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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:41 pm
A time to be caught
Amanda Seghi
February 1, 2007
The moonbeams scattered across the vast land; water
ran in the night. Twigs snapped underfoot and rocks
overturned. Plants fought for the light; wild
creatures wandered about. Through the darkness, a dim
light twinkled, a flashlight. Two figures walked
slowly through the woods, their only source of light
in hand. Wary of bears, wolves, tree roots or the
occasional serial killer, they crept slowly with
hesitation.
“I want to go back Jimmy!” came the female voice of
the smaller figure. “Why… you scared?” came a male
voice in taunting sound. “Of course I am, you jerk.” A
yelp of pain came from Jimmy for the female had hit
him for his taunts. “You big baby, I didn’t even hit
you hard…” she growled at him with no remorse. “Hmm…?
What’s that?” In the distance, a black house stood,
ominously beckoning. “Is… is that it, Jimmy?” “Yeah…
isn’t it creepy?” Jimmy made eerie moans and groans,
“Oh… you better watch out Susan, the killer will get
you!” he continued to try and frighten her until the
said Susan delivered a hard punch to his arm.
“You know the story Susan? About this house?” “Mm…
N-no” came Susan’s weak reply. “Well…it was any normal
day, and this lovely girl was wandering about in
town…” Susan’s jealous voice interrupted him, “Who are
you calling lovely, Jimmy?” “Com’on… you know I love
you, Babe.” He smiled in the dark and continued,
“Well, a young man of about twenty to twenty-five
calls to her from the street, he was fascinated by her
and after lunch, they knew they had to see more of
each other. So time and again they met. One night he
wanted to take her somewhere special; he took her
here. Here is where he changed on her, where he raped
her, sickly played with her, torture and then
mutilation. He scattered her limbs and organs
throughout the house, so no one could find her. He
didn’t want anyone else to have her beautiful body, so
now her sorrowful spirit lingers in the house, waiting
for someone to find her pieces, bring them together
and let her rest; but before she does, she probably
wants her murdered caught. So we’re going on the eve
of her death to find her, Susan.” Susan had attached
herself onto her boy friend’s arms during the tale;
she was frightened even more now.
The two climbed the old stairs, the wood creaked as
their weight strained the weather worn steps. The
porch was long, the full length of the front. The door
was made of solid wood, the knob brass. Spiders
nestled in the windows and rats poked their noses out
of the walls and stairs. Inside, dust layered
everything in a gray blanket. Cobwebs hung down and
leaves crumpled on the floor. An old stairway was in
front of them on the right wall; on the back wall hung
a covered portrait and underneath it was a stone
fireplace. “This is so cool. Let’s find the room he
killed her in!!” “Jimmy, this isn’t a game, we should
go!” It was too late, he had climbed the rickety
stairs and she had to follow. “Wait up, I can’t see!”
“Then open your eyes Babe.” He giggled out loud as he
pointed the light at her. “Oh hardy har har, very
funny Jimmy.”
There were three doors and a closet door, perhaps to
the attic. The first room was a bathroom and as they
shined light upon everything, it seemed clear. When
they turned their backs a sound came, a dripping
sound. Jimmy shined the light on the tub, moving
closer to peer in. He nearly dropped the flashlight
when he saw blood had filled the tub and was dripping
from the faucet. Susan screamed and ran down the
stairs, Jimmy followed after her. The front door that
had been opened was now closed and locked. Jimmy tried
everything to bust it down and then he went after the
fragile window, but nothing would break. Susan sat on
the dust-covered floor and began to cry, Jimmy tried
to comfort her but nothing worked. “I told you Jimmy!
We shouldn’t have come!” “Oh… but then who would help
me?”
“Ow! What did I do?” came Jimmy’s voice in a whiny
tone. “Quit it! I know you’re the one who was just
talking.” Her shrill voice echoed through the
abandoned house. Before the two a white orb shone. It
floated above their heads, just under the rusted
chandelier. The orb glowed with a blue hue around the
outer part; the center was a bright white. It spoke in
a sad tone, it was a female, “Please… will you not
find my pieces and put me to rest? Find my killer and
give him his dues. Follow me to find the first
pieces.” It moved to the second floor, its glow faint
from the first floor. The two teens were frozen in
place, blinking away the image. “Did that just
happen?” Jimmy asked out loud. He looked around to see
Susan was gone; she was heading up to the second floor
now. He ran after her; they stopped in front of the
bathroom door as the orb vanished into the door.
