reaches the city limits of Santa Barbara Pope notices a small sign advertising a room for rent out front of a modest bungalow.

Alighting from the bus Pope walks back to the bungalow and after sizing the place up he walks up to the front door and knocks ‘Can I help you young man’ an elderly white lady asks from behind a locked screen door ‘Um yes my name is Ethan Pugh, how much a week to rent the room?’

‘$180 a week plus utilities but if you help me with the chores and drive me to different places once in a while you can stay rent free.

Once again Pope’s luck stands firm ‘Okay you have a deal, when can I move in?

‘Dont you want to inspect the room first Mister Pugh?’

‘That wont be necessary I trust you.’

‘Come inside young man, my name is Evelyn Carter, let me show you to your room.’

Pope follows the old lady down to the back of the bungalow until they reach a spacious room with a double bed and it’s own bathroom ‘This was my son’s room but Richard never made it home from Vietnam.’

‘Sorry for your loss Missus Carter, the room is perfect.’

‘After spending all afternoon trying to find a connection between the three murders Robinson and Freed have found nothing of consequence, even a sugar hit from a dozen donuts failed to provide an answer.

But just as they were about to head home Robinson’s cell lit up ‘ Well if it isn’t Doctor Brewster, I hope that you have some good news for me?

‘Well yes and no Bubba, first I have identified the killer through fingerprint and CCTV evidence and that evidence is 100% conclusive but here is the part that you won’t like, the fingerprints belong to a dead man.’

‘What are you talking about Brewster a dead man? There must be some kind of mistake?’

‘The prints have been analyzed a few times plus the CCTV evidence shows a perfect match to the dead man’s mug shot, the perpetrator is one Elijah Pope who was convicted of murder 2012 and he was executed at San Quentin on the 21 September 2023 and buried in the prison the same day’

Robinson can’t believe what he is hearing but he stays calm ‘Okay Punky, I need to exhume Pope’s remains and take a DNA sample to make sure that we are talking about the same man so I will send an email to the judge requesting an exhumation order post haste.’

‘Okay Bubba let me know when you get it and I will meet you at San Quentin.’

Two days later on a typical sunny Califorian morning Robinson and Freed arrive at San Quentin armed with the exhumation order and an hour later once the paperwork has been cleared they are driven down to a dank dark corner of the prison to find Doctor Brewster standing near a plot of ground waiting for the digger to start scooping the dirt from the grave.

Watched by the Warden and other state officials a pine box is brought to the surface and lowered to the ground.

At first no one notices anything unusual but then Brewster takes a closer look and notices that the lid of the pine box is splintered in the middle, Brewster calls the warden and Robinson over and the trio inspect the small opening ‘It is almost like something escaped from inside Pope’s coffin.’ the Warden gasps.

A prison trustee steps forward with a crowbar ‘Quickly man’ the Warden screams ‘Get that lid open then step back.’

Once the lid is removed everyone present inhales sharply because inside the pine box a pristine body stares back at them with unseeing eyes ‘How it that possible’ Robinson asks Brewster ‘He should be nothing but skin and bones.’

‘I don’t understand it either Bubba but have another look and tell me what you see.’

Robinson leans in ‘Holy fucking shit, the body is missing both hands.’

‘Well I guess that explains the fingerprints.’

‘Yes it does’ Robinson replies ‘But how did a pair of hands escape from being buried six feet under the ground and are now walking around killing people in the same body that is laying at our feet?’

Freed shakes his head while Brewster takes skin and blood samples than all of the onlookers walk away except for the digger man who once again lowers Popes body back into the dirt.

THREE MONTHS LATER.

Down in Santa Barbara Elijah Pope using the alias Ethan Pugh has settled in nicely at Evelyn Carters bungalow, the two opposites instantly clicked, Elijah has helped his elderly friend with her shopping done most of the work around the house and has even painted the interior walls cream.

Today Mrs Carter is seated in the backseat of her old Plymouth wagon giving Elijah directions to her garden club’ take the next left Ethan we are almost.’

Feeling a bit like Morgan Freeman is that old movie ‘Driving Miss Daisy’ he does as asked and pulls in to the curb ‘Thanks Ethan, Oh I have been meaning to tell you but the skin on the back of your neck has turned white, you might want to go to a doctor and get it checked out.’

Pope trying not to panic replies ‘Thanks Mrs Carter I will go to a doctor tomorrow, have a good time with your friends call me when you want to go home.’

When he arrives back at the bungalow Pope strips off his clothes goes into Mrs Carters room and stands in front of her full length mirror ‘Holy shit the motherfucker who got my hands must be reclaiming his body.’

Most of Pope’s body is covered in white splotches, even his hair is starting to straighten and turn light brown.

Elijah knows that he has to confront his parents before it is too late.

After throwing a few things into a travel bag Elijah runs out to the Plymouth Pope hightails it back to garden centre and calls Mrs Carter ‘Hello Evelyn, I need to get of town for a while, my parents are having a few health issues.’

‘I know all about your parents and how they let you down Elijah, Yes, I know your name is Elijah Pope, take my car and do what you think needs doing, you have been good to me and for that reason I will you a 24 hour head start before I call the police, goodbye Elijah.’

As Elijah drives towards Armadillo Texas Patrick Redman’s DNA continues to fight the foreign DNA that has invaded his body and even though the battle isn’t over right now Redman is winning the fight.

Michael Pope and Wendy his wife of forty years are preparing for bed when a knock on the front door startles them both, they don’t get many visitors especially at night so being the dutiful husband Michael who’s nickname is Fred because of his resemblance to Fred Flintstone strides over and opens the front door only to step back in bemusement ‘Who are you ? And what do you want at this hour?’

On the stoop stands a weird looking black man with a very bad case of vitilago ‘Hello dad, can’t you recognize your own son, it’s me Elijah and I am after revenge.’

Wendy who has been hiding behind her husband screeches in horror and would have collapsed to the floor if Elijah hadn’t rushed forward and caught her.

After making sure that his mother was okay Elijah steers her onto a couch and tells his father to go sit next to her ‘Is this some kind of trick’ Fred demands ‘ Because we saw with our own eyes Elijah die on the electric chair two years ago.’

‘Yes that is correct I did fry but now I am back.’

‘How could you sit there and watch your own son die when you both knew that I was innocent.’

‘What are you talking about? Elijah was sentenced to death because he committed all of those murders, the DNA evidence was irrefutable.’

‘Yes it was mother but I was out of the state when many of the murders happened but no one would believe me including my own parents.’

‘Now tell me and tell the truth do I have a twin brother?’

Michael and Wendy share a look between them causing Elijah to slam his hand on the coffee table ‘Tell me and make it quick because I am running out of patience ‘We didn’t lie to you Elijah’ Wendy whispers ‘You did have a twin but the nurse told us that he died at birth and your father and I believed her until just after you were executed when…’

‘Don’t say another word Wendy’ Fred cautions.

At the sound of the basement door opening a look of horror comes over the faces of Fred and Wendy Pope causing Elijah to spin around only to see a black man standing behind him brandishing a 38 special ‘Well well if it isn’t my twin brother Elijah, you are looking a little pale like you just escaped from your grave or something.’

Elijah has little strength left so he takes a seat on a couch ”So what name did our parents give you before your so called death but first tell me why you murdered all of those women and let your own brother go to the chair.’

‘You were the perfect scapegoat Elijah, I got away with murder while you crackled and fried on old sparky.’

”But I never even knew that you existed so why target me?’

‘Because we share the same DNA but mainly because you got to grow up with your own family while I got taken by a nurse and then sold for adoption to an abusive family who treated me like human garbage and do you know what they named me Elijah?’

‘Elijah hasn’t got the strength to reply ‘My name is Eric Ted Gacy, my adoptive parents, who I killed when I was about seventeen, name me after two serial killers so what chance did I have?’

‘But enough family bonding for the moment, how are you here and not still buried and why is your skin white except for your hands and also you even talk like a white man.’

‘The lord works in mysterious ways Eric, all I know is that my hands were surgically attached to a white man named Patrick Redman who lost his own hands in an accident but now my time is over Patrick is here ready to reclaim his body.’

Turning to his parents Elijah wishes them many more happy years together ‘And you Eric well you can burn in hell for all I care.’

‘No no no, I get to have the final word not you Elijah, now stand up so I can shoot you and send you back where you came from.’

Before anyone can say anymore the front door is kicked in by a rescue squad who storm in followed by Detectives Robinson and Freed.

Gacy is quickly cuffed and taken to a squad car outside ‘Did you get it all Elijah?’

Pope is too weak to respond instead he points to a cell phone sitting on the coffee table ‘Well done Elijah, now that we have your brother’s confession on tape he will go to prison for the rest of his life.’

Fred and Wendy are both too stunned to speak so Robinson fills the in ‘We caught up with Elijah before he arrived here and he agreed to try to get a confession.’

‘But how did you know that Eric was here?’

‘I didn’t, Freed and I thought that maybe you or your wife might say something incriminating but instead we hit the jackpot.’

A year later Eric Ted Gacy is sentenced to death by electric chair while Patrick Redman is fit and healthy happy to be back with his family and friends.

He loves cooking on the grill flipping burgers with tongs held by one of his black hands.

Over in a corner of San Quentin Popes remains settle down to rest for eternity.

Justice has been served.

THE END

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Bush Pig

18 Saturday Nov 2023

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‘Where in the fuck is the old fool, he should have been here an hour ago.’

38 year old Edgar Perkins the works manager at Grantchester meat works located in the northern tablelands, NSW, Australia is a bit peeved to say the least.

It is 42 degrees celsius on Friday afternoon and all Edgar wants to do is go to the pub and sink a few beers, have a flutter on the horses and maybe chat up Sally behind the bar but instead he is stuck at work at 4.30 waiting on a delivery of pigs.

A Yarrowitch local Edgar is built like a rugby front rower with a face bent out of shape from packing into far too many scrums but looks can be deceiving because Ed is as gentle as a lamb except if you get on his bad side because he will quickly put you back into your place or flat on your back if the need arises.

The frustrated slaughterman lights a cigarette as he paces around the holding yard but his mood brightens when he hears the sound of Mac’s old truck entering the meatworks.

‘Sorry Edgar but a had a hell of a time loading the truck this afternoon the damn pigs got spooked by a huge black bush pig that has been hanging around my place so in the end I had to sedate the animal and it took three people to drag it onto the truck and Edgar I don’t mean to be dramatic but this pig is one mean fucker so be careful when the sedative wears off because it has a pair of cutters that could inflict huge damage.’

Edgar doesn’t normally slaughter wild boars because of government health regulations but the meat would keep his dogs fed for over a week ‘I need to separate your pigs from the boar Mac so once we unload yours drive your truck around back and I will put the boar in its own pen.’

‘Will do Ed and I wasn’t joking about that bush pig he is a mean one so lets be careful okay?’

Around town the pair are known as Laurel and Hardy because while Mac is short and thin with brown wispy hair who usually wears a suit even though he owns a farm and his knee deep in shit most of the time while Edgar has always been big for his age and likes to take charge which causes people to label him a hot head but nothing could be further from the truth because deep down he is a big softie who would do anything to help someone in need.

After opening the tailgate twenty pigs happily trot out into a holding pen not knowing that their time on earth will come to an end.

In the back of the truck a huge black pig full of ticks is quietly snoring with his head resting on his front legs ‘

What are you worried about Mac mister ham hock here looks as gentle as a new born lamb.’

‘Don’t be fooled Ed that pig is crazier than a cut snake so put a bullet in his head while he is sedated than we can drag him out.’ Mister ham hock as you call him is the meanest critter to ever walk on earth and that includes the huge croc’s up north.’

