HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #5: HOUSE CALL (Part 4)

Mrs. Wilshire's anger slowly faded. Sadness started to creep its way into her face and voice. "I know where he'd be. In some hospital. Or dead." Mrs. Wilshire took a step back. Then pointed to her own chest and spoke with passion. "But I wouldn't allow that to happen. Not to my boy. I protected him. I helped him this far even when no one else would."

Sandy nodded in agreement vigorously. "And because of you, he's lived all these years. Tell me...how old is he?"

Mrs. Wilshire smiled proudly. "He'll be thirty next March."

Sandy forced a smile in place. Despite her terror. "Another birthday he'll have. And thirty is a milestone. How will you celebrate? What kind of cake does he like?"

Mrs. Wilshire started to blush as she spoke, looking off in the distance. "Chocolate cake. He loves chocolate."

"Does he always have chocolate cake for his birthday?" Sandy asked. "What about presents? What will you get him next year?"

Mrs. Wilshire continued to talk about past birthdays that her son experienced. She was gushing over him. But Sandy didn't listen. She just kept staring at the stairway, hoping that sometime very soon she would see several officers come down and help free her. But that would only happen if she kept Mrs. Wilshire talking. Sandy was impressed that she had managed to keep it going this far. She learned that trick from Jeff. He always used to say how he would bullshit his way through corporate visits to the store by getting the visitor to talk as much as possible. It was all about stroking the ego, he would say. The thought of Jeff was keeping her hopeful.

Until her phone rang.

Both of them stared at it, letting the ring tone go on for almost ten seconds without either moving. Anger started to grow on Mrs. Wilshire's face during those ten seconds. Sandy only hoped the woman wouldn't figure out that she had sent a text. That would likely provoke an attack.

Mrs. Wilshire stormed over to it and picked the phone up. She curled her lips in a rage as she stared at the caller ID and then at Sandy. "Who is Marcus? That your boyfriend?"

Sandy shook her head. "No. No he's not. We only work together."

Mrs. Wilshire threw the phone hard against the wall, smashing it. She stepped closer to Sandy, brandishing the scalpel. "If he is your boyfriend, he's going to have to get used to you being gone, you hear? You would do well to forget about him. You're Herman's now. All Herman's."

Sandy saw the scalpel get near her face again and her eyes widened. "I have a secret to tell you!"
Mrs. Wilshire stopped her attempt at cutting, surprised by what Sandy had just uttered. "What secret?"

Sandy had no idea what to say. She was only stalling, hoping beyond hope that Marcus was calling to check on her after having called the police already. She needed to keep Mrs. Wilshire from hurting her for as long as she could. But how could she stall for another thirty minutes or even longer? With how secluded the house was how could she possibly keep this going? She was terrified, shaking as she tried to think of what she could possibly say to Mrs. Wilshire. But she had to say something. The old woman stood, waiting for a response. And now was the time to give it.

"When...Herman was touching me...I liked it." Sandy was certain she didn't sound convincing at all. She knew this was it. Mrs. Wilshire was going to mutilate her. The tears began to come as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She was as good as dead.

To her surprise, Mrs. Wilshire backed up and asked, "Did you really?"

Sandy had her opening. She nodded again. "Yes. I was ashamed to admit it. But he's so...so strong. I admire that."