Slowly, they opened the door together and shined the
flashlight in. Still the blood wafted in the air and
its dark presence lingered in the tub. The ghost’s
voice came to them again, “Check the dark fluid that
once coursed through my veins.” “You’ve got to be
kidding.” Came the voices of the two scared teens.
“You must, my essence of a life lies within.” “All
right, I will.” Susan stepped towards the tub. Jimmy
grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes, telling
her not to. She smiled to reassure him and then knelt
by the tub, dipping her hands into the warm, thick
liquid. She felt around till her hands touched the
bottom of the porcelain tub. Her jacket sleeves soaked
up the blood; she felt something soft, something
pounding. She took the thing from the blood and Jimmy
shone the light on it. In her hands a beating heart
rested. The orb spoke, “Yes, my heart. Please keep my
body together in blood.” Jimmy grabbed an old bucket
and filled it with blood to put the heart in. Susan
went back to fishing; in the end the bucket was filled
with a beating heart, intestines and her vital organs.
“Now… you must retrieve my head, torso, arms and
legs.” The orb vanished and headed down the hall. “I
can’t believe we are doing this…” Susan said to Jimmy
as they followed the ghost. “I know… but you’re the
one who’s done it all so far.” Jimmy smiled as he
praised his girl’s sudden courage.
The spirit stopped in front of the room down the
hall, it looked darker than the rest. Once the two
came, she said, “ I am unable to enter, you must find
my head amongst the room on your own.” Jimmy opened
the door to the black room; the dim light scanned over
dust-covered furniture; a dresser, bed, vanity and
another door were in the room along with miscellaneous
items. “Where would he stash a… head?” Jimmy shivered
at the though as he continued looking in and around
the old furniture. As he walked to the now opaque
windows, a creak caught his attention. He shined the
light to where his foot had stepped; he knelt down and
applied pressure to the worn floorboards. As he did,
it creaked louder. He used his hand and knocked on the
floor till he heard hollowness in the floor. Feeling
for a seam, his fingers dragged along the wood and
dust; there it was, the hollow plank, He found a
broken piece of a china plate and wedged it between
the planks. He set the plank to the side and looked
into the dark with the torch, he saw a piece of
material. Reaching, with expectation of the head, he
grabbed the felt bag, puling it out to the open. A
bulge protruded in the black bag, he was scared to
open it. Taking the new package to the hallway, Susan
looked to him with worry while the orb spoke, “Thank
you. Now for my torso.” She vanished and reappeared
downstairs. The two crept down the rickety stairs and
in the middle, Susan stopped. The creak was
exceptionally loud to her that it made her pause.
After a moment, she shifted her weight, but the old
board snapped and her leg fell through. Her scream
penetrated the air and Jimmy quickly grabbed her
flailing arms. More boards snapped and her body kept
slipping away. Finally Jimmy was able to get enough
leverage to pull her out. He held her close and
checked her legs, some wood scraped her and minor cuts
bleed. He ripped the sleeve and collar from his shirt
then he used the remnants as a makeshift bandage for
her shin. She kissed him softly. Easing their way down
the unsafe stairs, they held one another; they sighed
at the bottom with relief. “The kitchen… for my legs…”
Once in the kitchen, they hunted through the wooden
cabinets, but to no avail, only rats and spiders.
Susan and Jimmy looked at each other and then to the
fridge. “Do you think…” came Susan’s voice, followed
by Jimmy’s, “Mm…” He opened the freezer door; a foul,
rotting smell greeted him. Once they had recovered
from the odor, they saw the pair, crammed into the
small place. Jimmy took them out and quickly placed
them on the floor, “They’re still… cold?” His face was
surprised and grossed out. “Can we leave them in the
main room? Or perhaps wrap them?” “I believe something
might be useful in that closet.” Jimmy wandered to the
closet and opened it wide, as he did; a few rats
darted out and squeaked by. Uncaring, he looked about
till he found a few bags; he placed the severed legs
into them and they all left without a word.
The final room was the basement. They descended the
stairs into the unknown dark, and awaiting. There was
carpet at the end, how odd. “There is a light switch
on the wall there.” Susan flicked it on and a bulb on
the ceiling flickered on. In the basement, furniture
filled the walls. A bed was to the wall, a video
camera, dull utensils on a table, a fireplace and a
curtain. “His torture room…” Jimmy and Susan were in
shock and horror, this was where he killed her, but it
looked like there had been others, possibly. The two
looked around for the last parts, all the while
imagining the tortures. Finally, Jimmy found the bare
torso, he blushed slightly and called for Susan. She
wrapped it in a sheet and took it to the middle of the
room. They both had noticed the incisions along the
whole torso, showing where he had extracted the
organs. “Now, my arms are left.” Again they searched
and soon Susan found the long arms, behind the
curtain. Once they had all the pieces together they
heard voices at the door; Quickly Jimmy turned the
light off and Susan moved the pieces underneath the
stairway, where they all hid. The lights came back on
and a man placed a limp woman on the bed. She stirred,
showing signs of intoxication. “Oh, so this is what
you had in mind… you’re so erotic.” The female spoke
to the male with a partial slur. “So… let’s play now.”
