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Salvatore Salvatore’

21 Friday Jul 2017

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A bright red Ducati 848 pulls into a parking spot near a theatre on the corner of 31 st & broadway new york city.

Riding the machine is Salvatore Salvatore’ a ruthless hit man who will kill anyone if the price is right.

Salvatore revs the engine as he waits for his target to exit the theatre for intermission.He is a smoker so soon he will emerge for a nicotine fix.

 

As Salvatore waits he pulls a glock 3×4789 revolver from his jacket pocket and screws a silencer in place.

He doesn’t have to wait long because soon the theatre doors fly open and some of the patrons come rushing outside.

His target lights a cigarette and Salvatore recognises him right away,he guns his bike and inches forward in the traffic.

When he is level with the mark he raises his arm and fires a single shot into the forehead of his victim.

Then he gives his ducati full throttle and disappears into the night

 

At home a few hours later Salvatore is relaxing at home waiting for an email to arrive to confirm the hit and payment into his overseas account.

And an hour later he is $ 100,000 richer and proud of a job well done.

 

Salvatore is 42 years old 6′ 2” tall weighing 180 pounds with black wavy hair and an athletic build he likes to wear hand made italian suits with gucci shoes.

He could be a banker or an accountant on their way to work but he is anything but,he also has the ability to blend in with the background nobody notices him he is the ghost that walks.

 

Salvatore is riding his ducati around manhattan taking in the sites when his cellphone vibrates in his pocket.

Someone else needs killing.

He parks his bike near central park and has a seat on a bench and starts to read the email from his boss.

The client is a Mrs Anne Bartelli who is tired of her husbands womanising and she wants him gone.

She will pay $ 150,000 if her husband suffers a slow and agonising death.

Salvatore prefers to kill nice and quick but for that type of money he will do what the client requires.

 

A week later he arrives at the Bartelli household dressed as a plumber and knocks on the door.

A middle aged man answers ‘Yes how can i help you?’ Salvatore answers ‘ Mr Bartelli? I am hear to fix your leaking toilet’

Bartelli starts to answer when Salvatore pulls his glock from his toolbox and tells his target to step back inside and Salvatore follows him in.

 

Salvatore ties Bartelli naked to a chair with a sock stuffed into his mouth and gets to work.

And for the next hour Salvatore goes about his business with a minimum of fuss.Using every tool in his toolbox he inflicts more pain than any human can handle and thankfully Bartelli loses consciousness.

Salvatore decides that enough is enough and quickly finishes the job and slices Bartelli’s neck open from ear to ear.

Then he packs up his toolbox and leaves without being seen.

 

But he has been seen.

Upstairs looking through the railings is a five year girl too stunned to make a sound.

Little Emily was supposed to go to school today but she talked her daddy into taking her to the zoo instead.

Now she is so traumatised she cant move a muscle as she watches her daddies killer walk out the door.

 

For the next decade Salvatore has performed over a dozen more murders earning himself a lot of money.

And with a savvy business mind and investments Salvatore now has more money than he could ever dream of.

So he treats himself to a porsche and large yacht that he approporiately names ‘Salvatore”

 

While Salvatore has been making his millions Emily Bartelli has been in and out of institutions.

She is still so traumatised that she hasn’t uttered a word since witnessing her fathers murder ten years ago.

 

Today Emily is walking along the jetty towards the waters of hudson bay.As she walks she admires all of the boats moored at the marina.

And she remembers the times that her father used to take her fishing out in the bay.She smiles to herself for a second as she remembers the good times.

Than her she looks over to a boat called ‘Salvatore” and the man tending the sails.He looks vaguely familiar.

Than her heart starts to palpitate.Surely her eyes aren’t playing tricks on her.

It has to be the same man.The man who killed her father.

 

 

Emily emits a low growl from her throat and utters the first word that she has uttered in ten years ‘murderer’.

She silently climbs aboard the ‘Salvatore’ and launches herself at the killer

 

Salvatore senses movement behind and turns around,but a second too late.He is hit hard and his feet get tangled in the ropes and he and his attacker both land in the water.

 

Salvatore desperately tries to free himself from the ropes and his attacker but he is losing the battle.And after a few minutes he breathes his last breath.

