SHORT STORIES: The Odd Horror Story

The Odd Horror Story

It’s raining; the sounds of thunder, violently tearing away at the sky. Brian, somewhat a creep, crying and digging the dirt in his back garden. A 6 feet deep pit, looks like he’s burying a person that’s in a black bag next to him. A gush of wind and a sudden smell from the corpse; he inhales the revolting odour from the flesh. Every drop of tear, every chunk he digs from the dirt signifies the guilt he’s suffering from. As he drops the body in; a straight stiff face, no emotion, burying the corpse with every inch of dirt, “Farewell,” he says. With an evil giggle, retching, spitting on his clothes like a hog. Then throws the spade down.

Making his way into the house; he goes to sit down, an elegant old 1840’s style living room depicts his taste for a Victorian era. He Sparks up a cigar, calm, collected, chocking on the first puff then begins to weep, “No, no,” shaking his head in disbelief, then with a chuckle. Some kind of twisted freak he is, sitting back in the chair, his dog Sparky lies beside him with a sad face but, Brian takes no notice.

Something doesn’t seem right as he turns his head towards a picture on the wall. That of him and a beautiful woman, on his knees, holding her hand; looks like a proposal. So he gets up and walks towards it, sweating and heavy breathing takes over him, a gasp of breath and all of a sudden, he’s fine. Another puff of the cigar. Brian shouts,

“Finally, freedom for another year.”

Then puts out the cigar, and walks down the dark hallway, agitated, he hears something drop in the kitchen – shudders as he stops and looks back. “GULP!” His eyes are full of fear, now approaching a well lit room with a double bed. A teddy bear lies flat on the bed and he walks up to it. A profound stare, “I’m going to miss you,” he says, stroking its head, then kisses its forehead.

What’s gotten into him? GOD knows, but yesterday he was fine, happy, while he met a couple of his friends at a local pub. George had asked how he and his wife was, he answered with a happy face “We’re great, couldn’t be any happier.” That’s good,” George answered. Keith spotted something wrong, there was blood on his shirt. “What’s that,” Keith uttered. Brian looked down at his shirt; shrugging his shoulders, “Just from a nose bleed, my wife forgot to wipe it up,” but Keith wasn’t too convinced.

So Brian stops stroking the teddy’s head, and the candle goes out in the room. Brian sounds scared “Please, I don’t wanna die,” trembling – sounds of something bashing against the wall, Brian bellows in agony. Some sort of struggle takes place and all of a sudden, everything goes silent… The light comes on; he’s on the floor, no sign of movement, the bulging eyes and blood from his mouth suggest that he’s dead. The doorbell rings… and up he gets, laughing. What a weirdo, making his way to the front door through the dark hallway.

As he opens the door, it’s his wife, the lady in the picture standing with Keith, She offers him something. “I brought you your tablets,” she says while smiling at him. He smiles back. I guess he never killed her after all. I guess you can decide what happens next but, we will never know who or what he was burying in the back garden.

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