Dead Air - A Collection of Horror Stories

Katharine

She is so beautiful. You'll never get tired of looking at her.

As my girl sits across the Cypress dining table, fingers wrapped around the wine glass and her tired head resting on the table, I find myself once again lost in admiration. Those perfect eyes, perfect lips, perfect messy blonde hair falling over her face... I love her so much. I pour the wine from my glass back into the bottle. She is intoxication enough.

I still remember the first day I saw her.

o o o o

I was fired from my job and went to the roadside bar by the gas station – my favourite escape. There I saw her behind the counter, handing out shots and glasses to other desperate drunkards like me. She looked mesmerizing in ripped jeans and a slinky tube top exposing her beautiful cleavage and toned arms and shoulders. Her hips swayed in purposeful grace. Her face was thin with full cherry lips and a sharp jaw line. Her eyes were crystal blue and eyelashes were flaked with dark make-up. She smiled when she saw me and leaned down on the counter, widening the scope of her voluminous cleavage. She smelled of alcohol and wildness. "What can I get you, honey?"

"Something strong," I said, "What's your name?"

"Sexy," she said naughtily, "Sugar and Babe are pretty popular these days too."

I grinned, "You know I won't call you any of those."

"Katharine." She said as she turned around to get me a glass, "It means 'pure', by the way. Ironic, don't you think?" She poured me something transparent.

"What is this?" I asked, sitting down by the counter.

"Guess, why don't you." She said and moved onto the other customers.

I took a sip and my head became light, "Rum?"

"Jamaican white rum," She nodded.

I sat there in the bar staring at the love of my life until she told me it was closing time.

"I love you," I told her, my voice raspy and muffled with drunkenness.

"What else do you love?" She smiled at me.

"Your perfume."

"And?"

"This rum thing you gave me."

She laughed. "Get your ass out of here. Come tomorrow again."

The way she laughed, man. It made me want to bite her.

I came again the next day, and the day after that, and every other day. I couldn't help it. Staring at her made my worries disappear up in a smoke. She understood me. Those pitiful smiles and gentle strokes on my cheek; those lonely blue eyes which winked at me and those bony hands which poured me the poison – I knew they understood my pain and despair more than anyone else. No alcohol could quench my thirst, for I was thirsty for her.

But what drived me mad was that I was no more than a drunk to her. She poured drinks to all other men, played along with all other men, smiled at all other men. It killed me every time. So I decided to put an end to it.

One night, I grabbed her and took her to the back of the deserted gas station. Before she could retort, I kissed her violently. She pushed me away with strong, experienced arms.

"Stop!"

"I love you." I said.

"You're drunk." She said angrily and started walking away. I pinned her against the wall, bashed the empty bottle in my hands against the wall and then ignoring her screams, slit her throat with the jagged piece of glass. Her screams subsided and her head dropped lifelessly onto my chest. I smiled at her cold, blood-sprayed face in relief.

Katharine was mine, now.

o o o o

"It's late, honey," I tell Katharine from across the table, "Let's go to bed." I move across and pick up her body from the chair. To this day, she stares at me with those lifeless crystal eyes. I will have to give her a bath and then dress her into night clothes. I'm going to have to be careful not to clean her neck too much – it turns the entire bathwater brown and gives it an awful smell.

I undress her and gently lay her down in the bathtub. I turn on the hot water tap and wait.

It's been three weeks now. Katharine is getting heavier to carry and I'm having to cover my nose to kiss her these days.

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