 

Emily holds on to the killer and watches as his eyes glaze over.She smiles to herself she is happy now.So she lets go and slowly sinks to the bottom.

Now she and her father are together once again.

 

In the house where Emil’s father was killed a lonely widow sits weeping.

Because of her spite she has lost her daughter.

She has lost everything.

 

 

THE END

 

 

 

Murder Of Crowes

08 Saturday Apr 2017

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‘Jesus Christ,is that freaking clock going backwards?’

It is the last day before the summer break.

And the clock in the classroom decides to mess with my mind.

 

Has time stood still?

Has the second hand frozen in place?

Finally the school bell rings and i race outside.

Summer vacation is my favourite time of the year.

Six weeks without homework and teachers.

Six weeks of sunshine and fun.

 

Three of my friends are waiting for me by the school gate

Kyle Coogan,Brian Jones,Dennis Steele and i have been friends since

kindergarten.

But next year we will be going to different high schools.

So this could be the last break that we spend together.

 

My name is Charlie Osborne and i am twelve years old.

I am almost a teenager but not quite.

If this is to be the last summer break i get to be with my friends.

I want to make the most of it.

 

My friends and i are just like any boys our age.

We like to go swimming,fishing and camping out in our backyards.

Sometimes we will collect tadpoles and pick blackberries.

All the normal boy stuff.

 

Today we decide to explore the bush land behind Kyles place.

Sometimes we will come across a kangaroo chewing on grass.

Or a goanna climbing up a tree.

But this time we see something different.

 

A black crow is on the ground running around in circles.

It has a broken wing and cant fly away.

I tell Kyle to go back to his house and get a box.

Maybe we can look after this bird until its wing heals.

 

Kyle looks at me like i am crazy ‘Fuck that it is only a crow’

He bends down and picks up a rock and throws it at the crow with all of

his might.

He misses but Brian and Dennis also start to throw rocks and stones at the crow.

 

Rock after rock hit the target and the bird falls to the ground.

They keep on throwing until that bird is dead.

I cant believe that my friends just did that.

But they are laughing and giving each other high fives.

I cant do anything for the bird so we run towards a water hole.

 

Up in the trees about twenty black crowes watch as the boys run away.

They fly from tree to tree following the boys as they wander down the

dirt track.

The crowes all have two things in common,they are all black.

And they all have murder in their eyes.

 

After a few hours of  swimming and skylarking around we decide to head home for something to eat.

All except Kyle who decides to stay behind and do some more swimming.

We wave to Kyle and tell him that we will be back in about an hour.

 

Kyle strips down to his underwear  and dives in head first.

As he swims and splashes around he doesn’t notice the crow’es gathering in the trees

above.

He continues to swim for a while but soon becomes bored.

So he decides to rest up and wait for his friends.

He spreads out his towel and starts to bake in the sun.

 

One of the crow’es lands on a branch just above Kyle and sizes up the situation.

Than without warning in lands on Kyle’s face with talons extended.

Kyle screams out in panic and tries to fight back but he has been taken by surprise

and he soon tires.

And before he knows what is happening both of his eyes are plucked out and swallowed

down whole.

 

By now Kyle is hysterical as the crow attacks his face.

Soon he goes into shock and offers little resistance.

The other crow’es descend onto Kyle and start to strip the flesh from his body.

Kyle’s body shudders as the black birds have their way.

They peck and claw at his body until he is nothing but a pile of bloody bones.

 

After lunch i meet up with Brian and Dennis and we make our way back to the water hole.

When we arrive Kyle is nowhere in sight.

All we see is his beach towel and his baseball cap floating in the water.

Beside the cap floats a single black feather.

 

We run home as fast as we can to get help.

My mother calls the police and we wait for them to arrive.

The area around the water hole is cordoned off and the police send for divers to

search the bottom.

And soon Kyle’s body is brought to the surface.

 

There is a gasp from the onlookers when the body comes into view.

His mother tries to run forward but is held back.

 

How has Kyle’s body been reduced to a skeleton in such a short time?

Was he attacked by a pack of wild dogs or is there a madman on the loose?

The police hold a police conference and tell everybody that until an autopsy

is performed.