‘Okay settle down Mac, now go drive us around back while I stay here and keep an eye on bacon boy.’

As the truck bounces along the gravel road the bush pig is shaken awake but the wily beast pretends to be still asleep just waiting for the right time to attack and rip the two humans into shreds.

When Mac returns he notices that Ed is crouching mighty close to the pig ‘Stand back Ed and go get your gun and put a bullet in the fuckers head before he wakes up and realizes that he is about to be smoked pickled and sent on a one way trip to sausage town.’

‘Don’t be such a pussy Mac while bacon boy is still dreaming about getting it on with miss piggy I want to check out his cutters.’

Edgar is a great mate and a pillar of the community but he isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed so he completely ignores his friends advice and creeps even closer to the bad tempered porker ‘I have been slaughtering pigs for over twenty years Mac so i know what I am doing but to put your mind at ease I will bleed him out before taking his cutters.’

When he hears the knife being removed from the sheath the pig knows that it is in eminent danger so with lightening speed he explodes into action.

Edgar manages to dodge out of the way but old Mac isn’t so sorry and he is quickly brought down when a cutter slices through the back of his leg but the pig isn’t finished with him yet.

It charges and rips Mac open from groin and stomach causing his entrails to spill onto the straw floor than to Edgar’s horror the pig begins to eat his friend alive gorging on the blood and human meat.

Mac screams for help but Edgar knows that there is little that he can do to save him, so he darts forward and plunged his knife into the belly of the beast but the pig didn’t even flinch instead it continued to gobble down huge chunks of flesh like it was dining at an all you can eat buffet.

By this stage Edgar was in a complete panic not knowing what to ‘God how could I have been so stupid? Mac warned me over and over how dangerous this pig was but instead I acted a fool and now my friend is dead.’

Edgar shakes his head to help him concentrate, he grabs his mobile phone from his shirt pocket to ring 000 but it slips from his grasp and lands with a thud which causes the pig to look over with cold black eyes than to Edgars disbelief it lowers its head and charges like a bull in the ring.

Edgar turns to run but he to is brought down but somehow he manages to hold the pigs head with his left hand but the pig quickly swivels and chopped down on his fingers severing four only leaving the thumb intact.

‘Jesus lord have mercy’ Edgar screams and thankfully this distracts the pig giving Edgar an opportunity to scramble away and for some unknown reason the pig instead of resuming the attack trots to the back of the truck down the ramp and makes its way towards the Gummel Gulf National Park.

Edgar can do nothing but wrap his injured hand with his shirt and ring the cops on his phone which he quickly located.

As he told the operator about his emergency Edgar stared at the pig running as fast as his little trotters would take him.

When it reached the edge of the scrub the pig turned back and porker and human looked at each other for a few seconds before the pig disappeared into the bush.

This bush pig now has the taste for human flesh and he likes it.

Hunting humans is about to become a blood sport.

THE END.

Part Two coming soon.

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‘Hands Of Vengeance’ ( 2 )

01 Sunday Jan 2023

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I have written a brief summary of the first instalment of this story but it would be best if you read Part One before continuing.

Elijah Pope was just 28 years old when he was put to death in the electric chair at San Quentin.

Since the age of eleven Elijah was constantly in trouble with the authorities, breaking into houses while the occupiers were asleep plus other assorted petty crime that earned him nothing but a few stints at juvenile hall.

When he was 23 Elijah was arrested for a series of murders that happened near his home in Manhattan.

At his trial Elijah sat in stunned silence when the prosecution told the court that DNA found at all thirteen murder scenes matched his DNA and Elijah was nonplussed and screamed out ‘I am a petty thief and i haven’t killed anyone, there must be some kind of mistake.’

But after meeting for less than three hours the jury returned and found Elijah Pope guilty of the crime and the judge sentenced him to death.

After countless appeals over three years on 21 August 2022 Elijah walked down the corridor towards the death chamber screaming that he was an innocent man vowing to come back and kill all of the people who have stood by and let him die.

After he was strapped into the electric chair Elijah was asked if he had any last words, looking over to his parents who sat holding hands in the viewing room ‘Mom Dad you have to know why my DNA was found? Do i have a twin brother that i don’t know about, talk to me please’ Elijah pleads but his parents remain stoic and silent just like they have ever since the day he was arrested.

Elijah blood begins to boil, he gives the onlookers a final glance and began affirming ‘I will be back all you motherfuckers and when i do none of you will escape my wrath.’

Warden Ian Baldacci who has been in charge at San Quentin for over twenty years says a silent prayer for the condemned prisoner then flicks a switch causing Elijah’s body into shocking spasms and soon the room is full of smoke and the stench of burnt flesh.

Poe struggles against the wrist restraints twisting his body violently, so violently that soon both hands can’t withstand the pressure and are severed and fall to the floor.

Elijah Pope is pronounced dead at 6.06 pm by the prison doctor.

An hour later after everybody has gone home or back on duty two orderlies appear pushing a trolley holding a cheap pinewood coffin.

The orderlies unbuckle Pope’s body and gently place him inside the coffin then the younger of the two is ordered to pick up the discarded hands which he does with a look of distaste.

The hands are placed on top of the scorched remains and then the coffin is placed inside a white van that the senior orderly drives down to the southern corner of the prison and soon the pine coffin is lowered six feet down into a freshly dug grave.

After the prison chaplain says a few words the hole is filled in and Elijah Pope is left to dwell in purgatory forever.

Four months later just before midnight the earth covering Pope’s grave stirs and soon a finger breaks the surface and surveys the area like a submarine’s periscope.

Satisfied that the coast is clear soon a pair of unblemished hands breakthrough the soil and scurry the fifteen yards over the perimeter fence then they scramble up the weathered stone drop down the other side then hide behind a dumpster until a means of escape comes along.

PART TWO.

‘For God’s sake Miquel can you stop smoking that shit here, what will the boss say when we return to base and the truck smells like a frat house.”

‘Calm down Jimmy it is only a small joint the boss won’t even notice.’

‘A small joint? It is the size of a cigar, wind the window down before i die from marijuana poisoning.’

Miquel Ferria a 39 year old Mexican immigrant and Jimmy James a native new yorker who celebrated his 60th birthday last Wednesday have been collecting the trash for over a decade and even though they might argue and bicker most mornings the unlikely friends get along well enough but when it is 4.30 in the morning tempers can fray.

Jimmy is a skinny white man who is counting down the days until he can retire while Miquel who is big for a Mexican is still thinking the night before where he and his wife Margita made love like a pair of lovestruck teenagers.

‘Snap out of it Miquel, lets finish our run as fast as we can so we can go home and have ourselves an early weekend.’

‘Good idea Jimbo now shut the fuck up so i can concentrate on driving this piece of shit.”

After driving six blocks emptying hundreds of bins the pair arrive outside San Quenton and they both say a silent prayer thanking the lord for letting live outside the walls and not inside trying to survive hell on earth.

Miquel parks the truck and lights up the joint enjoying the smoke distorting his brain ‘Maybe i should drive Miquel the last thing we need is for you to kill us both a week after Christmas.’

As the pair walk around the back of the truck to change positions neither of them notice a pair of hands scurry from a behind a tree and leap aboard clinging on tight to the running board a mere three yards from Jimmy’s scrawny neck.

Two hours later Miquel and Jimmy are weary and wired needing a caffeine and sugar hit so Jimmy parks outside a Wendy’s diner where they unwind with a large coffee and a dozen donut’s.

While the two trash collectors enjoy their down time the pair of hands jump down and just as the sun begins to rise they race across the road unnoticed and soon disappear in the foliage of a well maintained garden bed.

The garden is located on the western side of a huge building no more than ten feet from the main entrance.

The fingers of both hands intertwine hoping that soon they will obtain a host to help in their quest for vengeance.

Thirty minutes later an already weary doctor arrives to start his shift but before he goes inside Docter Edwin Rothchild a world renowned orthopedic surgeon decides to have a cigarette before starting another hectic day.

Taking a seat Edwin starts thinking about a patient of his who has been waiting for a double hand transplant for over six months now.

Patrick Redman lost both hands on a boating accident last August and despite searching all over globe a match has yet to be found.

.Unfortunately for Patrick he has the rare A B Negative blood type so finding a match has become very troublesome.

Edwin shakes the thought from his mind, stubs out his cigarette when something in the corner garden catches his eye.

Bending down for a closer look Edwin’s knees buckle and a tiny voice in the back of his mind tells him to forget what he saw before it is too late but against his better judgement Edwin tells the voice to mind its own business and shut the fuck up.

Not quite believing what he saw Edwin has a closer look and a pair of hands creep forward like and octopus from its secret garden.

Stealing a glance behind him Rothchild picks up both hands and places them gently in his coat pocket then casually walks into the hospital to start his shift at the Marin County General County.

Up in his office Edwin locates a donor organ cooler fills it with ice and gently places the hands inside but the hands have other ideas and spring from the cooler and start to climb up Edwin’s shirt.

Screeching in fright Edwin flicks both hands back into the cooler and quickly closes the lid.

When his heart rate returns to normal Edwin opens the lid an inch and quickly take a blood sample and sends it downstairs for testing.

After doing his rounds Edwin returns to his office and as he eats his lunch he checks for any new emails and immediately his heart begins to race again when he notices an email from hematology.

Clicking on the link Edwin is both glad and frightened when he reads the results, the blood sample is indeed A B Negative, now young Patrick Redman will have another chance to become a whole person again with two new working pair of hands.

After he finishes eating his lunch Rothchild phones Patrick Redman with the good news, spends the afternoon performing surgery then just after six pm he grabs the cooler and heads on home.

At his house Patrick Redman is ecstatic, after months of having his wife Maureen feed him and wipe his butt finally there is a ray of hope on the horizon.

Arriving home Rothchild takes a quick shower then pours himself a large scotch while he prepares a plate of leftover meatloaf.

His wife thirty years Catherine is away visiting her elderly parents in Oregen which is a good thing because Edwin knows that she wouldn’t approve of what he brought home in the cooler.

Staring at the cooler as he drinks a few more stiff drinks Edwin drags himself to bed where he spends a restless dreaming about a pair of hands going on a murderous rampage.

Waking early despite feeling like a steamroller drove back and forth over his skull while he slept Edwin rolls out of bed early ready to face another day.

Entering the living room he is glad to see the lid still in place on top of the cooler then after watching the morning news drinking his first cup of coffee for the day then he grabs his car key and the cooler and drives towards the hospital.

Normally unflappable Edwin is nervous as hell as he walks into the hospital because he knows that shortly he will perform a surgery attaching a pair of hands from an unknown source to his desperate patient which he knows is bordering on criminality but he took an oath to treat his patient to the best of his ability and that is what he intends to do.

He informs his colleagues that a donor was found over night and the hands are a perfect to his patient Patrick Redman who has been informed of the happy news and that his surgery is scheduled for 10 am tomorrow morning and that he is not to consume any food after 8 pm.

Brenda Fellows a tough nurse who has worked at the hospital for over 22 years is skeptical when she is told that a donor has suddenly appeared out of the blue. ‘Doctor Rothchild there is nothing in the system about this donor so i will need the donor’s name, his blood type and which hospital the donation is coming from.’

‘I will need all of this information so i can enter it into the data base so everything is above board, if i don’t receive this vital information by 1 pm then the surgery wont be able to proceed as scheduled.’

‘Of course Nurse Fellows why don’t we step into my office and i will give all the information that you need.’

Rothchild knows that he is currently walking on very dangerous ground, deep down he knows that what he is about to do is very wrong but after taking a deep breath he leads the hapless nurse towards a donor cooler sitting on his desk. ‘Really Doctor this is highly irregular.’

