Short Stories

"You're going to pay"

                       ⚠️disturbing⚠️

15 years ago, me and my husband had a 7 year old daughter. Shes a missing person according to the police still, but according to me and my husband, shes rotting in our backyard in five different pieces. See, we killed her. We destroyed her body and buried her. Her head is in the far front left corner, her chest is in the far back left corner, her abdomen is in the far front right corner, her pelvis is in the far back right corner, and her legs in the dead center. Or so we thought. We just got a call from a crying woman, she was saying, "how could you do this to me mom? I'll get you for this." I hung up almost immediately, and didn't think about it. We thought maybe it was the wrong number. That night we go to bed, and just like every other night, our house creaked, only tonight,  the creaking was louder. We both fell asleep asleep, only to be awakened ten minutes later. I heard the same womans voice say, "How could you do this mom? I told you that you were going to pay." I open my eyes in time to see her cut my husbands head off. I scream and try to get out of bed, away from my dead husband and the body of an older version of my daughter. I was tied down. She cuts her father up just as we did her, humming a happy tune as she discards his body pieces into the very container we did with her. She walks over to me, I see the scars from the cuts we gave her, the bruises from beating her, the rope burns from us tieing her down and raping her repeatedly, all of it. She gives me a sickly smile and cut ls my wrist, very thin and slowly. I cry out in pain, so she covers my mouth with her rotting hand. She puts the knife down and picks up the very bone saw we used on her. It has to be her, she is doing everything perfectly, and she looks like her. She saws  my legs off, then my pelvis. Blood is everywhere. I slowly lose conscious as this is happening.  I cant let out a scream, all I can do is cry. I can tell these next moments are my last. She slowly saw my neck, going slower as she gets deeper. Tears flow out continuously as I take my last breath.