It is best for people to be on their guard and for all of the neighbourhood kids

to stay indoors.

 

Brian Jones is home bored out of his mind.

It has been a week since Kyle was killed by who knows what

Brian feels sorry for Kyle,but it is summer break he needs to go out and play.

So he decides to sneak out and see how Dennis and Charlie are going.

He climbs out of his bedroom window under the cover of darkness.

 

Dennis only lives a few blocks away,so he will hang out for a while.

His parents want even know that he is gone.

As he walks under a street light he senses movement over his left shoulder.

When he looks back something slams into his face.

He staggers around in bewilderment with a bloodied nose and cut cheek.

 

Another black crow swoops down and attacks Brians face and neck.

Brian shit;s his pants and runs away in shock.

Straight into the path of a semi trailer.

 

The driver cant bake in time and he hits Brian full on.

The truck skids to a stop a hundred metres down the road.

The driver jumps out and races back hoping for the best but fearing the worst.

And the worst it is,

He cant believe that what he is seeing was once a living human being.

He looks away and vomits up his dinner completely covering a single black feather.

 

Dennis Steele is in his room crying into his pillow.

First Kyle was killed and now Brian.

Why are his friends dying?

It is school holidays we should all be having fun not cooped up inside.

When will his parents let him outside to fucking play?

 

Dennis knows that he has just  said the F word out loud but he doesn’t care anymore.

All he wants is for things to go back to normal again.

So that everybody can start to feel safe again.

 

Everything is getting to be too much for Dennis.

His nerves are shot to hell and his stomach is playing up.

And for the fifth time that day he makes his way to the bathroom.

 

He pulls down is pants and takes a seat waiting for nature to take its course.

When he hears a noise coming from the water below.

He looks down between his legs and sees a black bird heading for his scrotum.

 

He tries to jump up but he isnt quite fast enough.

The crow pecks open his ball bag and his testicles disappear down the throat of that

crazes bird.

His screams could be heard from twenty five miles away.

 

Inch by inch Dennis is pulled down into the toilet bowl.

His bones creak and crack and finally break as he is swallowed down into the sewers.

 

As Dennis enters his watery grave his parents are frantically trying to kick down the bathroom door.

And when they finally do all they see is a broken toilet

.And a single black feather.

 

Holt fucking Christ on a crutch.

I cant believe it.

First Kyle than Brain and now Dennis.

Who or what is killing all of my friends?

 

As i sit with my parents watching some TV i remember the cops telling them about finding a black feather in Dennis bathroom.

My mind goes back to that day at the water hole.

Surely it cant be about that?

Do crow’es have good memories like elephants?

They  say that elephants never forget but what about crow’es?

 

I tell my parents that i need to go for ride.

They try to stop me but i am gone in a flash.

I jump on my bike and race back to that waterhole.

And i soon arrive at the spot where we stoned that crow to death.

 

So i am so nervous my goose pimples have dimples.

I sit down in the middle of the track and wait.

All of the leaves in the trees shake and fall to the ground.

Soon i am surrounded by a green carpet and a thousand naked branches.

Is the devil coming to take me away?

Or are the black crow’es on the warpath?

 

I am guessing the latter but i don’t really know.

Soon the sky is full of black wings and an eerie silence.

Then twenty black birds land at my feet and start to do a war dance.

Or maybe it is a rain dance? One can only hope.

But the sky i clear there isn’t a cloud in sight.

So war it is.

 

One of the crow’es rushes in and attacks my left foot

I look at that crow as it grabs my little toe and tears it from my body.

And it flies back up into the trees with my twinkie in its mouth.

 

As i am distracted another bird attacks my other foot and another toe is swallowed

down.

It looks like these crow’es are going to kill me very slowly

Toe by toe bit by bit.

 

The remaining crow’es continue to walk around me in a clockwise direction.

What body part will they attack next?

‘God don’t let it be my eyes i don;t want to be blind’

And Jesus don;t let it be my willy.

I haven;t had sex yet please don;t let me die a virgin.

 

While i have been sitting in the dirt thinking another bird has flown in and taken a chunk out of my ear.

I don’t dare to fight back because i know that if i do the birds will go into a feeding frenzy.