‘Lifting the lid exposing its contents Rothchild beckons Fellows closer and despite her misgivings she leans in for a closer look then before she can scream the hands spring forward wrap themselves tightly around and squeeze.

After their victim is no longer breathing the pair of hands jump down into the safety of the cooler safe in the knowledge that things are about to get a whole lot worse.

Patrick Redman arrives at the hospital two hours before his operation and after checking in he is told to strip naked to put on a white gown with an opening in the back.

Feeling exposed and vulnerable Patrick is allocated a bed, given a pre-op sedative and told to relax ‘It will all be over before you know it.’

After a marathon 14 hour operation Doctor Rothchild thanks the other members of the surgical team. ‘When done everybody as you saw the operation went smoothly, i expect that the patient will gain full use of his new hands in a matter of months.’

Later that morning Patrick wakes in the recovery room feeling a little woozy but his mood picks up when a nurse tells him that his procedure went well and after a few months of rehab he will be a new man.

After he left the surgical ward Doctor Rothchild took the lift up two flights then entered the janitor’s room where he had hidden Nurse Fellow’s body.

Throwing the body over his left shoulder he calmly walks over to the emergency door and kicks it open then he walks another ten yards and stands on the ledge five stories above the ground.

Clutching his passenger tight Rothchild steps forward into oblivion screaming ‘FORGIVE ME PATRICK I WAS POSSESSED.’

Patrick is still flexing his new pair of hands when a young doctor enters his room ‘Hello Patrick i am Doctor Gregg Wilson and i can see that you are making a speedy recovery.’

‘I sure am Doc but where is Doctor Rothchild? I was expecting to see him to drop in this morning while he was doing his rounds.’

‘Ugh sorry Patrick but Doctor Rothchild had to hum step out for a while but don’t worry about that i will be attending to you from now on and i have to say that i am surprised how well you have recovered from such a complicated operation.’

All of a sudden the donated hands start to gesticulate wildly and Patrick is startled to say the least ‘I am not moving my hands Doc they are doing it all by themselves.’

‘What in the fuck is going on? ‘I don’t know Patrick maybe you are having an allergic reaction to your new hands but and this is really weird but i believe that the hands are using sign language.’

After writing down what the hands had to say Doctor Wilson gives his patient a troubled look ‘Don’t keep me in suspense Doc what did my hands have to say for themselves?’

‘I have a deaf sister Patrick so i know sign fairly well and what i am about to say will be distressing but here goes ‘I AM BACK MOTHERFUCKERS AND I AM COMING FOR YOU ALL ONE AT A TIME. SLEEP TIGHT NIGHTY NIGHT.’

‘Who is back Doc ? I don’t understand.’

‘I don’t know what is going on either Patrick, just lie back and try to relax.’

‘After we run a few tests i am positive that a solution for your predicament will be found.’

After a fortnight and countless tests by numerous doctors who find nothing unusual Patrick is told they he will be ready to be discharged in a day or two but he is to report back to the hospital every week for his scheduled physiotherapy.

With a lot of help from his wife Maureen Patrick quickly settles into a routine back at his house.

His hands are strong and healthy with all of the physio and exercise and Patrick can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel and if all goes as planned maybe he will be able to return to his job and provide for his family properly.

After an intense workout Patrick has a shower to take the edge off.

He stands under the hot water for ten minutes washing away the sweat and plenty of painful memories then when he feels cleansed Patrick climbs out and dries himself with a towel and he is happy to see that all of his fingers are all in working order.

Noticing that the bathroom mirror has steamed over Patrick turns on the exhaust fan and as the mirror clears Patrick begins to clean his teeth then suddenly his right hand shots out and writes a message on the glass.

Patrick pulls his hand away from the mirror and reads ‘TIME TO KILL, VENEGEANCE WILL BE MINE’ ELIJAH POPE.

Wiping the words away before he leaves the bathroom Patrick knows that he is in deep trouble, it is the second time that his donated hands have taken on a mind of their own and left behind a cryptic message but first thing he needs to find out who is Elijah Pope.

After asking Mr Google for help Patrick is appalled to see that Elijah Pope was sentenced to death for of series of bloody murders and was executed by the means of the electric chair near enough to six months ago.

‘Just fricking great i have been given the hands from a convicted killer.’

That night as he sleeps the DNA from his new pair of hands continues to intermingle with his own DNA and when Patrick wakes up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

He kisses his wife good morning ‘Morning sweetie would you like some bacon and eggs for breakfast?”

Maureen sits up and looks at her husband ‘Sure Patrick but your voice is different it is a lot deeper, are you feeling okay?’

‘And your hair is a couple of shades lighter, did you dye it last night.?”

Patrick doesn’t answer but admits to himself that he does feel different and not in a good way.

All he wants to do is go back to the hospital and tell Doctor Wilson and sever his hands and throw them into a furnace instead he walks into the kitchen and starts preparing breakfast and by the time the couple finish eating the bacon and eggs Patrick Redman now occupies a mere 5% of his body while Elijah Pope occupies the remaining 95%.

For all intents and purposes Patrick Redman no longer exists.

Elijah Pope went to his grave condemned for eternity but now he has a chance to make sure that all of the people responsible for the miscarriage of justice will pay a heavy price.

Ian Baldacci the warden at San Quentin prison is relaxing at home after another hectic day not knowing that his life is about to come to an abrupt end.

His wife of thirty years is away visiting relatives but before she left Joan kindly made of few meals and left them in the fridge so all Ian has to is choose a meal and put it in the microwave for a few minutes.

But Ian decides that the mac n cheese can wait a few minutes because he really needs to unwind because it is hard dealing with prisoners on death row who have little hope and no future so what he needs is to have a long hot bath and wash away the anguish.

As he soaks Ian can feel the tension float away and he vows for the tenth time to help Joan a lot more with the household chores.

‘Hello warden enjoying your bath? Startled Ian begins to stand up to confront the intruder but a solid punch to the throat sits him back down quick smart.

‘No need to stand on my account warden just relax and enjoy the last few minutes of your miserable life.’

Struggling to breathe Baldacci take a few seconds in an attempt to gain himself some leeway before he responds ‘Who are you and what are you doing in my house?’

‘You don’t recognize me warden? I can see your brain ticking over but let me give you some help.’

‘Remember back to earlier this year when i was tied to old sparky and then you flicked the switch and sent me on a one way trip to hell but i really missed you so i have come back to talk about old times.’

‘Pope? But it can’t be, i watched you die, you were pronounced dead by the prison doctor and i saw you placed into a coffin and lowered into the ground so go back from where you came from before and let me wake from this dream in peace.’

‘This isn’t a dream warden, now tell me, how do you like your toast light brown, brown, dark brown or burnt?

It suddenly dawns on Baldacci that the freak before him is holding Joan’s old two slice toaster he gave her as a birthday present back in 2015.

Pope plugs in his weapon of choice and asks the warden if he has any last words ‘Listen Pope or whoever the fuck you are just walk away and i promise not to say a word about you being among the living again.’

‘No can do warden, but let me repeat my question, how do you like your toast?’ ‘No on second thoughts there is no need to answer because i am pretty sure that you are a crispy burnt kind of fella aren’t you warden?’

‘Noooooooooo’ Baldacci screams as he tries to catch the toaster but he loses his footing in the soapy and immediately his skin peels away exposing a pink underbelly that jerks and jumps like a macabre puppet on a string before sinking into the supercharged water.

Pope walks away careful not to slip on the wet floor, he stops and savors the smell in the bathroom a mixture of boiled lobster and pork.

He closes the front door of the warden’s house behind him satisfied that one of the assholes who mistreated him is no longer walking this earth..

At 8 am the following morning a police cruiser arrives at the wardens house to do a welfare check after concerned neighbors called to complain about the stench.

Receiving no reply after repeated knocking a uniformed officer enters the premises and following the smell he locates the warden’s body floating face down in the bathtub.

Racing outside the officer calls in for backup before vomiting six breakfast burritos onto the manicured front lawn.

10 minutes later a couple of detectives arrive at the crime and after sidestepping the mexican offering they enter the house of horrors.

Eric Robinson and Marc Freed have been partners for just on twenty years and in that time they have come across a lot of grisly cases but what confronted them that morning will be permanently imprinted in their minds.

Robinson a huge black man standing 6′ 7″ surveys the scene and notices the toaster in the bath and at first glance it looks like a possible suicide ‘What do you think Marc suicide?’

Freed a skinny white man just six weeks from retirement isn’t so sure ‘I hope it is Eric because it will save us a lot of time not having to look for a killer but why the toaster when there is a hair dryer and an electric razor sitting on the cabinet within easy reach from the bathtub?’

‘Good point Marc lets seal the scene off from nosy reporters or neighbors and let the CSI people do their thing.’

Two days later the detectives our in their office doing paperwork when their boss lieutenant Norman Parsons enters holding a manilla folder that he throws on Robinson’s desk.

Parsons is a young upstart just 34 years old who has risen through the ranks faster than a speeding bullet. ‘Let me fill you in before you read the report but you won’t like what i have to say.’

‘DNA and fingerprint evidence was found at the home of warden Ian Baldacci and they match perfectly to one nasty individual named Elijah Pope.’

‘Elijah Pope’ Freed mutters ‘I know that name but i can’t for the life of me i can’t place him.’

Parsons jumps in before Robinson has a chance to respond ‘Elijah Pope was convicted eight years ago of multiple murders and sent to death row at San Quentin.

‘Despite pleading his innocence i ten different appeals he was electrocuted by the electric chair on the 3 April this year.’

What? Robinson screams ‘How can a dead man leave DNA and fingerprints six months after his death?’

Parsons hold up his hands to stop further outbursts ‘I have asked the commissioner to put in a request to have Popes remains exhumed but in the meantime go and ask Pope’s family if Elijah has a twin brother who might be out for retribution.’

Because of the weird circumstances the exhumation was fast tracked and under leaden skies the coffin containing the remains is brought to the surface loaded into a white van and driven to the medical examiner’s office.

Dr Winston Churchmill who has been working for the county around the same time that Noah started to build his ark pulls on a pair of gloves and orders that the coffin lid be removed and two younglings quickly bow to see command.

But Churchmill orders the pair to stand back ‘Well well well will you look at that.’

Everyone in the room lean forward and Churchmill continues Do you notice the splintered wood that was broken from the inside almost like the body inside was trying to escape.’

The coffin lid is dragged away revealing the skeletal remains, Churchmill does a quick examination and tells his rapt audience ‘Everything appears to be normal except for two minor details.’

Robinson and Freed who until point remained silent can’t stay quiet no more ‘Spit it out Doctor what are the minor details? Freed whispers ‘I am glad you asked Detective because it is really quite simple, the hands the deceased hands are missing.’

Sitting in the corner of the room Parson’s know that he needs to contain the news to this room before someone spills the beans because the last thing he needs is for the residents of New York city to start panicking and spreading unfounded rumors making the job of the police force even harder than it needs to be.

‘Listen up everyone what the good doctor has revealed is to stay behind these four walls and i warn you all if i hear a whisper about a pair of wandering hands roaming the city i will come down hard on whoever leaks any information understand.’

What Parsons doesn’t know is that the pair of hands have already found a host who at this moment has already located his next victim and Pope want stop until he has killed all of the motherfuckers who sent him to hell.

You have all been warned.

THE END

Part Three coming soon.

Thanks for taking the time to read this story and could you please make a donation to go towards my goal of becoming a fulltime writer Thank you Steven.

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‘Mister Big Cheese’ Part Two.

22 Saturday Jan 2022

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Part One.

