The Motionless In White Collection of Urban Legends

The Dead Body Under the Mattress: Ch. 2

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I jerked up quickly, my breathing erratic and my heart pounding in my chest. Thankfully Ricky was fast asleep next to me, his body wrapped around one of the pillows in a bear-hug like fashion. I slipped away silently, pulling on a pair of boxers as I began to attempt to calm myself down. I closed the bathroom door behind me, cracking the window open ever so slightly to get a breath of fresh air. I never had nightmares, let alone about something so graphic.

There was a young lady, 30 years old at most. She hung from the ceiling upside down above the bathtub, her ankles tied together. She screamed loudly, calling for help until her voice was raw. Then the guy came. He cut her throat open, fucking it as she bled out. He tore her body apart, starting with the skin. By the time he was done with that, it looked as if someone removed a tan leather sheet from the dryer and folded it perfectly. Next was the fat. He carved it from the bones, using it as fuel for the small fire he had lit outside. He saved the muscle, planning to cook it for himself later on. The organs were thrown into the woods, almost as feed for the wild animals. All that remained was the skeleton. He kept that too, meticulously cleaning it and adding string where the joints used to be. He made this number 13 in his collection of all too real medical cadavers and such.

I wanted this to be the most amazing week I would ever experience with my husband, not a horror show. I shut the window as I heard a quiet rustling in the other room, peeping out as inconspicuously as physically possible. I jumped back as the door was pulled away from me, revealing my hiding spot. Ricky looked confused, tired, and concerned. I clutched him to chest with care, burying my face in his hair.

"Ry, what's wrong?" He asked in a rather adorable and sleepy voice. I closed my eyes, giving him a squeeze before releasing him. He grabbed my cheeks with both hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes. Ricky may be small, but he is very demanding. I bit my lip, trying to come up with a believable lie to explain myself. I couldn't tell him the real reason for me to be up at this hour, he would worry too much; force me to go to therapy. If I didn't get over this within a week then he would force me to go to doctors and to be hospitalized. It was the typical Ricky style of overreacting and caring combined.

"Nothing, I just needed to pee. Now that we're up though, do you want to go look at the stars?" He instantly perked up, completely dropping all worry he held. His fingers weaved with mine, yanking me out to where our clothes were. He tossed me one of our sweatshirts, slipping into one of his own before dragging me outside. It wasn't too cold, but there was a slight chill in the air. It was just one of the trade-offs to being so far up North. I looked up at the sky, marveling at the way it twinkled. I had always lived near a city, so it was practically a spiritual experience for me to witness this.

"Hey, Ryan. I think that one is the North Star." Ricky said, looping his arm around my neck and pulling my head down to be against his. He pointed up to the sky, trying to show me what he was looking at. I couldn't confirm or correct this theory, considering I knew little about astrology. Maybe when I'm back home I'll start looking into it.

"I think so." I murmured with a small yawn, closing my eyes and making myself comfortable. Despite being mentally awake, I was physically exhausted. I was scared to fall asleep again, but I also needed to rest. Without a solid eight hours of sleep, I would be a mess tomorrow. And we had planned to visit a few abandoned buildings we found, possibly also going for a hike or something alike. I needed all the energy I could muster.

"Hey babe, do you think we could maybe continue this tomorrow? I know you love this type of thing, but with all the walking we're going to do tomorrow..." I trailed off. Ricky nodded in understanding, smiling softly. He kissed me slowly, his hands linked behind my neck. This was everything I could've wanted in life.