So i cover my nuts with both hands put my head down and pray.

And through the pain i try to relax and hopefully the crow’es will fly away and leave me

in peace.

And not pieces.

 

 

But no such luck.

Another chunk is taken from my body

Blood is pouring from deep groves and starts to pool on the ground.

I pray to God and whisper goodbye to mum and dad.

 

But you know what ? Fuck that.

I jump up and scream at those fucking birds.

I tell them that i am sorry that their friend died but enough is enough.

I close my eyes and count to fifty and when i open them the birds are gone.

I turn back and start to limp home.

Than the crow’es are back.

 

These freaking birds swoop down in attack mode.

And they attack my head with venegance tearing out my hair strand by strand.

Holy fucking crap i am getting scalped by a bunch of birds.

Or should i say a murder of crow’es.

 

I cant see a thing as my blood streams down my face.

I wait for another attack but it doesn’t come.

I wipe my face with my shirt and scan my surroundings.

There isn’t any sign of the crow’es.

I pick my self up ans wander towards home.

 

Than a crow lands on the track just in front of me

He is obviously the ring leader.

With his chest puffed out he struts around like a peacock.

I look down at that black bird and once again i apologise for my behaviour

I will never ever harm another crow as long as i live.

 

The crow looks up at me with disdain.

Than he flies up and lands on my shoulder he walks over to my bleeding ear

and whispers ‘Don;t forget i know where you live’

 

 

THE END.

The Stain

14 Saturday Jan 2017

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Martha Abercrombie has lived in Bangor Maine her whole life.

She recently lost her husband of forty years and is at a loose end.

She is lonely and she desperately needs something to occupy her

mind.

 

For over thirty years on her way to work she has driven past the house

of author Stephen King.

But it is another house that has caught her attention.

 

The house is a two storey monstrocity  that has clearly seen better days.

A faded old For Sale sign sits in the front yard.

It has been there for as long as Martha can remember.

 

One day Martha stops at the rusty old sign and saves the Real Estate

phone number into her mobile phone.

It is a pity that Martha doesn’t drive another route to work.

Than she would never have seen the house.

Because there is a very good reason why the house has stood vacant

for over twenty years.

 

The house is situated at 16 Balcomb Lane is shrouded by overgrown

shrubs weeds and a nasty reputation.

Originally built in 1900 by a doctor and his young family.

Who travelled all the way from Scotland to start a new life.

 

Doctor McIntosh his wife Stella and their children six year old

Prudence and little Colin a chubby four year old.

The family were excited when they finally moved into their new house

on 1st March 1900.

 

But one thing bothered Stella right from the start.

An ugly stain on the living room wall

Despite all of her scrubbing that stain just wouldn’t go away.

So finally Stella gave up and hung a family portrait over the stain and

forgot all about it.

 

Stella should have left the stain alone.

It has laid dormant for over one hundred years.

Now it has been awoken.

And it isn’t happy.

 

A month after the family moved into the house little Prudence was

spotted arriving home from school.

And since that day not one member of the McIntosh has ever been seen

again.

It is like they just disappeared into thin air.

 

The house stood empty until 1919 when another family moved in.

And than promptly vanished.

A radio was playing songs of the day.

The table was set with plates piled high with food.

Food that was never eaten.

Another family has disappeared without trace.

 

From 1932 to 1970 a total of eight families have lived in that

house.

38 people have vanished into the dust.

 

The neighbours cross the street when they come to the house.

Their is talk of a local Native American tribe laying a curse.

Their are whispers of witchcraft and of sausquatch  coming down

from the mountains.

 

In 1971 the house was demolished and every single piece of that house

was taken away and burnt.

The land stood vacant until 1986 when a new house was built.

The house was blessed by the local priest.

And a lovely young couple moved in.

 

But all of the activity has once again awoken the stain.

 

The same day as the family moved in the brand new house started to

fall apart.

The brickwork and shingles crumbled and fell to the ground

The wiring exploded in a shower of sparks.

While the plumbing leaked dirty water and sewage through out the

house.

 

The new house is transforming back into the old house.

And for the first time there is talk amongst the neighbours about

a strange stain.