In the first installment of this story i introduced you to Mister Big Cheese a huge rat who ruled the sewers beneath the streets of Manhattan.

He is currently having trouble with the human population of the borough who are laying traps and poisons in an attempt to rid New York City of its rodent problem.

So the head rat called a summit meeting with the other leaders of the other boroughs to warn them of the human intervention plus he has ambitions to be the number one rat of the whole city not just Manhattan so the meeting will give him a chance to size up his opponents.

Three days later the rats met beneath a park bench in central park on the stroke of midnight and first up to greet Mister Big was the leader of the rats over in Staten Island Mister Feta and just like his name suggests he was fragile and tended to crumble easily under pressure and was certainly no threat but The Cheese immediately to a liking to the friendly rat.

Next were the leaders from The Bronx and Brooklyn Mister Brie and Camembert and even though they both put on a tough exterior they couldn’t hide the fact that they were soft and gooey on the inside but Mister Big Cheese knew that they would follow his instructions and be important allies.

Finally the head rat from Queens, Mister Parmigiano arrives, he is known to be strong and sharp and he doesn’t suffer fools and he is also highly ambitious and Mister Big Cheese knows that that Parmigiano will need watching of that he is positive.

After talking for over an hour about the trapping and poisons that have killed thousands of their kind and suggesting that they all go back to their boroughs and tell their rodent friends to be vigilant he is rudely interrupted by the sour and smelly Parmigiano ‘Who put you in charge? How dare you stand up on your soapbox telling us what we should be doing about the slaughter of our population by the humans.’

You might rule teeny weeny Manhattan but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate to us, shut the fuck up and listen for a change, we need to attack the people who are killing us and not scurry away with our tails between out legs.’

‘The people on the streets need to be taught a lesson and that is, if you try to destroy the rat we will strike with a vengeance and eradicate the human population from this city, now i am going back to Queens to draw up an action plan so who is with me?’

Mister Big Cheese cant quite believe what he is hearing, he called this meeting to strengthen his position and now this upstart from Queens is attempting to steal his thunder, the asshole even has the nerve to call a vote for his diabolical scheme.

Fifteen minutes later victory is secured by Parmigiano and he raises a claw to celebrate the win.

Mister Big Cheese hangs his head in defeat and without another word he slinks away into the darkness.

The other leaders know that attacking the people in revenge will only make the matters worse but Mister Parmigiano is tough and built like a brick outhouse so they had chose but to side with him so they to head back to their boroughs to await orders from the new leader of the rat.

Perched on a toilet seat at an old abandoned underground station Mister Big Cheese is still seething feeling down in the dumps but suddenly his whiskers twitch in glee when he remembers an incident a few years back.

It was a chilly afternoon and he was minding his own business chewing on an discarded apple when a street wise cat appeared out of nowhere swinging a paw that almost took off his head but then a rat came up behind the feline biting it on the ass.

The rat in question was called Mister Stillson because he was as hard as nails with a smell about him that was somewhat pleasant but at the same time nasty very nasty indeed.

As he ponders his future Mister Big Cheese wonders where Mister Stillson is now because he knows that if he is to save New York City he is going to need some help and the rat from God knows where could be his savior.

Part Two.

After being humiliating defeat Mister Big Cheese was forced to flee to Chicago leaving his loyal sidekick Mister Cheddar in charge while he cools his heels in exile but he knows that sooner or later he will have to return to New York City before Parmigiano reduces the metropolis to a ruin of disease and destruction.

The coward is currently holed up near Canadian border where he fled when the human authorities to kill his loyal rat followers with chemical baits and flamethrowers.

Mister Big Cheese knows that the turncoat will scurry back to his Queens headquarters when the coast is clear and when he does The Cheese will take him down once and for all.

Hopefully Mister Stilton will be by his side and together they will hopefully bring stability back to his home city.

In an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Bangor Maine a smelly old rat is is snuggled safe and sound in his nest behind a rusty washing machine.

Mister Stilton has always had over active scent glands and when you you are a contract killer for hire having a nasty tang makes it hard to sneak up on your prey.

As he licks the offending gland he is startled by a loud knocking on the side of the machine.

Tucking the gland out of sight he is intrigued to find out who is seeking him out but before he can take a peek a note is pushed into his hidey hole followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

Opening the note he begins to read’ Hello old friend i hope you are well? I trust that you have heard about the mayhem happening right now in New York? The instigator is an young upstart rat from Queens named Mister Parmigiano’

‘He has become a huge problem and needs to be put to rest permanently before the calamity in our city gets completely out of control’

‘I will be on the corner of Third and Maple every night from Wednesday the 3rd, please Mister Stilton i beg your presence post haste.

Yours Sincerely

Mister Big Cheese.

After a quick dip in the toilet bowl and a liberal application of heavy duty deodorant Stilton packs a knapsack full personal hygiene products, he then hurries thorough a cornfield to the local train station where he jumps on a freight train heading to New York City.

Two days later he arrives in the big apple and quickly finds his way to the rendezvous point.

He is a little early so he hides behind a trashcan and waits for his friend to arrive and an hour later the leader of the Manhattan rat cartel scurries into view and immediately races behind the bin ‘Jesus Stilton i could smell your odor from three blocks away, haven’t you heard of having a shower every now and then?

‘ Nice to see you too Mister Big Cheese, you know that i have a gland problem that becomes inflamed when i am anxious and a little nervous but enough about me lets get down to business’

Moving down wind from Stilton The Cheese begins’ First off thanks for coming because i have a huge problem on my hands and only you can give me a permanent solution’

‘Mister Parmigiano the self appointed leader of the rat population in Queens has started a war with the humans, there is fighting all over the city but thankfully Manhattan is still under my control but soon Parmigiano will want a complete stranglehold on the whole city’

‘I have put some feelers out and have found out that he is holed up in a little town called Mississauga up on the border’

‘Locate the fucker and neutralize him before the humans completely annihilate the rat from the city’

‘Bring me his head and in return i will provide you with an endless supply of your favorite food but please Stilton control your glands before they get you killed’

Stilton nods his head and gives the offending gland a little rub before racing off to complete his mission.

‘In the sewer beneath an ice cream factory in Mississauga Mister Parmigiano is living the life of a king surrounded by a thousand of his most loyal followers who attend to his every need.

It has been eight days since he ordered war against the human aggressors and so far the battalions of rats around the boroughs have achieved great success.

Most rats are infested with fleas and carry the rabies virus so a single bite from 100 million rodents will quickly infect the humans killing millions of the annoying creatures.

Parmigiano hopes that by 2023 New York City will be his for the taking and he the honorable Mister Parmigiano will become the first rodent mayor of the big apple and now with the help from Covid his mission to bring the human being down will be so much easier.

Tomorrow he will return to Queens and step up operations but first he will travel to Manhattan and put the so called Mister Big Cheese out of his misery.

Stilton sneaks into Mississauga and immediately hones in on the ice cream factory and his whiskers twitch in excitement.

Parmigiano might think that he is king shit but his hideout was remarkably easy to locate but unknowingly he has walked into a trap.

He is quickly surrounded by a dozen or rats who with four bites sever his achilles tendons so for Mister Stilton there will be no escape.

He is dragged beneath the factory and left at Parmigiano’s feet ‘Well well if it isn’t the smelly assassin himself Mister Stilton’

‘Let me tell you that your stench precedes you, it is amazing how you have been a successful killer for so many years when you smell like a colony of lepers left out to rot in the sun’

‘After i kill you i will leave your carcass outside for the buzzards to feast on but i think that even the flesh eating birds will disregard your bones.’

Stilton wants to tell the fucker that he has a gland problem but he knows that he would be wasting his breath so he stays silent staring back at his killer in defiance.

Parmigiano knows that Mister Big Cheese is behind the attempt to take him down and his beady black eyes narrow in hatred ‘Hold him still’

Snarling with perverse pleasure Parmigiano waits until his would be assassin is held secure then he dives in and rips Stilton apart.

Thankfully Stilton dies moments after his internal organs are devoured by Parmigiano who tweaks his whiskers as he swallows the final morsel of liver ‘The meat is all your boys but leave the head untouched because i am sending it to my friend in Manhattan as a reminder of what will happen to him if he continues to stand in my way’

Early the next morning Mister Big Cheese wakes in his nest of newspaper in a happy mood, he is confident that Stilton will have rid the earth from the tyranny of Parmigiano and hopefully avoid all out war between man and rat.

When he finishes his breakfast and takes a dump behind a bucket he races upstairs to begin a brand new day but almost stumbles over a blood soaked package sitting in the middle of his doorstep.

Deep down he knows what the contents of the package will contain but with dread he gingerly eats through the string binding the parcel and after a quick peak to confirm his suspicions Mister Big Cheese violently regurgitates his breakfast on the floor, hanging his head in sorrow The Cheese knows that he and he alone is responsible for the death of his friend ‘I vow to you Stilton that the rat who killed you will be brought to justice and sentenced to a slow demise at the hands of your truly’

Through misty eyes he notices a piece of paper sticking out from beneath the severed head. picking it up he reads ‘I trust that you are enjoying the company the company of Stilton even though he mightn’t have much to say? but enough small talk Mister Big Wheeze this is your first and final warning, get out of town while you still can or you will have the same fate as Mr Smelly’

‘If you are still in Manhattan tomorrow evening i will personally visit you in the shithole you live in and happily send you on a one way trip to hell’

‘Get out of my city before i crawl up your asshole and eat you from the inside out’

Your Sincerely

Mister Parmigiano

Mister Big Cheese crumples the note and throws it to the ground in anger, if that turd with a tail thinks that i will runaway and leave my city for him to destroy he has got another thing coming.

Stepping out into the sunshine he knows that time is of the essence so he hurries away without looking back, it saddens him to leave his home but he has little choose in the matter because if he is to out smart Parmigiano he will have to find a safe place to stay in the city away from his clutches.

Thousands of his followers run behind him but Mister Big Cheese that having them around will only attract attention so he stops in his tracks holding up a claw ‘As you all know Parmigiano is after my blood so for safety as well as my own i ask you to go home to your burrows and bunker down until i send word’

Manhattans finest scurries down a storm water drain on his way to God knows where but if New York City is to survive he will have to come up with a plan to stop Parmigiano otherwise the big apple will be turn rotten all the way to its core.

Parmigiano for the moment puts all thoughts of how he will end Mister Big Cheese’s dominance because he has a war to run after all.

Sitting at his feet in his headquarters in Queens are the three timid head rats from Staten Island, The Bronx and Brooklyn, the trio are shaking so much their tremors would most likely register around 7.2 on the Richter scale.

Parmigiano looks at with distain ‘Listen up and listen good’ pointing a gnarly claw at Mister Camembert he snarls’ Go back to Brooklyn and order your troops to engage in all out war, they are to chew through wires and cables to sever communications with the outside world’

‘Secondly foul the drinking water and contaminate all food sources but then you are to maim and kill as many people as you can and soon the city will be mine’

‘Once New York is controlled by the rat the rodent populations all over the nation will rise up and join us in the fight and i guarantee to you that by the end of the year the human nemesis will surrender and this country will therefore become known as the United Rats Of America, now lets bow heads and pray’

When Parmigiano closes his eyes the three frightened rats join claws in prayer but they aren’t praying for Parmigiano’s success instead all they want is a return to the status quo where the rat and the human being can live together like they have done for thousands of years.

After his absolutions are complete Parmigiano stares down the three amigo’s ‘Alright you three hurry back to your boroughs and begin your mission and remember if you fail to carry out my orders i will not only kill you but all of your relatives will be burnt alive on the stake’

Mister Big Cheese runs for miles along the sewers under the bustling city not really knowing where he is going but when he sticks his head out of a grate he looks skyward all the way to the top of the empire state building.

