EHT MOOR (One Shot)

EHT MOOR

He was dead! He is already dead! Someone killed him!
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I dreamt of that scene every night. It bothers me a lot.
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Four years ago, I married Trace Reid. The man I love since was a kid. He is the man of my dreams, my everything. I was admiring him for years then, I fell in love with him. I remember the day that he marries me; I was the happiest woman that time. My friends envy me for having a wonderful husband like him.

When we came back from our honeymoon trip, he surprised me. He told me that he bought us a love nest, our very own love nest. After a week, we decided to move in our new house. It's quite big for the two of us but, I think that would be fine since we're now starting to make our own family.

The house is somewhat strange but I ignore it. It was a two-storey house with four guest's rooms and of course, a master's bed room. It's quite familiar to me.

One night, I kidded my husband and told him that our new home is like a haunted house because of its size and structure. It's also old. It's a Spanish style...and more likely a ancestral house. But, he just smiled at me.

The next morning, Trace already left to work when I woke up. He is a bank teller. Basically, he wants me to stop working so that I can get enough rest for me to bear a child. Since, it was a boring day; I decided to clean the house. I am now at the last room at the rearmost part of the corridor. I started cleaning the room. I'm almost done when I heard something. No scratch that . . . someone is crying. It frightens me because I'm deadly sure that I am alone in this house and the house keeper that we hired will be here next month so, who's that person? Out of curiosity, I looked after it. Where those sounds coming from? And to my surprised, I saw a woman sitting on the floor inside the bathroom of this room. I asked her why she's crying even if, I felt so strange and afraid that time. She didn't answer me and she keeps on crying. On my peripheral vision, I saw a body of man hanging at the ceiling. I wanted to scream but there's no voice coming out. The woman turned to me and laughed.

"Do you remember what you did four years ago, Jade?"
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her question confuses me, and that voice . . . it was familiar! I can't remember when and where I heard that voice. Then, something flashed backs on me. The things that I don't want to remember and I forced to forget long time ago.

(FLASHBACKS)

It was my graduation day, Trace proposed on her girlfriend, Pauline Stanford. It hurts me a lot. Pauline is smart, pretty, popular, rich and a super model. She has all the physical characteristics that a princess possesses. She's also the youth ambassador of our country compared to her, I'm just nobody. So, I ran as if there's no tomorrow and cried all day. I promised myself that I will do anything to stop their wedding. There will be no engagement party that will happen.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Trace is mine, only mine!"

I am more deserving to become his wife than to that bitch! I'll make sure Pauline will be out of the picture. So, I made my plan. The night before our graduation ball, I kidnapped her and brought her to an abandoned house near our University. She cried and pleads to me. She wants me to let her go but, I'm not that fool to do that so, obviously I didn't listened to her.

I tied her hands and feet tightly. I covered her eyes and started torturing her. First, I cut her hair then I stabbed her beautiful legs so that, she would not be able to be in a catwalk and she screamed to death. I also scratched her faced and take her fingernails one by one.

I laughed at her and told her that Trace will not choose her anymore. She didn't say anything but instead, she cried and cried. Her voice irritates me, I told her to stop crying or else I'll shoot her. I told her to write a letter for Trace. I dictated the words that she wrote on that letter. I told her to break up with Trace and refused the proposal. She obeys me because she thought that I will let her go. When she finished it, I took my gun again and put it on her head.

"You bitch! You lie to me! You don't have any heart at all. You're heartless! You're crazy! Fuck you!"

I just laughed at her. She called me crazy? Damn this bitch. Then, let us see who's that crazy that you're calling. I shoot her on the head.

"Oooppss . . . I accidentally pulled the trigger! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
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then I spit on her dead body! Who's that crazy now?
I buried her body at the basement of that room. I cleaned all the possible evidences on that house before I went to the party.

At the party, I looked for Trace and found him with his friends. I went to him and gave the letter. I told him that Pauline asked me to give that to him. He read it and ran outside the hall and cried. He got depressed for months and I made sure that I'm always at his side to comfort him, and my plan worked.

Two years after, he proposed on me. He told me that he already fell in love with me. I accepted it of course; it was the success and fruit of all my hard work.

(END OF FLASHBACKS)

A tear fell on my face after that flash backs.

The girl . . .
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she was Pauline Stanford. She comes near me, enough for me to see her face clearly. Her messy hair, bloody face, her wounded legs and her smells, horrifies me. She smells like a dead rat. Her face was starting to decay. She laughed at me and that was the last thing I remembered.

"Jade wake up!"

I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Baby, are you alright? Why did you slept here? Let's go downstairs, I bought us a dinner."

Instead of answering his questions, I hugged him very tight. I still saw her at Trace's back. Her face haunts me. I started to cry. Trace asked me if what's wrong with me.

"Trace, I'm sorry! I didn't want that to happen. It's just that, I don't want to lose you. Believe me; I don't want to kill her!"

"Kill, who? Pauline? I knew what you did, because I was there that night! I saw what you did to the woman I love! You don't need to apologized Jade, I am not Trace. Ha! Ha! Ha! Surprised?! Well honey, I'm Brett. I'm Trace's twin brother!"

"I thought . . . No, you're dead! You died in a car accident! This is not happening. I'm just dreaming!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! No, you didn't. You're awake Jade and about the death, I faked it. I kidnapped Trace two days before your wedding. I started to play his part. I brought him here and do what exactly you did to Pauline; the only difference was I hanged him on the ceiling. I also buried him near Pauline's body."
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Those information and revelations didn't sink on me at first.

The only thing I know is, Trace was dead and I married a stranger. This is the room where I killed Pauline! No! this can't be!

"Anyways, before I kill my twin brother, I confessed all the things that you've done to Pauline to give him a chance to live but . . . he didn't believe me! Instead, he accused me in a crime that I never did. He even called me crazy! He wasted his chance, if only he believes in me then, he should be alive this time. Okay! Enough for this drama, are you ready for your death? Don't worry Jade; it wouldn't hurt you that much. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
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He was about to tie me when I pushed him and get the gun from him. I shoot him 'til the last bullet lasts.

After three days, police men went to our house because they received several reports from our neighborhood. They reported the unwanted reek coming from our house.
The police men saw me sitting besides Brett's dead body when they entered the room.
They saw me crying sometimes laughing. They thought that I am mentally ill.
I ran to them to explain what really happened but my actions scared them, they shoot me before I came near to them.
They also recovered Pauline and Trace's body at the room's basement. All this time the joke was on me.
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I drowned and lose my own game!