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The couple stared at the date on the
calendar. "October 31st: Halloween," it stated. The date was a
reminder for them, fifteen years ago this day, their daughter was declared
missing. The child was never found, not even a body. To most people Halloween
was a day of festivities and candy, to the couple it was a day of reflection. A
reminder of the day they killed their daughter and got away with it.
As they sat in their front room,
with the sun ready to sink into the horizon outside, their phone began to ring.
The wife answered it with a simple hello.
"Hello mother," the voice
on the other side began, "I know I've been gone a long time, but I'll be
back in town tonight. I'll stop by in a couple hours." The wife went pale
and froze in pure shock. Before she could respond the line went dead.
"What's the matter?" the
husband asked.
"Our..." The wife
struggled to speak, "our daughter just called to say she's coming
home."
"Nonsense," the husband
was incredulous, "you know that's impossible."
"It was her voice," the
wife was hysteric, "it could only be her." The phone rang again, this
time the husband answered.
"Oh, I almost forgot," the
voice on the other side chirped, "I missed you two. It's been fifteen
years hasn't it?" Before the husband could retort the call was ended.
"This must be a prank,"
the husband slammed the phone on the receiver, "this is simply impossible.
I killed her myself."
"I told you, I told you,"
the wife repeated.
"I know," the husband
yelled.
"Now she's back," the wife
started to cry.
"No she's not," the
husband snapped, "and I'm going to prove it to you." The husband
dragged the wife out with him and they piled into the car. They drove off into
the evening twilight.
About an hour away, on an old, dirt
road by a creek, the couple came to a stop. A shovel and flashlight in hand.
They trudged up to an old oak tree about a minute's walk from the road. The
husband dug and dug until he found a wooden box, inscribed in it was a cross.
The couple pulled the box out and placed it to their side.
"I'll prove to you once and for
all," the husband started, "she's dead and gone, here's the proof."
He yanked the wooden box open, the wife shrieked in horror. "I told you,
you fool," the husband screamed in her face.
"No look," the wife
whimpered. The husband looked down, the box was empty, save for a few
bloodstains.
"No, no," the husband began
to panic, "she was right in here, I buried her corpse myself."
"I told you, I told you,"
the wife echoed, "she was a demon spawn."
"I know that," the husband
roared in her face, as a storm began overhead.
"Now she's back," the wife
broke down, "she'll kill us both."
"No she won't," the
husband grabbed her by the collar, "I'll finish what I started, I'll send
her back to hell!"
~--~
The couple returned home, as the
storm rose to its peak. They arrived to an unfamiliar car in their driveway,
and the lights on in their front room. The husband marched inside, the wife
trailed behind. In the front room, seated in a chair, was an adult woman. She
had the wife's face and the father's eyes.
"Oh your home," she smiled
as they entered, "I was worried when I came back to an empty house."
The husband did not respond and walked right past, but the wife remained
behind. Unable to move from the doorway, unable to look her
"daughter" in the eyes.
"I know you must be mad,"
the wife stated as she trembled.
"Oh no," the
"daughter" replied, "I don't like to hold grudges."
"Alright," the husband
returned, a loaded shotgun in hand, "I don't know who you think you are,
but get off my property." The wife retreated to the kitchen, but the
"daughter" was unflappable.
"Oh father," the woman let
out a gasp, "you were always so quick to anger, but I never knew you for
being forgetful."
"You can't be who you say you
are," the husband leveled the gun at her, "you're a fake, a thief, or
a liar."
"Oh father," the woman
laughed, "please don't do this, you'll only hurt yourself more." The
husband did not heed her warning and pulled the trigger. Gunshots rang out into
the night.
~--~
Sometime later, police arrived on
the scene. A concerned neighbor had called, they reported gunshots from the
home. The police knocked for some time but received no answer. Then they
spotted blood through the window and broke the door down. The front room was a
mess, blood was everywhere and the room was littered with bullet holes. The
husband laid dead, a kitchen knife in his back, the wife was dead against the
wall, a gunshot wound in her chest.
It seemed like an open and shut case
from the outside, a couple's dispute gone horribly wrong. One thing bothered
the police, however. On a chair across the room, filled with bullet holes, was
a large bloodstain.
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Three more nights to go, I hope you enjoy the terrors I have planned for Thursday.Until then, Read, Comment and Enjoy.
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