 

The lady of the house a Mrs Penelope Lomax told them of a stain on the

living room wall.

It was the size and shape of a human face and the colour of blood.

And despite constant scrubbing and cleaning the stain just wouldn’t go away.

 

A month later Mrs Lomax was seen at her kitchen window.

But after that Penelope and her husband were never seen again.

 

Once more Martha Abercrombie is driving past the house at 16 Balcomb

Lane.

When she comes to a fateful decision.

After work she stops at the real estate office and makes an enquiry about the

house.

The agent is shocked by the question.

No one has asked about that house in over twenty years.

 

But she puts a smile on her face and offers to show Martha the house anytime

that suits.

They arrange to meet at the house at four o’clock the following afternoon.

 

So they meet the next day and Cathy Simpkins the agent walks with Martha

towards the front door.

But it is obvious that she is scared out of her mind.

Martha asks what is wrong and Cathy comes clean and tells Martha all about

the disappearances  that has occurred since 1900.

 

In the back of her mind Martha remembers reading about the missing people.

But this all happened years ago and this house is a renovators dream.

She decides that she has to have this house.

 

The estate agent refuses to go inside.

She opens the front door and tells Martha to take her time.

Martha walks in and feels a chill down her spine.

She goes from room to room and she like what she sees.

All of the rooms are spacious with high ceilings.

But it is obvious that the house needs a lot of work.

But she has to have it and signs the contract on the spot.

 

As Martha is signing the contract back at the cars a stain appears on

the living room wall.

It is barely visible but it is there.

 

For the next six months contractors come and go renovating the house

from top to bottom.

The wiring and plumbing is completely replaced

The house is gutted from roof to the basement fully renovated from top

to bottom.

 

Behind the living room wall the stain is shimmering in a rage.

Once again it has been disturbed.

 

Martha has finally moved into her new house and is enjoying a glass

of wine.

She cant believe how happy she is and how cheap the house was.

Life is perfect.

 

A week after moving in Martha is sitting on her couch reading the latest

Stephen King novel.

When her eyes are drawn to the living room wall.

A blood red stain is seeping through the paint.

 

Martha gets out of her chair for a closer look.

The stain looks like a human face.

Martha shakes her head ‘God my imagination sure is working overtime’.

She goes to the liquor cabinet and pours herself a large whiskey.

Than she walks back towards the stain.

 

It is definently a face.

The eyes of the stain seem to be looking back at her.

Martha’s spine tingles and her bladder starts to leak.

Despite herself she has another look at the stain.

The face is developing you can now make out all of the features.

It appears to be the face of a middle aged woman.

 

Martha pours herself another whiskey as she decides what to do.

But there really is only one decision to make.

So Martha grabs her car keys and runs toward the front door.

 

But a voice stops her in her tracks ‘Come and join me Martha and we can

be together forever’

Martha is shell shocked and her bladder empties completely.

She tries to run but her legs wont move.

Instead they turn back towards the stain.

 

Foot by foot her legs walk towards the stain until she is only five feet away.

Her legs move even closer.

Until she is standing face to face with the stain.

She waits for it to speak again.

 

But this time it doesn’t speak.

It attacks.

Two arms are thrust through the wall and enclose Martha in a bear hug.

She tries to resist but it is of no use.

Martha feels herself being pulled into the stain.

 

She struggles with all of her might.

But she cant fight off the stain.

She is dragged down to the basement and beyond.

Down to an old cemetery full of old tombstones.

Next to one of the graves is a freshly dug hole with a new tombstone.

Martha Abercrombie

Born 18 October 1944

Died 13 January 2017

RIP

The stain has fully engulfed Martha and is walking Martha backwards

until she is teetering on the edge.

Martha can smell and taste her own fear.

 

The stain whispers ‘Goodbye Martha welcome to death’

Martha fulls six feet down and lands on her back.

She is quickly covered in dirt until Martha is no more.

The sound of silence is deafening.

 

The house at 16 Balcomb Lane is up for sale again.

If you have the deposit the house can be yours.

It has been freshly painted inside and out.

The perfect place for a loving family

Or first home buyer.

 

All ready to move in.

Without a blemish or stain in sight.

 

But looks can be deceiving

 

THE END.