His nose twitches as it tastes the air for any signs of aggression or tension but when he is satisfied that all is well the Big Block Of Cheese smiles to himself.

The Empire State Building what an ideal place to make his final stand now all he has to do is lure his enemy within reach and then bring the motherfucker down.

The president of the United States the honorable Collard Chump is in the bathroom at the white house taking care of business when a loud single knock on the door tells him that it is time to attend to more important business.

With one last admiring glance in the the bathroom mirror the leader of the free world hitches up his trousers ready to take on whatever crisis is happening on this fine morning.

‘Sorry to bother you Mister President’ Secretary of State Wilson Petrie says not looking all that bothered at all ‘There is activity up in New York City that i think that you should be made aware of, apparently there has been dozens of deaths attributed to the rat population over there’

‘From all reports the rats are deliberately attacking people killing them in their beds while they sleep plus all communication with the city ceased three hours ago and it is suspected that the rats have severed the lines so now we are somewhat in the dark but satellite vortex will be directly above New York City in four hours Mister President so then we will have a clearer picture of what is happening’

‘There has been no contact with Mayor Guillo?’ President Chump asks his senior advisor’ No Mister President his office is apparently surrounded by the rodent vermin and we have been unable to contact him’

‘Why don’t we send in the national guard and wipe out the rats, what are the local police doing to ease the situation surely they could organize sort sort of poisoning program to rid the city of this scourge?

‘With respect Mister President New York and all cities across this great nation have been trying to exterminate the rat since Columbus landed here’

‘The problem is that there are billions of rats in every town and city from coast to coast and they are small in size so they are hard to locate because they can scurry away and hide at any sign of trouble so sending in the guard would be next to useless and also Sir the current generation of rat has built up a resistance to the poisons and they are smart and have learnt to avoid traps and evade capture’

‘But Mister President there might be a solution close at hand but at this stage it is still in the experimental stage and bear with me Sir this might sound crazy but the scientists at the Center For Disease Control have been working on the rodent problem for a decade or more and before communications were cut i had been speaking with the Director at the Center and he and his colleagues have developed a feline that is capable of following all rodents into every nook and cranny these rats care to hide in, these felines capture and neuter the male of the species breaking the breeding cycle which will drastically reduce the rat population to more manageable numbers’

‘What do you mean Mister Secretary? A mutant pussy cat?’

‘Yes Mister President these cats aren’t your ordinary house cat these felines are robotic made from some sort of liquid metallic substance that enables them to get right up close to the enemy and when they do these robot cats release a hormone that sterilizes the male rats so it is a win win situation, we exterminate the rat without using deadly harsh chemicals and you would surely win the next election in a landslide Mister President’

President Chump runs his hands through the ginger mop adorning his head and smiles a smile that would make the Mona Lisa blush.

‘Make it happen Mister Secretary make it happen’

Situated behind an old oil heater on the ground floor of the empire state building Mister Big Cheese has no idea that his life is about to be snuffed out.

Just twenty feet away Parmigiano watches his nemesis closely just waiting for the right moment and when the Cheese turns away for a second he pounces with deadly force.

Mister Big Cheese is dozing thinking about times before the current shitstorm when he suddenly finds himself on his back with a sharp object pressed against his throat. ‘Don’t move Mister Big Wheeze or i will cut you open from ear to ear’

‘I came here to kill you but i am having second thoughts on the matter, perhaps you and i can become partners in crime and turn this nation inside out and upside down what do you think Wheezy?’

‘First of all my name is Mister Big Cheese and i would never have anything to do with any half ass scheme you of come up with but first how did you find me so easily?”

‘You might think that you are special but you are just an ordinary rat like me Mister Not So Big Cheese,i followed your scent of course, you have your own very distinctive smell so i simply followed your odour all the way to the here and now.’

‘Congratulations Parmigiano now maybe you could smell your own tang and disappear up your own ass?’

‘Good one Mister Nobody just hear me out and if you decide that today is the day to die then i will do the deed with glee but i need a lieutenant that i can rely on and i know that we come from the opposite side of the spectrum but together we could achieve greatness and make the rat the head honcho and reduce the human to a beast of burden a slave to serve us whenever we whistle, so what do you say are you with me or not’

Mister Big Cheese has no intentions to become an underling to Parmigiano but when your death is in the hands of a crazy rat your choses are limited but at the same time it would be to tell the humans that they have become a little to big for their britches so he nods his head in agreement’

‘I wouldn’t move your head much if i were you Wheezy because my big toe is mighty sharp and could easily sever your spine but all jokes aside it is good to have you on my side, now my quest to have a world without the existence of the human being can begin’.

The two rats from polar opposites shake claws and immediately start talks of how they can exterminate the humans once and for all.

THE END

Who will win the battle of the species, the rat or the human?

Come back and read Part Three and i will give you the answer if i am still here.

Thanks for reading my story, if you have the means could you consider making a donation large or small so i can fulfill my dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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‘A Little Place Called Hell’

23 Friday Oct 2020

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36 year old Alison Reddy takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.

Sitting in the back seat of her battered old chevy wagon her two children have been squabbling since she strapped them in and drove from their home in Lincoln Nebraska.

Now four hours later Alison is about ready to explode ‘If you two don’t quieten down right this minute i swear i will turn the car around’

‘I know that you are excited to visit gran and pop but you need to settle down or i will tan both of your hides like i did last week remember?’

Nine year old Molly and her six year old brother Kevin instantly sit up straight in their seat and rub at old and new injuries but the bruises inside will be forever out of reach.

Alison looks back at her offspring in the rear view mirror and is pleased to see them behaving for once without her needing to raise a hand.

Ever since her husband Randy walked out a year or so back Alison has tried her best to be a good mom but it isn’t easy being a single parent.

A whimper of fright from the back seat brings her back ‘Sorry Kevin but you know that mommy likes her peace and quiet so be a good little boy and soon we will stop for lunch and you and Molly can order whatever you want’

Alison drives down the highway gripping the steering wheel like she is trying to strangle it ‘God why did my parents feel the need to move all the way down to Florida to retire for fuck sake’

Stealing another glance at her children and is shocked to see them covered in cuts and bruises looking like the living dead.

Running a hand through her long greasy hair the harried mother does what she has always done in times of stress, she takes a long pull from a bottle of gin that was sitting in the console within easy reach.

Molly and Kevin notice their mommy drinking from a bottle and know that no matter if they behave or not there will be trouble.

The two abused souls slide down in their seat trying to disappear but trouble has a habit of finding you wherever you choose to hide.

Replacing the cap Alison dares another look back at her children she is pleased to see that they now look fresh faced and rosy cheeked ‘Almost there kiddo’s’

Molly and Kevin smile back but the smiles are etched deep with past pain and sorrow.

Ten minutes later she veers off the highway and drives towards a town called Seabridge, which is strange because Seabridge didn’t appear on her navigation system but she could with something to eat so Seabridge it is.

Rounding a bend Alison barely glances at a sign on the side of the road but that glance was enough to make her heart turn to stone.

Slamming on the brakes the chevy skids to stop fifty yards past the sign. ‘Stay in the car children i just need to have another look at the sign back there, i wont be long’

In the back seat Molly and Kevin shimmer and shine in a ghostly manner disappearing for a second before reluctantly returning.

Alison approaches the sign in trepidation but she knows what she saw so this time Alison takes a good hard look.

WELCOME TO HELL

BURN WITH ME ALISON

THE DEVIL.

Pop – Too many to mention.

Alison knows that she has to get out of here before it is too late so after running back to the car she screams at the back seat occupants ‘OK kids buckle up tight i um just remembered that i left the back door unlocked so i need to go back before someone breaks in’

‘Mommy just call Mr Jones next door’ Molly pipes up ‘He can go over and lock it and we can go see gran and pop’

Yeah mommy’ Kevin butts in ‘But please i need food and i need it now’

Alison isn’t listening because she has more pressing issues at hand like how to escape from hell and live to talk about it.

She knows that she will more then likely end up in hell but she isn’t quite ready yet but after checking over her shoulder for oncoming traffic Alison knows that she has no choice but to drive into hell.

Behind her the road has vanished leaving nothing but darkness blacker then black.

Two hundred yards down the road Alison is surprised to see what appears to be an ordinary main street you would see in any small American town except that there are no cars in sight and the sidewalks are pedestrian free.

Thankful that the kids don’t seem to notice that they are in mortal danger Alison and she can’t really blame them because for all intents and purposes hell looks like a ghost town.

Looking down to the end of main street searching for an escape route but there is nothing to see except a thick black fog.

‘Just put your foot down and drive all the way into hell Alison because that is where you belong you evil bitch’

‘You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t murder me and your own parents and because of your petty jealously and lust for money’

‘Thankfully the kids escaped from the abuse and are somewhere safe away from your evil presence’

Alison’s skin crawls at the sound of her dead husbands voice coming from the backseat.

With gentle arms draped over his children Randall Reddy sneers back at her ‘Your time to burn is nigh Alison and i hope that the fire consumes your soul forever and a day’

‘Fuck you Randall i should of killed you before i got pregnant with your spawn’

Crying tears of joy and acceptance Alison puts her foot down and drives all the way into hell to meet her maker.

‘Wake up you evil fucking bitch’

The strung out female patient sleeping in room 219 on the lower level at the New Brunswick Mental Facility opens her eyes and looks up at a huge menacing figure staring down at her with contempt.

Darnel Brathwaite is an african american nurse who has been attending to his patients needs and helping them in any way he can.

Perhaps helping isn’t the word that the patients themselves would use when describing Darnel’s conduct but Brathwaite couldn’t give a shit what they think of him.

All he is thinking about is helping the crazy lady in room 219 depart this world and get buried deep where the bugs and worms can eat her flesh to their hearts content.

Darnel has helped over 100 patients in various facilities nationwide reach the other side so the lady in room 219 shouldn’t prove to difficult to send on her way.

But first why not have a little fun?

Alison Reddy struggles to get comfortable as the buckles and straps and buckles of her straight jacket bite into her skin.

Her mind is hazy and she is having trouble focusing on the huge cruel nurse in her room but through the haze she notices a syringe in one of his hands and a manilla folder in the other.

‘Glad you could join me Alison, it is almost 9.30 and my shift ends at midnight,i will go home to my cat and a six pack of beer and you will also be going on a journey but before you leave let me read you a bed time story’

This story i am sure you have read many times before but never mind let me read it again so you know exactly why you need to go on a one way trip’

‘On 20th January 1984 Mary Lou Reddy gave birth to a healthy baby daughter who her husband Ben insisted be named Alison after his favorite grandmother who he loved very much.’

‘Alison was a happy normal toddler but when she started school began to show a cruel streak by physically abusing the other students and teachers’

You were immediately removed from school and sent to this facility where you received shock treatment and for a few years your behavior returned to normality’

Braithwaite pauses briefly to adjust himself ‘A week before your twelve birthday you came home from running an errand where after devouring a huge slice of chocolate cake your loving mother made for you ‘

‘You returned her love by picking up a knife and stabbed her 32 times’

‘Then you went out to the garage where your father was working beneath his beloved 57 Pinto’

‘With wicked intentions you wound down the jack slowly crushing your own father slowly until he died an agonizing death’

Once again the excited nurse pauses this time to release his member that he slowly begins to stroke.

‘After murdering your parents you were sentenced to a maximum security institution for dangerous juveniles in upstate New York where you were treated for your maladies’

The governor of the state believing that you were completely rehabilitated released back into the community on 1st July 2009 and you laid low for a while behaving like a regular person but you and i both know different don’t we Alison?’

