Short Story ( The Crazy Killer )

The Crazy Killer

Looking down the eerie hallway I hear tapping on the closet door “ Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap “

It almost has a melody to it that's calming in a way.

Creeping down the hallway more tapping sounds at the other end of the house adding a cross-over with the tapping melody already playing. Looking up in the creaky house to the clock the hour hand hits three sending an electrical wave of sound through the whole house.

The tapping stops and the upstairs door creeps open making a creaking noise.

Walking up the unstable stairs the door starts opening and closing, opening and closing.

Stepping towards the door I stop it with my hand and walk in the bathroom and as soon as I pass the threshold the door slams behind me “ THUD “ making the noise spread throughout the house.

Walking towards the bathtub there is blood seeping over the edge staining the wood underneath.

I reach into the tub pulling out a hand with a ring. Memories of my childhood flood back from staring at the ring. I remember my mother wearing it before she passed.  Then as soon as I think that somebody stole the ring, memories flood back of a wedding, my wedding?

I drop the cold bloody hand and lift her head up remembering who she was looking at her blonde now bloody hair, her eyes stare up at me with so much fear and anger and I chuckle her eyes always made me laugh they were always shaped so weird and she was so ugly, why would i ever marry someone so ugly?

I drop her back in the blood and water making it splash as she goes back under water. I stand And go to the mirror and behind me she stands staring right back at me and I break out into a fit of laughter falling to the ground.

She came back to haunt me? SHE CAME BACK TO HAUNT ME! But why do I wonder if I was always so kind to her, always opening and closing the door for her, always pulling her chair out for her when we went to dinner, and she still came back to haunt me?

I stood up from the ground still keeping eye contact with her and started walking to the old shed in the backyard slowly, oh so slowly making my way down the steps to the door and out to the shed.

All the gardening tools were in here so were carpentry supplies i walked over to the drill and i grabbed a nail heading oh so slowly back out of the shed to the door and up the steps to the bathroom setting down the drill i place the nail in the corner of my eye right by my nose and pick up the drill staring right at my dead wife i start drilling and drilling and drilling until all i remember is my name i don't remember what happened why im in this bathroom and why there is blood everywhere so i stay on the ground in the blood until finally after days and days of waiting i finally die from starvation.