Did you know that I am the one you should fear? Have you ever felt like someone was walking behind you? Have you ever walked really fast after dark?
My given name was Axel. I later shortened it to "AX". I had a terrible childhood and a horrible marriage.
Let's just say that growing up was hard. I had an awful accident as a child. Our heating stove blew up and I survived but my whole family floated in ashes up through the ceiling. I had lost one of my eyes and it was replaced with a glass one.
In school I always won the game of marbles. I would pull out my glass eye..spit on it and roll it as a marble. It chipped a few times but the blur was priceless. It looked as if i had chopped someone up.
The years rolled by. I was sent to foster parents by the gobs. I never stayed long. They didn't understand why the voices in my head talked to me.
I later ran away. I ate from garbage cans and i consumed at least 8 or 10 rats in my younger days. I met a girl and got married. She divorced me after a year. It may have had alot to do with my obsession with eating roadkill smothered in mustard with carrots.
I needed money bad because i was alone and homeless so i sold my glass eye to an undertaker. That 300.00 would help somewhat.
I tried getting a job but with the empty eye socket thing going on..things kept flying in my eye and my eye was getting rotten and smelly. I stuffed an old sock in my eye socket. Maybe i'd find a bird on roadkill and use its eye.
I rented a room for a week and continued eating from the garbage. I had enough scabs and sores on my feet to snack on of the night. Chewed up dry foot skin. Now that was tasty until it got caught in my teeth.
I eventually picked up some work fixing things up at the motel I was staying at. I got free room and board. My duties were to take the renters money then scare them out of their rooms with my eye socket and then rent the room again. I was doing a great job until the night I scared an older gentleman and he burned my eye socket with his cigarette. It caught the sock in my eye on fire. I ran out of the motel screaming and the owner ran off screaming!
I woke up somewhere at some point and discovered my lips were melted off! I couldn't remember what had happened to me! I smelled like singed burnt rubber and then I remembered supper in my coat pocket. A dead bird already baked. Could this night get any better. I laid back down and tried to remember what happened.
I glanced over in the shiny hubcaps of the car i was laying next to. What I saw that night raised the hair on my head!
I saw a handsome young man sitting at a table eating a banquet of warm and delicious food. He was talking to older nice people who touched his hand and praised him.
They called him Axel! That was my name! What was going on here? I could hear them whispering and they started to cry and lean over me. Why was I seeing this? Then I heard the woman say..Axel..please don't leave us!
Then someone said..he has been in this coma for 2 years now..it may be time to let him go.
Nobody said anything. But a tear fell from the older womans eye and splashed in mine!
I immediately touched my eyes. Both of my eyes were on my face! How could this be?
I got up and looked all around. The older man in the shiny hubcap kissed my cheek. My lips weren't burnt anymore or melted.
I heard them say..we have lived our lives. We will give of ourselves so he can live. They seemed to dry up and melt and then a wind blew their ashes up into the sky. These people were my parents! They had disappeared twice in my life.
I suddenly woke up with a rapid force and sat straight up in a bed!
It's now 10 years later. I am in good health and cannot remember much about the horrific nightmare I had endured. I have a taste for roadkill and there is an unmarked vase of ashes on my fireplace but my doctor says I will be alright.
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ROAD KILL!
TerrorThis is a short story that will make the hair on your head start looking for a cap to hide under! A scarey yet funny story just in time to set the holiday of Halloween! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2020 (C) AUTHOR..GayleM.Lewis I dedicate this stor...