Mr. Stitches

Mr.Stitches chapter 5

Long weekdays sitting into the office cubicle staring at the monitor is enough to kill the excitement out of anyone’s life and give huge dark circles under their eyes.

Well, that’s my life you see. So one weekend I decided to go out somewhere, away from all the busy city life. An old friend of mine has a farm and lives with his wife and his daughter. His son moved to the city for college.

He said his wife and daughter were at her mother’s place and I could come over if I want.

“What’s better than sharing a can of beer with an old good friend by the farm?”, I asked myself.

I got a roasted turkey as a gift, of course we were going to eat that ourselves. I reached there in the day at around 2:00PM so we decided to go fishing.

We were having a good time when suddenly very coldair started blowing. “We should probably leave now pal.”, he said. I agreed as it was about to get dark. We reached, set up the barbeque, he got an old radio and the beer and we sat on hay bales.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had such a good time and enjoyed life like this. We were sharing stuff about our lives when it popped up in my head. “Hey, I’ve heard rumors about people disappearing and people finding dead bodies around places like this. They say it’s some sort of creepy guy or monster something. You… know anything about this?”

He laughed it off, “Hah! C’mon! Martin! You’re a man now, you still believe in stuff like that!?”
I felt a bit embarrassed but laughed along with him. The beer started to hit and we started feeling a bit drowsy. It’s when his face went blank for a moment and then he started laughing.

“Hah! Hahaha! Look Martin! I’m so drunk now I can see weird monsters! Look!” he pointed towards the wood. I froze in fear, I saw him too. An unusually tall figure in a suit, dirty with stains of all kinds. I said, “hey! Bud… there’s someone standing there for real…”

He got up acting like a hero and picked up the pitch fork. Saying stuff like he was a farmer and the guy there shouldn't mess with a man like him. He told me to go down the basement and get the shotgun.

I rushed indoors and went down the basement. Pitch Black! Nothing! You could see nothing there! I took out my phone and started searching with the torch. I could hear him screaming now, “Hey! Hey! Stay back! Don’t come near! Hey! Back off!”

I got worried and started searching more frantically and that's when I heard a loud thud behind me.

I turned around slowly and saw him. Tall, dirty suit. I saw the shotgun in his hand and I backed off and bumped in the wall.

I lifted up the torch light to his head, He had no face! Just a mouth, all stitched up. Smiling, like Maniac!

Before my phone went off I heard him…
“Lookin for this amigo?”