Houseman |
She was dead. Blood spread all over the floor, and the gun hole seemed to be leering at me. I had shot her, along with her lover. Was it worth it? Despite my anger, now that they were dead I started to regret my choice. Could it not have been solved or was there no other way? Panic took hold of me and my sweat started to run in floods. I felt cold and numbed, paralysed with fear. Nothing seemed to make sense at this moment, nothing but the fear.
I fell to my knees, the tears started to flow. Why? Why did I not think this through? It was too late now anyway. I took up the gun and pointed it at my head, but I couldn’t do it. Instead the darker me took over, the survivor. Almost by pure instinct I started to drag the bodies into the bathroom and brought in the chainsaw. The blade started to cut violently through the flesh and chopped them into nice little pieces. Then I gathered the remains and put them in big black plastic bags. I dragged the bodies down the stairs and out in the garden, underneath the big trees’ shadow. I grabbed a shovel and started to dig and dig until I had made a big fine hole. With raw force I dumped the bags into the hole, and then carefully filled it. When I was done I went back to the house and piled all the flammable stuff together, then I headed to the garage to pick up the Gasoline Can. The gas soaked itself well and nice into the expensive furniture, it would be a nice fire. The furious monster screamed for the match to be lit, waiting to burn. As if hypnotized my hand lit the match and threw it on the big sofa. It was beautiful. The flames burst into rage as the match ignited the monster as it roared and grew. More and more. I walked out of the house with determined steps, followed by the perilous flames. Only survival was essential now.
I got into the car and just started driving to God knows where. I kept well under the speed limit, no need to bring unwanted attention on me. Hopefully I would remain unnoticed. As I was driving deeper and deeper into the night, “the survivor” faded away. Then all came into focus and I stopped the car. I got out of the car and hopelessly started running into the nearby forest. I ran and ran; even though it would not help now I still just kept running. The police would find me eventually, so what was the point? But still I kept running. Finally I gave up and let myself fall to the ground exhausted, no longer prolonging my awaiting punishment.
I closed my eyes and let it all slip away, embracing the darkness to mist my mind. When I woke up sometime later, three big hounds were standing over me. They barred their teeth and growled with a terrible ferocity at me. The piercing stare of their eyes paralysed me with fear. Although I was too afraid to move my head, my focus turned on a terrible laughter that was suddenly heard out there in the dark. “So you finally fell into our lap, you bastard.” Another equally harsh and horrid voice was heard. “Hehehe, great idea to let ‘em hounds take care of him.” “Yep, just another fool killed by insane dogs. Lets get out of here.” Their heavy footsteps slowly faded away from my line of hearing, and only the dogs remained with me. Their jaws finally sunk into flesh and blackness fell into my mind again.
I woke up, in my own bed. Should I not be dead?
It was all just a nightmare it seems. Being relived by this, I headed out to the kitchen and made myself a cup well earned coffee to calm my nerves. Just as I began to drink it I saw something outside the window, my wife in her white dress with another man holding her tight. I fell to the floor in despair; it was neither a dream nor reality. A warning it seems that appeared true, for this scene I beheld was how the nightmare began. I waited in the silent dark until I saw the two go upstairs, giggling and discussing dirty “matters”. I went up shortly after them with determined steps and slammed the door open. Shocked as they were, they dared not move. I calmly walked towards the stereo and put on Bachs’ “Toccata & Fugue”. Then I took my clothes off, walked to bed and said: “Lets do it, bitches.” I started slowly to engage my wife orally and very soon the shocked lover joined in on her in the downstairs. She resisted at first but then just kept moaning in ecstasy. What better way to punish her than this? She screamed again and again in pleasure. It was beautiful.
-Frattimonde
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