Horror Collection Vol.1

I Went Walking

So, Me and my wife got in a fight. This is not abnormal our marriage has been in the gutter ever since her miscarriage. So sad... truly it was we had such plans, names picked out and Visa Versa. Of course, tragedy strikes...typical of the world, right? Well, I thought so she didn't take it so well, also as to be expected. 

The fight was about our budget which had gotten tighter... See I had..er, some problems committing to getting a job that my wife would approve of because, my expertise wasn't exactly run of the mill plumber, janitor or a tech geek. No, I was a chemist one that specialized in making lethal injections for the CIA and the police force. Why I got fired you ask? Simple my injections did more to my recipients it would torture them before they died which is horrific compared to the simple chemical compound that makes the heart simply stop. No effort required to make those, none at all. Mine were truly works of chemical art!

One I was fired it was hard to even come up with a simple way of living, see putting on a resume that I can kill you with almost anything isn't my best selling point and this I'm well aware of. Nevertheless, I was bound and determined to support my wife who had some medical issues that kept her home, chronic migraines and some mild schizophrenia to name the most problematic ones.

My wife only fought with me when she had the "Wishful dashed dreams" personality. This personality, one of six others, could be violently emotional for her and she couldn't get past losing our baby especially in this personality so a fight would incur and she'd go on and on about how it was my fault the baby died, shed claim I poisoned the baby. Even worse sometimes she swore up and down she was still pregnant and he was coming any day now. Tragic....

One of these fights had occurred and honestly, I needed some night air. It was more than irresponsible, I know, to leave her like that but id had enough after a trying day at Flappy's Burger Emporium, I was bone tired and couldn't deal with the same song and dance...it was painful to see her like that again and again. Once I even thought of making her a "happy cocktail" in my makeshift lab in the basement, but no! I couldn't do that to my wife... I loved her after all.

So there I was just walking through our dark neighborhood in a shoddy part of town. It was cold tonight I noticed as I cleared our neighbor's house which still had one light on, probably from a lamp. The house at the very end of our horseshoe neighborhood was still under construction. I'd walked through it once for fun, it was a nice little house, had the same floorplan as ours, except for a strange little closet tucked in a random extra hallway of the house the hallway had no other branches or rooms to lead into, only the closet. I swear as I left I heard a metallic scraping noise. When I looked down it had been a metal fork, that I had kicked. My first thought was squatters, then I realized...how did I not see it before, when I came down the hallway? A chill ran down my spine and I hustled out of the house. 

Now, its nearly midnight and I'm getting closer to the house and the walls have been fully built up, and I guess I'm just curious but I want to know if that fork is still there. Stupid? Yes, but hey satisfaction did bring the cat back right? The house now had a door but it didn't have a lockbox on it yet so I went in and switched on my flashlight and watched dust, I'd just aggravated when stepping in, swirl around the light.

 The closet had a chair, a wooden old chair. Where did it come from? it was carved with intricate designs resembling distorted animal heads and it was either the wood or..some odd stains that took away from the beauty of the chair. The closet door slammed shut behind me and someone or something slammed me into the chair! Before I could even scream or struggle I was strapped in and it felt like the floor fell out from under me I plummeted down, down, down and then I came to a slow halt.

Bright lights flashed on all around me and I screamed in terror...all around me were bodies... fresh bodies... all slaughtered and strung up, gutted like fish it smelled clean, like al the bodies had been sterilized. A figure emerged from the dark, even in the dark it was all too familiar, my wife! What was she doing down here and...where was I? I cried out as a sharp pain stabbed through my head and I slumped over in the chair as she got closer....why cant I think why can't I remember anything!?

Dizzy oh so dizzy... My wife came up and tilted my head up to look at her she said something I couldn't make out in the haze, but I saw the needle labeled #557 Pt3. No..NO...NO!!! I know what that needle is! That needle had 2 others part 1 and part 2 both made for the recipient to become mindless and forgetful. part 2 made the person wander and confused and part 3....well, the components made for a 24-hour death... one element for each hour. 1: pins and needles, 2: stomach cramps, 3: toothache, 4: burning itches all over your feet and hands...and so on and so forth getting more and more violent until at 24 hours, all your internal organs burst at once and you die.

My wife was holding a baby....whos...was it? I didn't have time to figure it out before she rammed the needle into my thigh and pushed down the plunger, ever so slowly. The cocktail worked like a charm and at the 24-hour mark, I died.