Tales Of The Macabre

Scared Stiff

Imagine being trapped inside your own body.  Your body moulded and contorted into a permanent pose.  I had no memory of who I was, or where I came from. I just became aware of this horrible thing I called existence. The women that looked after us were cruel. They treated us like soulless creatures. I would have no choice but to watch as they stripped and ripped the unwanted girls apart. 

After the women were done with us they opened the doors and that's when the people came. They came in their hundreds, all hungry-eyed and vicious, fighting each other like dogs for scraps that fall off the table. They touched and prodded us without or permission and talked about us, saying nasty things to our faces as if we didn't even exist.

When the people were done and the doors closed it was the only time I felt free.

That soon changed when they got this man in to watch us at night. He was a fat slob. His face had a shine that came from the grease that dripped from the flaky patch of hair on the top of his head. 

It started with him watching me. I knew what his intentions were from the lustful look in his eyes. He would lay me down on the ground, rubbing his greasy hands up my legs, towards my thighs. The stench from his breath washed over my face as he leaned in to whisper in my ear. 

"Of all the girls, you are the prettiest," he said as his hands began stroking my breasts.

 He grunted and moaned while his ghastly tongue slobbered all over my lips and face. And it always ended with him telling me I was a good girl.

This became a routine and every time he violated me I felt something growing inside me like a fire had been lit in my soul. I felt alive. I didn't seem so rigid anymore. I felt soft but strong. And one thing I knew for sure, I had enough.

He did his usual thing of watching me before making his move. As he stood there watching me, I willed my body to move. I could feel my arms becoming one with my thoughts.

As he came at me I put my hand out and I opened my mouth wide. 

"Touch me again and I will kill you, " I said defiantly.

The colour had completely drained from his face as if he had seen the most horrifying thing imaginable. His face turned blue as he grabbed his chest. He fell to the floor gasping for breath. And all I could do was smile as he lay dying on the floor from a heart attack. 

I stood in my spot on the shop floor as the paramedics took away the body of the security guard. Two shop assistants were clearing away any trace of him when one of them stopped and pointed up at me. 

"Sue does that Mannequin look different to you."