The patient in the straight jacket smiles at the story teller with a grin that almost causes him to lose rhythm but Braithwaite continues to choke the chicken even as the smirk on the patients face tells him that trouble is afoot.

You befriended a young man named Randall Reddy at church who had no idea that you were a murderer and an evil demon and you didn’t tell him did you Alison?

This time Brathwaite avoids eye contact but the stroking intensifies’

Braithwaite in his haste to spend an evening of fun failed to make sure that the he tied the straight jacket securely and now Alison even in her sedated state has managed to slip an arm from the restraint.

Now the evil killer is just waiting for the right moment to strike.

‘Not long after meeting Reddy you were pregnant with your daughter Molly and three years later you gave birth to a son who you named Kevin’

‘For ten years you lived in suburbia with your family and everything appeared peachy on the outside but they weren’t were they Alison?”

‘In the decade you lived in Lincoln twenty three people who lived within a ten mile radius from your home disappeared’

‘These people were completely innocent and didn’t deserve tp come in contact with you’

Brathwaite has almost reached the point of no return and his breathing has become erratic ‘Your husband Randall never knew who you really were and on his 31st birthday you shot him in the head and ran naked onto the street which is why you currently a resident here’

‘Thank God your children have had their names changed and are in a place where you will never find them and hopefully they will grow to be good people despite having you as their mother’

‘Do you have anything to say before you begin your travels?

Alison motioned for the nurse to come closer and Brathwaite despite all of his training leans in close beating his meat at a furious pace.

Alison launches forward and bites down hard on the nurses nose and after a few shakes of her head the morsel is ripped free.

Braithwaite despite being three times the size of the patient offers little resistance and soon goes into shock and is now at the mercy of the crazy women in room 219′

Alison gets to work, first she shoves the nose down the nurses throat then using the metal tip of a felt pen she found in the nurses pocket Alison severs the shriveled penis from the shell shocked nurse and it to is forced down his throat.

Finally Alison empties the contents of the syringe into his thigh and soon the nurse is dead.

With her heart beating strong in her chest Alison feels exhilarated as the taste of the nurses blood refreshes memories from her past.

Now she has the taste again Alison needs and wants more blood on her hands but first she will need to escape from this shithole.

So she settles down to think of a way out of here.

Ten thousand miles away down in Australia two two teenagers have no idea that their birth mother has just killed again and is thinking about holding a family reunion.

THE END.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story and please if you have the means could you make a donation so that i can finally become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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‘Roadkill ( Mantlepiece of Death ) 2.

22 Saturday Aug 2020

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In the first installment i introduced you all to Myron Oxenford a 58 year old old eccentric who called rural Mississippi home.

He was employed by the county to clear the highways and byways from any animal unfortunate enough to be killed by passing trucks and cars.

A loner at heart Myron enjoyed driving around all day listening to country music as he goes about his job,scraping up the roadkill all over the couty.

An amateur taxidermist Myron every now and than would take the freshest and least damaged carcasses home to his cabin in the woods where he would stuff the creatures and place them on his mantlepiece.

The pelts he would dry near the fire whilst some of the meat was thrown on the skillet the choicest cuts were put into jars and pickled for winter.

All in all life has been good for Myron Oxenford, so far.

One summer night Myron drank a few jars of moonshine and woke feeling like a skunk had slept on his tongue but he was still keen to add to his collection.

Even though he knows that he really shouldn’t be driving Myron backs out of his driveway on a mission.

A few weeks back a stranger he met at a bar offered him a shitload of money to make his wife disappear, an offer Myron couldn’t turn down.

Ten minutes he notices his target jogging along the side of the road on her usual morning constitutional.

Sally Nulksteader never knew what hit her when she was hit by Myron’s pickup and thrown down a small embankment.

Her husband told Myron to leave Sally’s body at the scene so that it will look like your everyday hit and run but Myron can’t resist temptation so after scrambling down the slope he carried the body back to his truck.

Sally Nulksteader will soon take pride of place on his mantlepiece of death.

Arriving home Myron’s blood is pumping full throttle and he knows that he has dug himself a hole that he can never escape from but at the same time he has in his possession the ultimate display specimen.

For three hours he drank shine as he sharpened his trusty knife on a whetstone.

Finally he stood and got down to doing what needed to be done, he skinned the carcass threw some meat on the skillet and pickled the rest.

Unbeknown’s to Myron for the past five months a lone house fly has been buzzing around his cabin as he slept feeding his drool to an eagle and a misshapen cougar that he couldn’t stuff properly.

The two roadkill victims have been sitting on the mantle for months but the precious liquid the fly has been feeding them has moistened their organs and slowly but surely life is being restored.

On his last day on earth Myron woke to a commotion coming from the living room and goes to investigate.

The cougar bounds from the mantlepiece and kills the roadkill merchant with a single bite to the back of the neck.

When the big cat has eaten his fill the eagle swoops down and picks at the bones and remaining meat.

Myron Oxenford now resides in hell well and truly stuffed.

PART TWO.

Brett Nulksteader looks up at the clock for perhaps the tenth time in the past five minutes.

His wife Sally left for her morning run an hour ago and hopefully by now the deed has been done and she wont be returning.

But he waits until mid morning before he calls the police to report her missing.

The desk sergeant at the Holbrook police station tells the obviously distraught Mr Nulksteader ‘Listen Sally has more than likely stopped for some shopping or is visiting a friend’

‘We are new to the area sergeant Murhpy so Sally has had a chance to make any friends and her handbag is here so she has no money on her’.

‘Plus why doesn’t she answer her phone? I am telling you something terrible has happened’.

Please Mr Nulksteader try to remain calm because i am sure that Sally will walk through the door at any minute but if she hasn’t returned by tomorrow we will launch an investigation’

After smoking cigarette after cigarette Brett can’t stand the tension anymore and he really needs to know if Myron came through for him and with no phone reception out in the woods Brett has no alternitive but to drive out there.

Jumping into his car Brett decides to travel the route that Sally normally goes on her run every morning and a few miles from home he notices a huge wet patch on the side of the road glistening in the morning sun.

Trembling with excitement he pulls over to have a closer look, maybe the blood is from a deer or moose but than Brett notices a running shoe a few yards down an embankment.

After spending a few minutes searching no body is found and shaking with fury Brett knows that Myron must have taken Sally back to his cabin.

‘Why couldn’t the asshole just follow the plan?’

At this point Brett should of just driven out to Myrons place but his ego wouldn’t let him so he calls the cops and tells them that he has found what he believes is his wives running shoe down an embankment on Potters Road.

Ten minutes later a squad car arrives and two uniformed cops climb out.

The elder of the pair introduces himself ‘Good morning Mr Nulksteader i am sergeant Coverdale and my partner is corporal Bolin i understand that you have found what you believe is your wives shoe?

Yes officer i reported my wife missing this morning after she didn’t return from her run’

‘Where is the shoe Mr Nulksteader just point where it is’ Coverdale demands.

‘Um sorry but i picked it up and put it on the front seat of my car’

‘You really should of left it where you found it’Bolin pipes up’Now you have trampled over the scene of an accident and potentially a crime scene’

‘Sorry officer but i was just hoping to find Sally alive and well so i wasn’t thinking about a crime scene’

Bolin a slight native american relents a little ‘I understand Mr Nulksteader, we will organize a K9 unit but in the meantime just take a set in the back of the squad car while my partner and i have a look around’

Brett nods his head and takes a seat, he watches the two cops intently hoping that they don’t find any evidence linking Myron to the scene because Brett knows that the old timer would turn on him in a heartbeat.

On a rocky outcrop a mere twenty yards above the two cops a misshapen cougar sits on his haunches ready to pounce.

The stitches that Myron applied a few months back are starting to come apart and the creatures insides are beginning to poke through.

The deranged big cat is hungry but he is wary of the human activity so he turns tail and slinks away.

A K9 unit arrived soon after and six bloodhounds started running around in excitement waiting for their handler to give them the command to seek.

The handler a grumpy old army veteran named Dru Standridge has been helping the local police for years helping to locate many folk both dead and alive.

Stanbridge who some say resembles the old cowboy actor Walter Brennan reaches into a coat pocket and takes a long drink from a flask.

His dogs are going ballistic as he leads them to the blood stain and after a quick sniff the bloodhounds get their bearing trot off in an easterly direction.

In the back seat of the cop car Brett Nulksteader rubs sweaty palms on his jeans when he realizes the dogs are heading towards Myron’s cabin.

All he can hope for is that Myron has disposed of Sally’s remains out in the sticks someplace where the dogs will lose the scent and his wife will never be found.

Six weeks prior Sally was taking a shower when her cell phone rang, Brett let it ring but it is unusual for Sally to receive calls late at night so he answers and listens to the message’ Hello sweetheart i cant wait to see you again tomorrow and we can make love again and again.’

Brett deletes the message and waits to confront his wife when she has finished.

But as he waits Brett blood boils in rage and he comes to the decision that she has to go permanently and the the old man he met in the bar a few days later while drowning his sorrows.

The stranger was none other then Myron Oxenford the towns roadkill merchant and amateur taxidermist.

After hearing of his drinking buddies martial problems he agrees to make her disappear forever’ Give give me $20,000 and you will never see her again.

‘OK but make sure that she is buried deep so the wildlife can’t dig her up because if her body is found you and i will both go to jail for a very long time’.

‘Don’t worry Brett you can rely on me to do the job’ Myron responds then the two strangers went their seperate ways.

Of course Myron had no intention of burying the body, he has always wanting a human trophy to sit on his mantlepiece plus the $20,000 being an added bonus.

Now as the police cruiser follows the dogs out to Myron’s cabin Brett shakes his head at his own stupidity.

How could he have been to reach out to a total stranger to kill his wife?

15 minutes later the dogs are sniffing and whimpering outside the cabin’s front door.

When the cops arrive Brennan has bad news’ Judging by the way my dogs are reacting i am positive that you have a deceased person inside’

Coverdale and Bolin were both hoping that Sally Nulksteader was in some sort of accident and is laying in the brush somewhere waiting to be found but the dogs led them straight here so both officers draw their weapons and Coverdale being the senior partner knocks on the door.

Suddenly the blood hounds start howling and begin to round in circles with their tails between their legs ‘Officers there is something inside that is scaring the dogs maybe you should ring for backup’

‘Control your animals Mr Stanbridge’ Coverdale orders but the huge African American soon shuts up when an evil stench descends upon all present.

Officer Bolin fresh out of the academy takes charge ‘Stanbridge help is on the help so please take your dogs bacck to your van and get the fuck out of here’

The dog handler is now visibly shaking’ Officers please listen to me, i have never seen my dogs act this way before, i am telling you that something terrible has happened inside the cabin so we should go back to your car and wait for the backup to get here’

The only reply is an agonizing scream AARRRGGGG ‘Get this fucking thing off me’ Bolin and Stanbridge watch in astonishment as the huge officer is dragged away by a mangy deformed cougar.

Bolin Can’t get a shot off in fear of hitting partner but soon it is too late when with a bite to the back of his neck the big cat kills Coverdale.

There is no way in hell that Bolin is going to let the cougar eat his partner so he takes a few tentative steps forward to put the cougar down but the cat moves fast and Bolin joins his partner on the ground with his throat ripped open.

The officers blood mingles together and the dogs run to the hills scared out of their minds.

Stanbridge scrambles into the back of the cruiser next to Brett’ Holy fucking shit did you see what that cougar did to the cops? plus there is something worse inside that cabin’

All Brett can do nod his head and try to squirm out of sight then his eyes drift over to the cougar that has dragged one of the cops bodies over to an oak tree where it is feeding with relish.

