Scary Short Stories

Bodies in the Backseat

One night, a widowed man got into his car after a night with his friends. He had been to a bar, where he had gotten drunk. He started his car, and a heavy metal song came on the radio. He got onto the freeway, and the song changed to a sinister sounding song.

Soon, the only other car on the freeway exited ahead of him, and he sped up. Soon, he was going at over 90mph. Out of nowhere, the station changed to one playing classical music. He went to change the station, but the song continued playing. He tried to turn off his radio, but the song continued. He pulled the car over, and turned it off. Still, the music continued. However, now it seemed to be coming from behind him. He looked in the rear view mirror, and saw his wife holding a radio, dried blood covering her decaying face. He turned around, but saw nothing.

After he had sat there for a moment, he restarted the car, and another loud metal song began playing. He turned around and drove at over 100mph to his friends house. He got there, and ran to the door. He knocked furiously, and his friend soon opened the door.

"Dude? It's three in the morning!! Why'd you come here? You were supposed to go home!!"

"I saw her."

"You saw who?" The man looked over his friends shoulder and pointed.

"Her." Before his friend could turn around, his head was cut off by the man's dead wife. The man turned to the door and bolted. Before he could process what was happening, he was thrown into the backseat of his car. The doors were all shut and locked, and his wife sat across from him. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. Her chest was ice cold, and her eyes were ablaze with a black fire.

"You feel that? That heart used to beat, and only for you until you killed me." What she had said was true. He had killed her, and he had gotten away with it by framing her father. This was believable, being as her father had just been released months ago for abusing her daughter, and killing her mother. All the man had had to do was plant the gun, which had no fingerprints or DNA of any sort, in the house of her father. Her father was on parole, so he wasn't allowed to have a gun anyways. The man remained silent, and his lack of response infuriated the wife.

"And you thought you got away with it. Prison would have been a lovely alternative compared to what I'm going to do to you."

A few days later, two officers found a car parked halfway into a lake. They towed it out and went to investigate it after seeing a bloody handprint on the backseat window. What they found inside had one of them curled over vomiting,

Inside the car was what was barely recognizable as a body. There were 10 fingers that were scattered on the floor, the arms had been cut off, the wrists slit across all the way up, and the same had been done to the legs. The torso had been cut deep down the middle, and organs were torn and discarded. On the drivers seat was the man's heart, and a note that said 'This heart never beat for me, and it will never beat again.'

Those same officers had been the ones investigating the murder scene of the man's friend, and they had not been able to solve it. They turned when they heard leaves crunching beneath someone's feet. A woman stood there covered in blood, head down, with her black hair covering her face.

"Shall we play a game?" Before they could say anything, the woman had slit both of their throats. No one ever found their bodies, and no one lived to tell the tale. Only the woman lived, and she's still out there. She might even be the one telling this story.