The man stripped his shirt away and climbed onto the
bed. Susan and Jimmy held each other and averted their
attention elsewhere. The man then did many things to
the drunk woman and when she was completely bare, he
stepped away to turn the camera on. He went to the
table and took a small, blood crusted knife; turning
back to her he smiled and said, “Do you like pain?”
thinking him to be funny and sexy she replied, “Of
course, now come back over here…” “Good.” He grinned
as he showed her the knife. Her eyes filled with
tears, she couldn’t move because of fear. Slowly he
teased with the knife, gently tracing it along her
throat then down her breast and abdomen. Suddenly, a
light filled the dim room and by the bedside, a girl
stood. She was young and beautiful; the man stopped
and starred. “You… you… you’re Candice!” The girl
nodded and spoke, “ You will not torture anymore
innocent girls… you will not live like your father
had…” On an impulse, Jimmy darted for the knives; he
grabbed any he could reach and then rushed the
stranger. The man heard him and quickly defended
himself from the attack. After a quick tussle, Jimmy
ended up on the floor. Susan cried out and ran at the
man. Startled, he pointed the knife towards her and
Jimmy yelled out for her to stop. Instead, Susan had
prepared herself and at the right moment, she jumped
and kicked his hand with full force. The knife flew
away from him and he became unarmed. The woman ran and
hid, covering herself with a sheet; Candice walked
towards the man, she did not abide by the laws of
physics, she passed through the bed. The man was
scared; Susan helped Jimmy; the woman wailed. “The
blood line of your father shall end tonight… when you
see him, say hello for me, won’t you?” The man ran
towards the table, but Candice wanted to show him his
own game; the light went out as she pursued him. In
the dark, Susan and Jimmy cringed as they listened to
the agonizing screams of the man and the cracks and
pops of bones and utensils. He tried running in the
dark, but being not able to see, he knocked the table
down and fell upon his father’s own devices. More pain
staking cries emanated from his throat; satisfied,
Candice let out a laugh. Jimmy put the light upon the
man and saw him pulling the utensils out of his body
one by one. He ripped them out and as he was getting
ready to get up, Jimmy turned the light out. Candice
spoke, “Isn’t it fun? Torturing people for your own
sick fun, isn’t it delightful? Arousing? It wasn’t for
me and it isn’t for the other innocent girls you’ve
brought here. Your father’s blood has contaminated
you; you are you father! May I rest in peace finally…”
One last shriek came from the man and then there was
silence. After a few moments, Jimmy turned the
flashlight on and looked around. He covered Susan’s
eyes as he looked at the gruesome face of the man. His
eyes were impaled and the mouth was sewn shut; no
signs of instance death were visible. Candice came to
them again, “I thank you both dearly, but I must ask
one more thing of you… will you bury me?” Susan nodded
and gathered the pieces together as Jimmy escorted the
confused woman, handing her her clothes. They left her
in the house to change as they went around back.
The rain pattered down on the ground and no sound of
thunder in the sky came. They found a place by a tree,
a soft are to put Candice. Shovels weren’t found so
they used rocks to dig through the soft soil. At about
three feet deep, Candice said it would do. So Susan
placed the legs in first then Jimmy put the torso in
and then the arms and head. Lastly, Susan placed the
still beating heart in and the organs, dumping the
remaining blood over the pieced together body. They
scooped the dirt back into the shallow grave and stood
once they were done. The beating was heard from
beneath. A glow became visible to them and Candice
stood before them, a smile on her ghostly face, “I
can’t thank you both enough. You have my eternal
gratitude. I can finally rest in peace.” She turned
and vanished. The moon was partly seen behind gray
clouds; rain lightly sprinkled the earth. The old tree
stood tall, its branches bare; the beating ceased and
Candice was at peace, forever.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:43 pm
Yeah, so this one has, I suppose, 'gore' I don't know what you can rate it as, but I think it's pretty low. Um, if it's not, just tell me and I'll put it somewhere else. ^^;
~Kita
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