‘Jesus on a stick’ Stanbridge screams’ We need to get out of here right now before that cat finishes it meal and comes looking for dessert’

Pointing a bony finger the old man croaks’ The keys are still in the ignition so climb over and drive as fast as you can’

Brett is tempted to do what the old codger says but he has to make sure that his wife and Myron are dead and if they are still he will finish them off before a troop of cops get here.

With both his Myron and Sally unable to speak against him his murderous plan will remain a secret.

Calm down Stanbridge i need to go inside and find my wife to make sure she is safe and sound’ Stanbridge knows that there is no way that anyone is safe and sound inside that cabin but the old man is beyond caring.

Brett looks over to the cougar munching on what looks like a femur bone and is confident that the cat wouldn’t leave a fresh kill so he steps outside’ Just stay calm until reinforcements get here but i need to find me wife’ and with a quick glance at the contented cat Brett hurries over to the front door of the cabin and luckily it is unlocked.

The stench of blood and human waste hit him in the chest like a tidal wave and for an instant he is tempted to escape but he has to make sure that no one is alive to tell tales so he takes another step inside.

A lone fly sits on the mantlepiece watching the intruder with interest, the insect has been lapping up the blood and other liquids from the body of the taxidermist as it slowly begins to decompose.

The fly has been drip feeding the liquids into the mouth of the stuffed and stitched human sitting pride of place beside him on the mantle just like it fed the cougar enjoying a meal outside and an eagle perched up on a shelf above a dresser.

If the fly could smile it surely would because yesterday the human’s heart began to pulse slowly.

Now the female is primed and ready to give her husband a welcome he wont forget in a hurry.

The fly rubs it’s wings together in anticipation of another fresh blood meal and it wont be long before it can dig in.

Hello Brett where in the fuck have you been?’

Brett’s head snaps around at the sound of his wife’s voice ‘Up here darling i now reside with the dead and the damned ‘ Brett looks up to see Sally looking like she has been sewn together by a drunk DR Frankenstein.

‘Sorry that i am not looking my best but i was run over by a truck, stuffed and stitched like a christmas turkey and displayed up here on the mantle like a whore in a cathouse so forgive me if i am no longer to your taste but i will savior your demise.

It takes a second or two for Brett’s brain to comprehend what the creature said to him and before the words sink in Sally springs down slamming him to the floor knocking the wind from his lungs.

While her husband struggles for breath Sally rummages around in Myron’s taxidermy kit until she finds a needle and thread’ Now hold still Brett as i sew your murderous words closed forever more and i warn you dear that if you move i will snap your neck like a chicken’

She then proceeds to use the needle and thread sewing her husbands mouth until it like the stitches on an all game baseball.

Brett gurgles in total terror and soon the fly enters the fray.

It hovers around Brett’s left nostril before settling on an eyeball then it finds its way inside his skull and begins to vacuum the vital fluids from his brain.

In a few hours Brett will be left in a permanent state, the hateful husband will spend the rest of his life under care never to utter another word.

As he dies the eagle swoops and begins to pick at the flesh but Sally screams’ No leave him be there will be lots of food for us in the future mark my words’

Police sirens are getting louder so Sally opens the front door and hurries past a terrified Dru Stanbridge still seated in the back of the cop car terrified out of his wits.

She strolls over to the cougar resting after consuming his large meal and scratches the kitty behind the ears .

The cat is annoyed having its sleep interrupted but instantly gets to its feet and follows his fellow roadkill survivor out into the night where they soon vanish from view.

After walking a few miles in a tangle undergrowth they are soon joined by a bald headed eagle that flies from tree to tree leading the way.

A fly lands on Sally’s shoulder and settles down for a long trek.

The gruesome foursome steadily stroll toward destination unknown so please keep your doors locked and your windows shut.

Part Three coming soon.

THE END.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story and please if you have the means could you make a donation so i can finally reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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‘The Stairwell ( 2 )’

18 Saturday Jan 2020

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Part One.

The summer of 2016 was un seasonally warm in northern England and eight year old Alistair Craddick is outside playing in a creek behind the house his mother bought after his father passed away last winter.

Around midday when his stomach tells him that it needs food Alistair grabs a jar full of tadpoles that he spent all morning collecting.

Running excitedly inside to show his mummy the little wrigglers Alistair doesn’t notice the mud clinging to his shoes.

Mud that is now smeared all over the living room carpet.

Beatrice Craddick is a 38 year old human wrecking ball, as solid as a brick outhouse and meaner than a rattlesnake and on seeing the mess her son has made goes completely ballistic and orders her son to crawl into a small space beneath the stairwell ‘Please mummy you know I don’t like it in there’

Alistair can barely talk through his tears ‘Mummy the stairwell is full of cob webs and spiders please don’t make me go in there’

‘I wont tell you again you little turd now get in there before I get the wooden spoon and give you something to cry about’

Hanging his head Alistair carries his jar of tadpoles over to the stairwell and crawls inside,

Beatrice and her new boyfriend have been getting hot and heavy for months and Joe has been pestering her into letting him move into her home.

But Alistair and Joe don’t get along at all so now Beatrice has a decision to make and after drinking a full bottle of wine she comes to a life shattering decision.

She crushes ten sleeping tablets and dissolves them in a glass of water unlocks the cupboard beneath the stairwell and after a moment hands the water to her son who gulps it down.

Alistair soon began to drift away but before he left this world he uttered ‘Why mummy why? All I wanted was for you to love me’

Three months later.

Beatrice is home alone making herself a sandwich for lunch when she hears a strange scratching sound coming from the stairwell.

She had the space sealed forever more with a solid brick wall a month after she entombed her son alive.

Thinking that maybe a hedgehog or cat has found its way in Beatrice leans in places her ear and listens ‘Why did you kill me mummy? I always tried to be a good little boy so why mummy why’

Beatrice bleats a strangled yelp before her eyes flutter and she faints landing with a heavy thud.

In the stairwell Alistair’s torn twisted soul twirls around his skeleton moving between ribs and decayed sinew until the soul with the aid of a heavenly presence lifts a bony finger that resumes rubbing against the brickwork creating an eerie human voice ‘Why mummy why?’

When she regains her senses Beatrice scampers away from the stairwell in fright making incoherent noises as her mind snaps and madness settles in.

Joe arrives home drunk as a skunk and falls over Beatrice who’s bulk is blocking the entranceway ‘What are you doing on the floor you stupid woman , now get the fuck up and go make me some dinner before I turn you black and blue.

Beatrice doesn’t even notice Joe as he stands threatening above her shaking a fist but the sound of his angry voice hasn’t gone unnoticed in the stairwell.

The soul as been busy while Beatrice slowly lost her mind and now it whips up an army of dead flies ,cockroaches, and tadpoles that have littered the stairwell floor for months.

The animal husks funnel together spinning counter clockwise under the command of Alistair’s soul than they fly out of a small opening made by the bony finger tip the entombed boys skeletal finger and enter joe’s mouth before he has the sense to close it silencing him for eternity.

Beatrice who is now living in the land of the pixies glances at the stairwell as a small jumble of bones leave the confinement and jingle and jangle toward her ‘Hello mummy did you miss me?’

Part Two.

Beatrice’s damaged brain somehow registers the sound of her should be dead son’s voice.

Her remaining semblance of self try to comprehend how Alistair who she personally entombed behind a brick wall is somehow alive and standing before her in a tangle of bones.’Hello mummy did you miss me’.

Part two

Beatrice stumbles outside to escape her son who doesn’t seem to know that he is dead and disappears into the night while inside the house Alistair who is in no fit condition to chase after his mother retreats to the confines of the stairwell ,his home away from home where he spent months decaying and decomposing.

The recently reborn eight year old takes a seat in his usual spot ,he is soon joined by his tortured soul that refused to die.

The apparition twists and twirls between Alistair’s bleached bones giving new life and vitality to his skeletal frame.

As his soul floats around the confined space Alistair’s nasal cavity picks up a nasty smell and he remembers that Joe the arsehole boyfriend is laying dead out on the living room floor.

Alistair has plans for him but not quite yet.

Beatrice has somehow managed to drive over 300 miles from the scene from her son’s reincarnation despite slipping into the realms of insanity.

She weaves in between the traffic like a bat out of hell driving to escape her demons when she loses control of her Mazda and slams into a tree just outside of Manchester.

Fortunately she was wearing her seat which saved her life and a passing motorist called the authorities and held her hand until they arrived.

When the police pull up they are confronted by a mad woman screaming of a boy who rose from the dead a boy who will not rest until he is avenged.

Her rambling’s force an officer to restrain her in the back seat of his car and when an ambulance arrives Beatrice is quickly transported to hospital for the mandatory blood tests and a mental health check.

Back in the stairwell Alistair is still prone in the same position as his body and mind continue to rejuvenate from the inside.

But he knows that once he is ready to leave the stairwell and venture outside he will need an outer covering.

This is where Joe the arsehole will finally be good for something.

On the way to hospital a deranged Beatrice attacked the paramedic who was trying to treat her biting his neck leaving a nasty wound.

She was taken to a hospital for the criminally insane where she was placed in a padded cell secured firmly by a straight jacket.

Alistair knows that he will need help if he is to continue to with his rebirth so he channels his thoughts outside where a wasp has been building a nest under the eaves.

The tiny insect flies into the stairwell and lands on Alistair’s shoulder.

Using a mixture of clicks and whispers Alistair and the paper wasp communicate.

With a blur of wings the wasp darts out to the living room where it proceeds to cut a small patch of discoloured skin before returning to the stairwell and pastes the skin to Alistair’s muscles and meat.

For three days and nights the wasp works feverishly cutting and pasting little square patches of Joe’s skin onto his new friends body until Alistair looks like a patchwork Frankenstein monster with a complexion a nasty green grey.

In her padded cell Beatrice in rare moments of lucidity stares out of a small window high in the wall of her confinement.

She knows that her son is out there somewhere on the road to his redemption and want rest until she is destroyed.

But for the moment all she can see is blackness out of the small portal to the world a darkness that could become her new normality if her reborn off spring finds her.

Alistair has begun to walk and roam around the house as he strengthens tendons and ligaments that he hasn’t used since his rebuild.

As he goes from room to room Alistair’s mind drifts back to the day when his own mummy poisoned him with pills then entombed him behind a brick wall to die a slow painful death.

His shoulders shake as he sobs a few lonely tears that slide down his forlorn cheeks.

Before his tears can leave a stain on his already fragmented frame of mind the tiny paper wasp lands on an ear lobe and whispers words of encouragement.

Alistair nods his head in agreement and as the wasp continues to talk the dark clouds that were clouding his mind disappear only to be replaced by even darker thoughts.

Find his evil mummy and what will be will be.

The wasp flutters around the stairwell corralling all of the creepy crawlies that have picked Joe’s bones clean.

The bugs are keen to go on an adventure where they will travel to hell by Alistair’s side with no guarantee that they will return.

Alistair himself is oblivious to the activity around him as he concentrates on the journey ahead.

After a day spent meditating and reflecting on the past Alistair and his collection of midges ,gnats ,beetles and flies plus of course his trusty sidekick the wasp leave the Craddick home for perhaps the last time.

Even though he is only eight years of age Alistair knows that walking around with a shitload of bugs clinging to his body and his patchwork yellow green skin wouldn’t go unnoticed in broad daylight so dusk is the perfect time to travel to God knows where.

After walking only 500 metres down the road Alistair realises that ‘God knows where’ is an apt description of his problem because he has absolutely no idea in which direction his murderous mummy hightailed to.

But lucky for him the wasp is three steps ahead of him has sent out a search party of twenty or so bluebottle and march flies who can smell the stench of moral decay and treason from over 1000 miles away.

