McConnell House

1932 Part 5 Redux

Ted showed up at the graveyard just past midnight. He parked, got out, and opened his truck to get his shovel. There could be only one explanation for what was going on, he thought. Agatha was not dead. Somehow she had tricked everyone into thinking she was, going so far as to be buried. Later she was dug up, probably by her lawyer/lover Walton. For what purpose? To get away with murder. But things didn't go as planned, he had survived her attempt. So now she was trying to drive him mad.

That was pretty far fetched Ted thought, but it was the best he could come up with. The only way to prove it was to dig up her grave and see what was in her coffin.

He turned on his flashlight, and started searching for Agatha's grave. He knew he should of come the day he wanted to dance on it.

Thirty minutes later he found it, thanks to the loose dirt that had caused him to trip. He put the flashlight down and started digging. It would normally take him hours to dig the grave, but thanks to whoever did it before him, the ground was still soft, and easily removed.

Even so, Ted was covered from head to toe in dirt, sweat pouring off him by the time he got to the coffin. He threw the shovel out of the grave, rubbed his hands together as if was about to receive some money, bent down and pulled. The lid didn't move an inch.

“Mother fucker!” he yelled, covering his mouth right after as if he just got caught saying a naughty word by his mom. He waited a few minutes to see if anyone had heard him and would come over to see what was going on. Hearing nothing, he bent down and tried again. It didn't budge.

Ted stomped on the lid, throwing a mini temper tantrum. Getting a hold of himself, he looked down at the coffin, wondering how he was going to open it. There was a crack where he had stomped on it. He climbed out of the grave, grabbed the shovel, and dropped back in.

Several hits later, the lid to the coffin was cracked open enough too see inside. He crouched down to see, pointing his flashlight at the coffin. Inside was a decomposed corpse, impossible to identify. But the corpse had brunette hair, just like Agatha did. It was also wearing Agatha's wedding dress.

He remembered her saying she wanted to be buried in it once. What a freak.

Ted was humming to himself as he applied some cologne to his face. Today was the day Tracy came over to settle her bill. He couldn't be sure if she would go for what he wanted, but he was feeling lucky.

Ever since he had buried his wife up a couple days ago, he was feeling great. Next day Cst. Old and Cst. Fat had paid him a visit. They had caught the vandals that messed with his wife's grave. Just a couple of idiot teenagers.

The sounds he had heard in the place must really have been creaks in the old place, not some monster sneaking up on him while he was having sex. It was the only logical conclusion. He wife was dead and buried, and he couldn't have been happier.

There was a faint knock at the door. Ted gave his cheek a light slap, winked to himself in the mirror, and skipped to the front door. He was finally going to get lucky!

He opened the door to find a not so dirty Tracy standing on his porch. This morning she was wearing a different dress, relatively clean. Replacing her wooden cogs were a pair of black shoes that looked way too big for her. The grime had been scrubbed from her body, although there was still dirt inbetween her nails. Her hair wasn't a bird nest, instead she had pig tails.

“Hello, Doctor. I came as I said I would.” she said, giving him a shy smile.

Ted almost felt flattered that she got done up just for him until he realized that this was her church clothes. That made his cock twitch.