Henry's Monsters

Chapter 1

January 25 2013

"C'mon honey admit it we're lost" Ashley said to her husband as they drove down twisting roads and past no signs of a town or home. "I know where we are, babe calm down" Drake her husband said and turned a corner.

Down the road was a huge house. "Hey look" Ashley said and read the sign out front. "It's a bed and breakfast?" Drake said and then hit something that made their tire explode.

"Ahhh" Ashley screamed from the loud explosion. "What the hell was that!" Drake said and got out of the car. He saw the back tire destroyed and saw a old spike strip laying on the road. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled and Ashley got out of the car. "Honey calm down we can walk over to the house down there and see if they have a phone to call a tow truck down here, okay?" Ashley said and started walking down the street to the huge house.

"Okay, wait up" drake said and walked up to her. It took a few minutes to get down the street to the house but they finally got to the front porch. He reached over and pushed the door bell. The erie chime roamed around then causing Ashley to feel nervous and stepped closer to Drake.

Then the door handle move and the door opened. A dark brown haired Guy no older than 20 answered the door.

"Hello... welcome to the.." he said but Drake stopped him. "Cut the crap boy do you have a phone we can use? and is it possible for you to get rid of that spike strip down the street it fucked up my tire!" Drake said and the guy stepped back. "Yes there is one in the living room" He said with a angered face. "Drake say sorry. That was rude of you!" Ashley said and Drake ignored her. "I'm so sorry about him he isn't in a good mood" Ashley said and the guy just stared at Drake evilly.

"My name is Henry Quincy owner of the Bed and breakfast and once your done with the phone I will be happy to help you" The guy said and walked away disappearing into the back of the house.

"Drake you should say sorry to the poor guy" Ashley tried again for her husband to be a little kind. "What is wrong with this phone!" Drake said slamming it down. He pulled it off the small table and saw the cut cord was cut. "What the!" Drake said and yelled out for the guy. "Henry! why the hell is the phone line cut!" drake yelled and Henry walked around the corner. His hand behind his back. "So people like you don't try and call home" Henry said angry and mad. He took a long sword from behind his back.

Ashley screamed and hid behind Drake.

"What the fuck man! Put that away!" Drake said and Ashley held his shirt in fright.

"No one tells me what to do! No one is mean to me! And No one gets away with it!" Henry said and in one swift motion he cut off Drakes head clean off his shoulders. It fell to the floor and rolled facing Ashley. His body dropped onto her and she couldn't move. Falling to the floor with her husbands now dead corpse her eyes filled with tears and she shook in fear

Ashley screamed out her lungs.

Henry dropped the sword and grabbed Ashley by her shirt. He dragged her around the corner and down to the basement. She screamed and kicked.

He laid her body down on a table. She tried to get free, but her he grabbed her head slamming it on the table. He strapped her down on the table making it impossible for her to move. "Please! Please don't kill me! Please!" she begged, but he ignored her cry for help. "Help someone help me please." she screamed. Henry placed a cloth covered in chloroform over her mouth. She soon stopped screaming and felt dizzy. She looked at Henry and watched the world fade to black.

Henry walked over to a small table covered in bloody knifes, scissors, small saws, and needles. He grabbed a knife, cleaned it off, then a needle full of numbing liquid and injected it into Ashley's cheek. Then her arms, then her legs. Finally he force fed her pain reliever pills. He drugged her so much he could now work on her with out her waking up.

He took the small knife in hand and cut a long opening across her cheek to where you could see the inside if her mouth. He stitched it up and then did the other side of her mouth.

He cut open her chest and she started bleeding. Blood covered his hands.

When he was done with her she had her mouth stitched shut from ear to ear. He cut her chest to look like a cross and stitched her up and finally he stitched small bat wings into her back.

She didn't make the strange and deranged cutting and opening.

She bleed to death.

With his finished work he put her in a red ripped dress and tied her hands and feet then hung her in a room with twenty more now disfigured people. And severed heads stabbed onto wooden pegs.