Knowing that the wasp has his back Alistair’s spirits lift and he walks forward with a spring in his step but his feeling hit the doldrums when he feels a blister beginning to rub his left heel.

So with little choose Alistair does something that he knows he shouldn’t oughta do.

He sticks out a thumb and starts to hitch hike for the first time in his short life.

And ten minutes later a beat up Volkswagon pulls up beside him.

Bernie Gillan a thirty three year old diesel mechanic from Bristol is on his way home from church when he spotted a small child on the side of the road but when he gets a closer look he almost drove away ‘Jesus kid you look like you just crawled out of your grave’

‘You shouldn’t be out here on your own and hitch hiking to boot , where are your parents?

‘Thanks for stopping mister I am on my way north to visit my gran before she falls off the perch, huh I mean she is sick so I really need to see her’

‘OK climb in kid and leave the weather outside;

Alistair jumps aboard and immediately the collection of bugs crawl over Bernie deciding whether he is friend or foe and after sniffing his scent settle down for a snooze.

‘Arrrrrggghdrr what in the fuck get these things off before I frive down an embankment’

‘Sorry mister I couldn’t leave my bug collection at home with no food, so just drive me where I want to go before you become their next meal’

Alistair knows that it is cruel to tease the kind driver but he is on a mission and everyone knows that the mission always comes first.

‘OK kid calm down I will take you where you want to go but these crawlies are rally creeping me out;

‘Just drive and when we get there I will let you know’

The wasp enters Alistair’s ear hole and pounds on his ear drum with an urgent message and after listening attentively for a minute Alistair passes the message on ‘Driver just follow the blue lights and soon we will arrive at gran’s and you can be on your way’

‘Thank you kid and please take your bugs with when you leave because they are beginning to make me nervous very nervous indeed’

Twenty metres ahead the blue bottles give off a eerie glow as they fly forward into a strong wind but hopefully they will reach their destination in an hour or two.

20 miles north in her padded cell Beatrice notices a lone fly enter via the small window and annoyingly land on her nose.

She struggles with her straight jacket but to no avail and pretty soon the restraint and the fly and really starting to piss her off big time.

Her madness and ugly disposition give Beatrice extra ordinary strength and one by one the buckles on the straight jacket pop and ten minutes later the battle axe from hell is loose ready to face her demons,

All she has to do now is escape from her cell and find a stairwell in this shit hole because she knows that her son who refuses to die is on his way and she wants to prepare.

As her mind warp bends and twists reality Beatrice slips even further down into the doldrums with no chance of returning to normality any time soon.

As Beatrice paces her cell hundreds and hundreds assorted bugs enter quickly followed by a clever wasp who picks the lock on her cell door and the mummy the devil would refuse is free wander the halls at her leisure.

Bernie steers his car into the driveway out the front of a huge monstrosity called the ‘Hallywell House for the Criminally Insane’ and parks near the front door. ‘There you go you little shit I hope you are proud of yourself for putting me through hell’

‘Now get out of my car and don’t forget to say hello to your gran from me bye’

Alistair approaches the front door anxious and ill at ease but when the goes to open the door it clicks open and he enters and is met by the wasp who guides him on the final steps of his journey.

After rounding a corner Alistair finds himself looking at his mummy sitting in the middle of a dark dank stairwell. Hello Alistair I have been half expecting you, come inside and close the door’

When Alistair enters a tiny patch of skin falls from his body littering the floor like a discarded piece of confetti .

Knowing that he doesn’t have much time left Alistair attempts to confront his mother but he no longer has the strength or the will anymore.

He takes a seat beside the woman who killed him ‘I have travelled many a mile to get my redemption but now all I want to do is close my eyes and die again, goodbye cruel world’

For a few minutes Alistair’s sunken chest rises and falls as he prepares to leave this world for the final time and when he takes his last breath every patch of skin falls from his body providing him a comfy resting place.

Beatrice overcome with grief and guilt puts an arm around her boy and she never moves from his side.

Three days later her tainted heart stops beating and now mother and son are reunited forevermore in an unholy truce.

May their blood mingle and flow down to the gates of hell or up to cleanse the feet of St Peter.

It is now up to the gods to decide their fate.

The wasp begins to build a nest on the melded bodies in preparation for the next generation.

Sometimes the dead die so the living can keep living.

THE END.

Thanks for taking the time to read my stories and please if you have the means could you make a donation to help me reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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10 Saturday Aug 2019

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australias got talent, blood, doll, dummy, horror, knife, ventriloquist

I haven’t been feeling quite like myself in the last few weeks.My stomach is bloated and i have been experiencing nights sweats plus i have a strange craving for anchovies on with ice cream.

So i am either pregnant or going through menopause but i am a 35 year old male so i can safely rule out both of these options.

After a weekend of more pain and discomfort i was glad when i woke for work on Monday morning i was feeling like my old self again even though my stomach is distended and sore.

I put on a shirt a few sizes too big ,brush my teeth and head out the door.

But as i open my car door i double over in agony and barely make it back inside.

I frantically try to call 000 but in my panic i cant find my mobile phone so i stumble into my bedroom and collapse on the bed hoping like hell that the pain will pass.

But the pain gets even more intense and i watch in atonishment as the buttons on my shirt pop and my stomach swells like a watermelon.

Than with surprisingly little pain my belly button opens and a baby of sorts enters this world.’Hello my name is Audley Creed are you my daddy?

‘Holy shit’ not only have i given birth but the little fucker can talk’Um hello Audley my name is Bernie Torrence and i suppose i am your daddy.

Audley yawns with indifference and promptly falls asleep.

As my newborn sleeps a thousand questions echo around my brain.

If i wasn’t pregnant than where in the fuck did Audley come from?

How in the hell am i supposed to look after a talking baby?

Plus how can i explain my situation to all my family and friends?

As i ponder these thoughts i am just grateful that Audley didn’t come out through my pee hole because that really would of hurt.

Audley wakes up demanding to be fed’Jesus being a new dad is hard work’

I cradle Audleys head as i carry him into the kitchen where i put a straw into a carton of milk and and put it in his gob.

He suckles greedily for a few minutes before letting loose a huge burp that shakes the rafters.

‘Daddy i know my name is Audley Creed but can you tell me where i actually come from?

I feel sorry for the little tike and i get a little emotional’Audley i wish that i could answer your question but i cant’

‘We were literally joined at the hip so until i work things out we will just have to do the best we can’

But that isn’t good enough for Audley and he continues to ask question after question.

In frustration i go to put him down on the couch and hopefully he will quieten down when i realize that he is stuck.

Audley and i are still literally joined together and whether him or i like the situation he is now permanently a part of me.

Just then my mobile rings and it is Tery Connelly my 2IC at work.

I am the manager at the local supermarket and right now i wish i was at work instead of standing here arguing with an annoying goiter.

‘Hi Terry sorry i didn’t call you but i was in a car accident this morning and i am OK just a bit shaken up but i should be back in a couple of days’

As i tell Terry a load of bullshit to keep him off my back Audley continues to argue and holler in the background.

‘Bernie i thought that you lived by yourself ?is someone with you?

What? Oh no Terry i just have the TV a little too loud’

‘I will call you tomorrow afternoon to let you know when i will be back ,bye’

I have a hand pressed over Audley’s mouth to keep him quiet and i am tempted to leave it there but when his face goes a little green i relent.

‘Listen up Audley and listen good,i am in charge of this household not you so please keep your mouth closed until you learn some manners’

For once in his short life Audley has nothing to say but i can see that he is seething.

His eyes are burning with fire and i feel his anger towards me.

At that moment i remember a movie i saw years ago called ‘Chucky’s Revenge’

It was about a creepy doll that came to life and went on a murderous rampage.

My balls tingle and my throat constricts when i realize that maybe i have my own Chucky on my hands.

There is no way that i can return to work anytime soon so i ring my area manager and tell him that i need to take some long service leave to sort out a family problem.

‘Torrence if you aren’t back at work first thing tomorrow morning don’t bother coming back at all because your services will no longer be required’

Well i don’t take to kindly to threats so i tell the arrogant prick to stick his job where the sun doesn’t shine.

So now i am unemployed with a mortgage to pay plus i am attached to an argumentative growth who thinks that he is Charles in charge.

After a few weeks of bonding and getting to know each other the tension between us lessens and we become kind of close.

But in the back of my mind i can still see the image of Chucky the killer doll .

Even though it is good to be able to sleep in every day i still have bills to pay so i need to get a new job and quick.

But as i browse the job vacancies i come to the conclusion that there isn’t a great demand for a retail manager with a built in special helper.

Then i have a light bulb moment.

Audley might not be suitable for my old profession but he is perfect to become a built in ventriloquist dummy.

All i have to do is convince Audley Creed.

‘I ain’t no dummy you arsehole so go and fuck yourself’

Oh come on Audley all you have to do is say a few words every now and then so we can make some money’

Because remember that if i don’t eat then neither do you’

Audley’s tiny head wrinkles in concentration as he ponders my statenent but when he realizes that he has little choice he reluctantly nods his head.

We practice our routine over and over for days on end until we get it down pat.

Audley is a natural comedian with what i would call a dark sense of humor.

So after a few try outs at some local pubs where me and Audley get a great reception i decide to audition for Australia’s Got Talent.

The audition goes better than i expected so i am excited to say that ‘Torrence & Creed’ will soon be appearing on national television.

I celebrate the occasion with a few friends at my favorite Italian restaurant where i enjoy a huge plate of lasagne with a glass of red.

Audley has his first taste of pasta and seems to be having a good time then the mood turns sour when he annouces’Bernie i think that our act needs a name change’

‘Torrence & Creed just doesn’t sound right i think that we should be known as ‘Audley Creed& Friend because i am obviously the star of the show’

I can’t believe what i am hearing’Why you ungrateful bag of shit,i literally brought you into this world and you have done nothing but bitch and moan ever since’

Now you have the hide to order a name change unbelievable’

If i wasn’t in a public place i probably have strangled the turd there and then.

Instead i order a shot of tequila and slam it down’Get that into you Audley you annoying little puppet’

I stumble to bed around 3 am drunk but still wide awake and i am pleased to say that Audley is looking a little green around the gills.

‘Jesus Bernie how much did you have to drink last night? i feel i shit’

Just a little mexican ju ju juice Audley and if you don’t start behaving yourself i will feed you a lot more and completely fuck you up’

Audley doesn’t reply and i notice that he has fallen asleep so i to succumb to the inevitable and close my eyes.

But i am soon awoken by a excruciating pain in my stomach.

Audley is clutching a huge knife in his grubby little hands and has used it to slice me open and separate his body from mine.

Now he stands on my chest as a ugly little monster then he slides in my blood and wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes’Thanks for everything Bernie but you have lived out your usefulness but now it is time for you to say goodbye’

I am desperately trying to break the stranglehold as the crazy as bat shit little turncoat continues to talk and squeeze the life out of me.

Luckily i manage to grasp a pair of nail clippers from the bed side table as my breath slips away.

I look into Audley Creed’s eyes as he continues to squeeze and ramble on and i know that i only have a moment before he crushes my Adam’s apple.

The clippers are slipping from my grasp but i manage to keep them in my grasp and plunge them into Audley’s right eye.

He screams in agony and curses me in every language known to mankind.

Then he scampers away leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

His blood glistens in the moonlight like a beacon and i am tempted to follow but i haven’t got the strength plus who knows what other weapons the one eyed midget might have at his disposal.

Then another thought enters my head.

Will the little fucker flee or return to finish me off?

To find out come back and read part two.

Because if you don;t then Audley Creed wont be pleased not pleased at all.

THE END

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories and could you please consider making a donation to go towards my dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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