A Foetus And Me ( Part Two )

30 Friday Sep 2016

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Part One

In the first instalment we learnt that my name is Brett Stevens

And i have just turned fourteen.

My parents told me that we had to have a talk.

I thought it was that TALK

And now i wish that it was.

What my parents told me came as a complete surprise.

 

 

My father showed me an x ray

It was an x ray of my chest taken a couple of years prior

when i had cracked a rib playing soccer.

I had a close look at that x ray and my mouth dropped open.

For attached to a bottom rib on my right side was what looked

like a tiny foetus.

 

My mother said that it was more than likely the foetus of my

twin brother.

And that when we were developing he died and somehow my body

absorbed him.

 

A dead baby was attached to my rib.

Over the following weeks i became obsessed with that foetus.

I began to rub that rib constantly.

My parents were concerned about my behaviour and they took

me to see a psychologist.

And while i was laying on his couch the foetus erupted out of

my body attached to a umbilical cord.

 

The psychologist jumped back in shock clutching his chest.

And he collapsed to the floor dead.

After doing the deed the foetus crawled back inside me.

 

A month or so after that i was having a bath with the foetus laying

on my stomach.

The foetus told me that when he gets a chance he will kill my

parents so he doesn’t have to share me with anyone.

‘No’ I scream

And that is exactly what the foetus wanted me to do.

 

My parents burst into the bathroom to see what all the noise was

about.

Then they both notice the foetus and before they can scream.

The foetus springs forward with a pair of scissors.

And it murdered my parents.

 

I have had enough so i grab hold of that umbilical cord and go to

chew it in half.

The foetus tells me ‘Don’t do it Brett if you bite the cord both of us will

die”

 

Part Two.

I dont know what to.

But eventually i release that cord and sit on the toilet seat numb with

shock.

I look at my parents laying on the bathroom floor in a pool of blood.

That fucking foetus is going to pay.

I phone the police and wait for them to arrive.

 

But what can i tell them?

That a foetus living inside my body killed my parents.?

They will think that i am crazy.

But it is too late now to back out the police are here.

 

I go to the front door and let them into my nightmare.

Two detectives walk in and i tell them that my parents are dead

in the bathroom.

One of the detectives stays with me while the other  one goes to

have a look.

 

Soon he returns with a bloody pair of scissors in a plastic baggie.

I used those scissors this morning so my fingerprints will be all

over them.

I am told to turn around than i feel a pair of handcuffs close over my

wrists.

‘Okay son what happened here?

I start to tell them all about the foetus inside me.

But i decide to remain silent and i am led away.

 

On the road to the precinct all i can think about is my parents being

murdered by a deranged foetus.

How in the fuck is this happening?

 

Speaking of the devil just than that foetus emerges and crawls up onto

my chest.

Like a new born waiting for his mothers milk.

I am repulsed i cant believe that that evil foetus is part of me.

I look at that murderous piece of attachment.

And the shit hits the diaphram.

I grab hold of its umbilical cord and start to chew.

 

Before the cops notice that i have a reborn reborn companion i decide

to stop chewing.

Glad for the reprieve the foetus scurries back inside me.

And takes its cord with him.

 

I am held in custody overnight

And in the morning i am brought before a judge.

When she enters the courtroom we are all told to rise.

But it is hard to stand when your feet are shackled and your hands

are cuffed.

Plus orange isn’t really my colour.

 

A couple of sheriffs drag me to my feet and judge Coltrane speaks

‘Mr Stevens you are charged with two counts of murder how do you

plead?”

‘Not guilty your honour’

Your plea has been entered you will remain in custody without bail

until your next hearing’

‘If you are found guilty by your peers i will be recommending the death

penalty’

 

What? what ? what?

I haven’t killed anybody i cant stay quiet any longer ‘But your honour

i didn’t kill my parents’

‘My unborn twin brother did it his foetus erupted from my body and he

stabbed them with the scissors’

 

The courtroom fills with laughter and gasps of shock.

The judge has heard enough so she brings down her gavel ‘ Take the prisoner

away for  an immediate psychological examination’

‘This hearing is adjourned’

 

I am led away and taken back to my holding cell.

I cant believe that i am being charged with the murder of my parents.

