The loud noise from the passenger door shutting blasted across the front yard and the car at full speed reversed down the driveway. "Let's Go!! God's work is finished here." Mr. Quakers voice echoed across the driveway."That's one less demon in the world, sometimes you gotta take out a good one to get to the bad one." Preached Mr. Quaker.
My little fragile legs started getting lethargic from the running, I lost my pace breathing heavily almost to a halt.
BANG, The rear end of the car smashed into me dragging me back a few feet, scattering my belongings across the gravel road. From here on I viewed the rest from above, it was like I in a dream or watching a play, I was still there with everyone.
"What in the hell was that?" Mr. Quaker slammed on the breaks, bringing the car to a complete stop. Mrs. Quaker opened her door and got out of the car, exhaust filled the air and the cars beautiful beams of light were pointing at the house in the distance, flooding into the near surroundings. The only thing making any sort of noise was the rumbling of the car, no one within a mile could hear this.
Mr. Quaker gets out and walks to the back of the car to see what he hit. What he saw was a doll with its clothing tied around its hand with red thread.
"There nothing behind here," Said Mr. Quaker
Mrs. Quaker did her look around starting at the front working her way back.
"Must have been a coyote" Said Mr. Quaker
She looked under the car, and what she saw is nothing short of gruesome. Something you never wanna have to witness in your entire life. A nightgown covered in blood and dirt, rips shredding down the sides exposing the torn-up skin of my bare body. A black bag with all my favorite belongings got scattered about laying in a pool of my own blood. My face, full of scratch wounds from being dragged about while the car was still moving, a heavy flow of blood pouring from my mouth, and the back of my head oozing like molasses.
Mrs. Quaker slowly brought herself back up and made eye contact with her partner in crime. He knew something wasn't right from the fearful stare she gave him.
"It's the little girl, under the car" Said Mrs. Quaker
"Is she dead?" Said Mr. Quaker?
" I believe so"
"Get in the car, " Said Mr. Quaker
Mrs. Quaker peaking her head under the car one more time says. "We can't just leave her there, we should get rid of her... what if someone drives by and sees a dead girl layin there, someone will call the police and they will find that the Stirtzinger's were the victims of a grisly murder," Said Mrs. Quaker
Mr. Quaker takes a few seconds to think this.
"How bout we just throw her in the fuckin well then.'
He exited the vehicle, dragged my dead body from under the car and struggled to throw me over his shoulder. "The weight of this little girl is a lot heavier than you'd think,"He struggles for a few minutes — Mrs. Quaker watching. She didn't wanna get any blood on her clothes so she stood back watched, her face was getting more pale by the second when she started to comprehend what they just did.
"Would you fuckin help me, instead of just staring at me"
Mrs. Quaker grabbed the bottom half of my body and lifting me onto Mr. Quaker's shoulders.
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The Two That Killed My Parents .... And Me (Short Story)
HororIn 1925 My parents were murdered in their backcountry home for a secret they've been keeping from the town of Fleet. A secret that no one should have to keep in the first place. #10 IN SOUTHERN SHORT STORY [8000 words] *****Disclosure, this book...
