Stories From Below [FINISHED]

Long Horse

"I've never believed in fate or destiny, or whatever you wanna call it... Fate is overrated and Destiny... Well Destiny is a lot of things, but back too the point... I don't believe that things happen because a God or something wrote it on his magic book with his magic inked Quill, that it would happen... Prior to this at least officer." I said to the police officer, he looked at me dead in the eyes, "You do realize what you have done, isn't simply a matter of fate or destiny Mr. Weaver...What you have done.. I mean, what someone has done, is something inhumane and if I were in charge... They wouldn't be seeing the light of day again.. They'd spend their life behind bars."

He was referring too last night, I could tell he was. We didn't come too the police station too drink coffee, talk about our day, and play cards. No, we are here because I'm a suspect...

"Exactly 24 hours, you were found in your house... The detectives describe the scene as follows... The horror we witnessed was laid in front of us on the 2nd floor, master bedroom... We were welcomed by the sight of Carol Weaver. husband of Myles Weaver... on the floor, her..." The officer stopped reading and read the following in his head, he looked up and looked disgusted. "Her... Her body was torn, skin, eyeballs, every strand of hair... Gone... Her stomach was opened up from clues we found out it was a knife cut, the intestines, heart, organs, and.. Other insides of the body were strung out everywhere... On the walls around the dead woman, there were multiple things written in blood, two of them read "The Horse tried too warn us" and one other read "I'm so sorry honey... Forgive me..." And our final discovery was that of a... A fetus... Whoever killed this woman, took the just born child with them..." The officer put the file down and put his hands on the table. "There's not many options for you Mr. Weaver." He said calmly as possible, "I... I didn't do it! You gotta believe me, last night I was working overtime" I said, not believing what I just heard. "Alright... I have too ask you... What was the writing about the Horse and the "I'm sorry honey?" He said, "I... I... I... Okay... I'll tell you, recently I've been.. I've been going too a therapist... It started a couple months ago, I began too see a... A horse" He stopped me, "A horse?" He said in disbelief, "It's true.. It was extremely long, at least the length of a tree... He was a pale white, and his face was almost skeletal... He never seemed too be, hostile... He was more or less, trying too warn me... Like when I was on the high way, I saw the horse and slammed my brakes... i soon  realized he stopped me from a car crash" The officer stopped me once again, "You do realize... Blaming the murder of your wife and unborn child on an imaginary horse is not a very good idea when facing the judge" He said, "I'm not saying the horse killed them, I'm saying the horse knows who did it... He has too know!" I began too get a little unstable, considering this was revolving around my wife and child.

The officer got a call from his walker talkie, he said he'd be right back. He returned with a recording, he held it up. "the detectives had uncovered something from a baby monitor in the room..." He said clicking the button...

Carol: "Myles? Myles? Can you come up here?"
Myles: "Yes honey?" *Footsteps were heard entering the room*
Carol: "I'm sorry for this, but I've been looking for your... Journal... And I keep reading entries about a horse? See? Right here it says "I feel like the horse is trying too stop me from doing something"
Myles: "It's nothing honey.. Just don't ask questions about it..."
Carol: "As your wife I should know about things like this... Is this what those trips too the therapist were about? Some horse thing?"
Myles: "I said stop talking about it!"
Carol: *Sounding much more scared* "Myles? Myles what're you doing?"
Myles: "He... He tried too stop me"
Carol: "Myles.. Put the knife down... I still live you, we just have too talk it ou-"
*A blood filled scream was heard as the clip stopped*

"I...I don't remember doing that! I swear I didn't do that!" I said, "Send In backup... He's getting aggressive" The officer said, I began screaming out for my wife.. She couldn't be dead, she just couldn't be... I got up and began freaking out, as the long horse filled the entire room, the officer disappeared and the items in the room... Just me and Long Horse... "What do you want from me?! What have I done?!" I yelled too him, "You... Dont... Listen...." He said, his mouth wasn't moving but as his face neared mine, "Not.... Stable"

"What's the news Jim?" An officer walked into the building eating a donut, "Not much... Did you hear what happened too Trevor?" Jim asked, "No... Is it something bad?" He said as Jim nodded, "Guys had it tough... He shot the guy he was interrogating... Claimed he looked like a horse or something like that... The Sherif ended up firinf him today... Took his badge away and everything...Telling him he was unstable"  Jim said, "Oh... Oh shit, I'm gonna check up on him..." He said heading back out the door but being stopped by a news broadcast coming from the radio. The reporter from the radio "This just in... 43 yr old Trevor Johnson has been arrested for first degree murder,.. He was earlier today fired from the police force on account of assumed schizophrenia... What makes this murder even stranger that he killed his wife... They have been together for 20 years and have been reported as a happy couple, amongst the crime scene were over one hundred horse figurines painted white... More updates on the story are too follow..."