Surely justice will prevail and i will be found innocent.

 

My cell door opens

And a doctor looking like person walks in and introduces himself as

Doctor Epstein.

And he starts to ask me questions that i dont really want to answer.

His moronic questions seem to go on forever.

I scream at him ‘I am telling you that i didn’t do it’

I lift up my shirt to show him the hole in my side

But there is nothing to be seen.

My skin is free from any sort of blemishes.

There isn’t even a mole.

I cant believe it.

 

The psychologist leans in for a closer look and i scream at him not

to get too close.

 

Just than an umbilical cord comes flying out and it wraps around

the doctors throat.

And the foetus drags him towards the opening.

The doctor struggles for his life but he cant fight off the foetus.

 

The doctors head disappears into my body cutting off his breathing

He continues to fight so i hold his head until he chokes to death.

His bowels release there contents and the cell fills with the smell

of shit.

I kick the doctor to the floor and smile at my partner in crime.

The foetus smiles back he really is my evil twin.

 

The foetus crawls up onto my shoulder until we are eye to eye.

Than we start to sort of meld and weld together until we are conjoined.

We keep on melding and welding until we have become a creature of the

unknown.

 

I hope you enjoyed reading this story.

Keep an eye out for Part Three coming soon.

Temporary Tomb (Part Two)

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In part one of this story eight year old Tommy Tucker has been

abducted on his way home from school.

Tommy is the tenth little boy to go missing from the Coffs Harbour

area.

None of the other boys has been seen since.

 

Tommy has been taken to a farm house in the hinterland.

Where he is held captive in an old mine shaft.

About the same size as a small bathroom.

He is chained by his ankle to an steel pole.

With a small bucket for a toilet and an old lantern hanging on the

wall provides the only light.

 

Up in the farm house his abductor is staring into space.

He is really hoping that this boy is the one.

For three years he has searching for a replacement son.

He lost his own son to cancer.

And since that time he has been looking for a Simon lookalike.

 

This boy thought that he could deceive him.

And for that he will die down in the hole.

He looks out to his fields to where he has buried the other nine

boys.

Now he will have to dig a hole for another one.

 

Part Two.

Tommy has been held captive for three days now.

His abductor has given him very little food.

And only a few cupfuls of water.

And even though he hasn’t had much to eat he has visited the

bucket a few  times.

Now it is really starting to smell.

Tommy misses his mummy all he wants to do is go home.

 

His abductor isn’t at the farmhouse.

He is out in his car trolling the streets for another Simon.

It has only been three days since he  abducted the boy down in the

hole.

His needs are getting stronger.

But all he has found so far is little deceivers who pretend to be Simon.

Now those deceivers are buried out in his fields.

All except one.

 

He is just about to head on home when he spots a Simon lookalike up

ahead riding a skateboard.

He pulls alongside the kid and yells out the window ‘Simon get into the car

right now’.

The kid tells him that his name isnt Simon and that he must  be confusing him

for another kid.

‘Get in the car right now i am your father’

 

The boy notices the crazy look on the mans face and tries to back away.

But he isn’t quite quick enough and he is dragged in through the window

of the car and pushed to the floor.

‘Why do these little deceivers try to trick me ?

‘They pretend to be Simon and force me to do bad things.’

 

Soon they both arrive at the farm house.

The kid has no idea what is happening as he is led into the backyard

Where the crazy man pulls away a sheet of iron.

And he is told to climb down.

 

The abductor follows the boy down into the shaft ‘Jesus what is that smell?’

Tommy points at the bucket ‘Sorry mister’

The abductor lets out a curse of disgust ‘For fuck sake i will be right back’

 

Tommy tells the new kid’Quick climb out and go and get help’

But the kid is frightened out of his wits ‘I cant the crazy man will kill me’

Tommy cant believe it ‘Okay see that lantern over there grab it and bring it

over here’

The new kid grabs the lantern and hands it to Tommy.

 

Tommy puts the lantern on the floor near them.

But not too close.

He just hopes that the abductor doesn’t notice.

 

They hear the sound of the iron cover being moved.

Than the abductor appears with a new clean bucket.

But no food or water.

