He said he loves scary ****, so I took out a 7 inch buck knife, made in 1972, and I grabbed his wife by the scruff of her neck. I slowly cut his wife's throat from one ear, to the other. The sounds echoed in the modest home, and her blood sprayed all over his scared face. He died of a heart attack within minutes. At least he died doing something he loves...being scared...sorry he couldn't enjoy it longer
I awoke as I often do from the depths of sleep immediate and startled as if escaping a nightmare yet the dream is always tranquil I don't like complete darkness a slight crack of the door allowing in a bit of hallway light is just enough to make out the room I check the alarm clock and see that it is 3:33 a time often repeated as I am called to consciousness from peaceful rest this happens quite often so often in fact that I keep a recorder bedside to turn on before returning to sleep
I spot something in the far right corner two small pale orbs about a foot off the floor slowly, almost imperceptibly moving upward the crack of the door begins to close there is no light save for the two... wait...these are not orbs they are eyes and they are fixed on me and they are no longer moving upward but towards me ever so slowly...methodically I vaguely see the outline of it's head long and narrow with a tapered chin I cannot only feel, but literally hear my heart pounding everything becomes intense the darkness, the quiet, the fear like a child I bury myself beneath the thick down comforter and begin to pray but before I can whisper 'Our Father who art in Heaven...' I feel the comforter being slowly pulled from just beyond my feet I manage a weak scream and a final whispered plea before the pounding stops "Who are you?"
there were no signs of a break-in or struggle no items taken yet the police have no explanation for what they heard on my recorder... "I am death"
based on actual events - other than the dying part
In the distance A light began to shine Sitting on the porch We waited curiously
A soft tap was heard The tapping grew louder As we exchanged glances A lady’s voice called out to us
“Stop it” She yelled.
In the distance The light grew brighter and hungrier As quick as an engine roared to start The roar just as quickly, came to a halt
Frustrated murmurs Fists against glass He wanted his keys Leave her alone, please
I imagined the stench of his whiskey stained breath As possible scenarios invaded my head Was she safe? Was he drunk?
I asked these questions out loud But I don’t remember any answers Searching for them myself I stumbled closer to the sound
Now she was screaming. Don’t hurt me Please don’t hurt me There’s a baby
I had to help her.
Running back towards the group No memory of talking to them I’m sure that I did I only remember
Gritting my teeth Closing my eyes Covering my ears Trying to block out the sound
Her screams and cries for help Slowly morphed and twisted Into my brothers voice His six year old voice
The tapping on the window Became the rattling of a bunk bed The woman’s screams and yelling Became my baby brothers cries for help
I’ve gone backwards. 10 years.
It’s been three days since I heard her yell And three days since his screams began
It’s been three hours since I took the pill bottle And three hours since I put it down again
It was a painful night. I don’t think I can ever put into words how helpless I felt that night. No experience has ever felt as close to my childhood before. The police were called and I think that she’s okay. I’m okay now too thanks to my beautiful friends and partner.