The Book of Spooks

Blood Bath

Three girls sat together in a dark living room. A dim candle sat in the middle of them as they told scary stories. It was the night of Halloween and children could be heard giggling just outside the main door that led to the world. Tonight was the night of trick-or-treating and spooky stories. 

"Okay? Who's first?" The first girl asked the other girls as a sinister smile grew across her lips. 

"Me! Me!" The second girl rose her voice in enthusiasm. The first girl nodded and allowed the storytelling to proceed.

"27 years ago, on a night like this, a young wife was cooking in the kitchen. Her sweet and soft hums filled the quiet house. She was cookie a meal for dinner for both her and her husband. On the table, she placed out fine silverware and a turkey, hot and roasted. Any time now, the husband would return home, but for some rude and inconsiderate reason, he wasn't going to be home on time. The well-prepared dinner that the wife made would soon go to waste. This would frustrate the wife since the husband has been returning home late from work the previous nights. So, she used her free time wisely and planned. What did she plan? You will find out soon enough." One of the girls gasped and the storyteller chuckled continuing with the story. 

"Hours passed and the clock soon struck midnight and the wife was getting impatient. She grabbed a butcher knife and just waited for her husband's return. Once the husband got home, the wife stood up and eyed him, hoping for a well prepared and good excuse for his absence. He didn't say anything though, he just stumbled into the kitchen and went to the sink, pouring him a glass of water and drinking it there. His drunkenness - clearly and obviously visible - made the wife's anger peak worse than it had during the previous nights. She went over to her intoxicated husband and hugged him from behind. When he noticed that his wife had a knife though, it was too late. SLASH!!! A deep, gushing slit was carved into the skin of the husband's neck. He wrapped his hands around the cut as the crimson red blood poured out of the very deep gash and out between his fingers. He soon would choke and gag on the blood that pooled in his throat, taking his life. His lifeless, blood-covered body crumbled to the floor. A pool formed around his silhouette. The wife looked down at her now-deceased husband with no emotion." 

One of the girls squealed in fear and started to gag at the image put in her head. This broke the concentration of the story. The storyteller released a small sigh and continued, trying to ignore the fearfulness of her one scared friend.

"The wife, now a widow covered in the blood of her lover, grabbed the body and dragged it to the bathroom, leaving a trail of the deep red liquid behind. Once in the bathroom, she took the butcher knife and carved into the body. She took out all the blood and slimy organs of her dead husband and placed them in the bathtub. She got undressed and filled the bath with water. The water immediately turned red from the blood and organs. She slowly got into the bloody, organ-filled water and started to bathe in her husband's remains while chanting her marriage vows. Now, the wife is a lonely and clearly crazy widow, who searches for her next lover and next victim to butcher and use as her bloodbath." 

The storyteller finished the story there. Everyone was silent and disturbed at the gruesomeness of the story.  They took in the disturbing scene that was placed in their head by their friend. Suddenly, a faint sound of the bathtub running filled the air. Down the hall, the bathroom's light flickered. The three girls screamed. They were home alone . . .