Hello I Would Like To Report A Murder. Read Count : 130

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

“It started to visit me when I was a kid. I see it faces so often, every detail. The thing looks vaguely like me, but its eye, no holes, it's holes are red, a blood red. It's eyes. Its eyes tear holes in your chest without it even having to look at you. Its face is so skinny so pale, it melts as it walks. It has a tall and lanky body, its bones are breaking out of breaking the skin. It is pure evil. It is what the real devil is, it is god, it is true humanity! I had made a deal with this creature, never held my end. I should have let it kill me and let fate happen. Now it was back to get its prize. My family got my punishment.  I heard a faint scream coming from downstairs. Had it come, not now, I need more time! The scream pierced me, paralyzed me with fear, I ran out of the room. To see my mother had only dropped a plate. I stumbled back to my room. You could never know the relief I felt. A relief that would not last. The curtains cast a shadow on my bed. The shadows long fingers reached out to touch me, the cold icy hand gripped my hand.

 The tight grip made my hand felt lifeless. Like a fish struggling to get a last breath. My screams were heard by none except this manic evil. It was here, now and forever, it wants me dead, but first it wanted me to suffer. I felt the jab of it’s long ice talons into my stomach, I could hear it tear through my flesh, I just stared forward. The world went black. I could hear my sister's screams. How could such a sweet child produce those screams, horrid ear raping screams. The type of screams that will haunt your dreams for the rest of your existence. Beyond life, beyond death. Three gunshots pierced the air. Bang, Bang, Bang! Then a loud thud and one more yell. A raging sound came in one ear and out the other. Cold rushed over me, it felt like hours before I finally heard a small squeaky chuckle, cold and fierce. I then woke, tucked in my bed. Safe, curtins still intact. Was it a dream. Was I okay. It was a dream! My worst fear was just that, a fear, it had not come true. 

When walking out I realized how terribly wrong I was. My body froze, my mind was racing though.  My mother was the first body I saw. Her corpse faced me, her eyes frozen in a look of true fear, her pale chubby hand pointed to me, she reached out as if she was reaching for the hope that was just out of touch, she stared at me, her mouth was slightly open as if she was trying to tell me something. Her cries for help never reach me. Her hair was in a bloody fleshy mound on the floor, you could see exposed brain and bone for she had been scalped. Her death was cold, dark. Her faith was my fault, my fault completely. My eyes moved down the hall following a story of blood that danced on the walls. Singing sadly to me as it went. My father was the next story. Three shots, head, stomach, and chest. 

His body set up on display. Sitting up on the wall with his hands politely folded in his lap. His eyes were taken from his skull and thrown upon the floor like small skipping stones on the water. Down the hall I saw a long smear of blood going from my sisters room. I ran, ran to my sister's room. Her death would be the worst. She was so young, I could not even think, I could only her it's voice. The most innocent always had the worst fate. The most innocent ALWAYS I had the worst fate. Rounding the bend I came to a sight almost more terrifying, the room was empty, clean, kept. Maybe she was spared? I decided to walk over to the balcony, I walk slowly holding my breath. 

 I feared what I may see. The feeling of complete helplessness came over me as I realized that even if she had managed to escape she would be damaged for life. Nothing, nothing was over the age. She had gotten away! It had let her go. The next part almost made me fall off the stairs. Right underwear I had been standing my sister was strung up like a marionette puppet. All of her weight was put on her neck which had broken, bone seeping out of the skin. The skin turned purple, it was rotting slowly. Her wrists were bound so tightly that blood dripped down her fingertips that swung just above her knees which had been broken. Her thighs had been cut. X’s marked up and down her legs. Under her feet were her dolls. Set to watch this horrific execution forever. Laughing and having a small daemonic tea party in celebration. It would find me next.

 It had come for its price. In a split second, it could come from a dark mysterious corner. In a desperate attempt to hide from this fate I decided to go into the basement. I don’t know what made me do this but I felt its presence and I felt I needed to hide. Walking down the stairs I heard its cackling voice in the back of my head.

 It pierced my ears and cause me to trip. Gravity never liked me. I grappled my way up and saw what I was trying to avoid. It was behind me. It was holding my neck with its cold boney hands. It’ claws were bloody, but the blood had long dried. Its grip grew tighter by the second and its eyes screamed bloody tears.

 I heard distant sirens. My family must have called the cops before it had killed them! In a moment I grabbed a letter opener on the table and stabbed it right in the heart. Its heart was set ablaze by this act. It started to slowly burn from the inside out, now completely deteriorating, its eyes dripped onto my face as it started to fall.

 In one last attempted its icy talons reached up to cut my throat before it fell. I blacked out, I woke in the hospital. Please. You have to believe me! It is still out there and will kill again. Please, Please!” Kevin's eyes pleaded with the hospital therapist. With a sigh the therapist motion to the guards to take Kevin back to his cell. 


“ Damn you!” Kevin yell being dragged down the hall. The therapist honestly felt for him. “ He’s unstable. He should not be near others, and you should up his prescription. His condition is getting worse.” The therapist whispered to the doctor who nodded her head and left.



Walking down the hall was always the worst part of the night. The hollow screams bellowed through him every time he dragged himself down the hall. Today's visit with Kevin was more than disturbing. Kevin had kept this story for years and he knew Kevin was completely insane, but Kevin was utterly afraid of “IT”. He would never feel this fear and never hoped to. At one point, police had believed that since Kevin was only 12 at the time of the killings that maybe Kevin mistook his attacker for the devil of some sort.

 They found Kevin's DNA on all the bodies, and weapons, and soon after they realized Kevin's mental instability and locked him up. It did amaze him how a person like Kevin could keep a story for so long. Kevin kept his story for 50 years so far. He had to pass Kevin’s cell. Every day. He had been Kevin's therapist since Kevin had been admitted. He felt he had to at least check on Kevin. Today's experience made him realize Kevin was worse than normal. 

The twist around the wall lends to a sight he was not ready for. In the hall two guards, dead, necks broken, X carved into their backs. Beside them Kevin. Kevin had cut his wrist and bled out on the floor. His face showed a look of utter evil insanity mixed with the most painful fear a person could produce.

 “ It caught up.” The therapist said almost throwing up. He felt cold. Cold-like in Kevin's story. He calmly stumbled by the newly made corpses to the office near the entrance, picked up the phone, dialed the police, and wait for the ring. “ 911 what’s your emergency.” “ Hello, I would like to report a murder.”















































Comments

  • awesome...

    Dec 07, 2019

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