Than he chains the new kid to the pole and leaves without saying

a word.

 

Thank Christ the whack job didn’t notice that the lantern had been moved.

Because has come up with a brilliant plan of escape.

He grabs the lantern and takes off the glass cover and holds the binding

chain over the flame.

‘God i hope this works’ But after half an hour nothing seems to be happening

Than slowly but surely the chain becomes red hot.

Tommy turns to the new kid ‘When the chain breaks i will go and get help so

just sit tight’

 

The new kid is hysterical ‘If the crazy man comes back and finds you gone he will

kill me for sure’

Tommy knows that the new kid is right ‘Okay hold your chain near the flame but don’t

get your hands too close’

 

The abductor has been busy as well.

He is out in his field digging two small swallow graves.

It takes a lot of work but it has to be done.

The sooner that those two deceivers are in the ground the better.

 

Tommy is keen to make a run for it ‘Quick before the man comes back’

The new kid knows that he is holding Tommy back.

But with a sudden twang the chain snaps.

 

They both jump up and down all excited now to get the fuck out of here.

They race to the ladder and start to climb.

But than they hear the sound of the cover being removed.

Tommy whispers ‘Quick go back to where you were and hold your hands

behind your back so the crazy man cant see that we are free’

 

Both boys sit on the ground and try to look nonchalent.

The abductor climbs down the ladder with a bag full of food.

‘I have been to MacDonald’s and bought some burgers and fries

Even the condemned get to eat a final meal’

Than the abductors mobile phone begins to ring ‘For fuck sake what now?

Okay i will be there yes i know that it is important Bye’

 

Than the abductor notices the lantern on the floor ‘How did that get there?’

Tommy pipes up ‘You left it there when you changed the shit bucket’

The abductor looks at Tommy with steely eyes.

Then he bends and hangs the lantern back on the wall.

And with one last look at the boys he is gone.

 

Tommy cant believe it.

The abductor has left his mobile phone behind.

Tommy grabs the phone and dials triple 000 and as calmly as he can he tells

the dispatcher who he is and the location as best as he knows.

The dispatcher tells Tommy to put the phone back where he found it but leave

it switched so the police can use it to track there location.

 

At police headquarters tells detectives Coverdale and Hughes about the phone call.

Finally they have a breakthrough the phone call has been traced to a farm house

in the Coffs Harbour hinterland.

And twenty police officers race to the scene.

 

At the farm house Tommy and the new kid decide that it is now or never.

So they climb the ladder and push the iron cover aside.

Tommy is surprised to see the daylight he has grown used to the dark.

He and the new kid take in their surroundings and look for the whack job.

Than they race as fast as they can down the long driveway.

 

At that moment the abductor is looking out to the killing fields.

When he sees the two boys running towards freedom.

And after screaming a few obscenities he takes off after them.

 

Both boys are only halfway down the driveway when they hear foot steps

behind them.

They have a quick scared look behind them.

And they know that they will never make it.

The abductor grabs both boys by the scruff of the neck and starts to drag

them back towards the farm house.

 

 

But than ten police cars turn into the driveway.

The abductor is caught like a deer in the headlights.

To stunned to move.

 

The police fan out.

And detective Coverdale screams at him to let the boys go.

The abductor knows that he is done for as he looks at the police with

their guns drawn.

So he comes to a decision.

If he cant see Simon in this life he will see him in the afterlife.

 

He kisses both Tommy and the new kid goodbye.

And runs straight toward the police reaching behind for his gun.

BANG BANG BANG the abductor falls to the ground a bloody heap.

And he has died with a smile on his face.

Maybe he will see Simon again in a better place.

 

 

THE END.

A Foetus And Me

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My name is Brett Stevens

And i am Fourteen years of age

As i leaving home to go to School my parents told me that

when i got Home.

We needed to have a talk.

 

God i hope it is not that talk

Because they are way too late.

I lost my virginity last week

So talking about sex will be a complete waste of time.

And yes i did wear a condom.

 

I couldn’t concentrate at school i was worried

I hope there is nothing wrong with my parents

So when the school bell rings

I ride home with my heart in my throat

I park my push bike in the garage

And walk inside.

 

My parents are waiting for me at the kitchen table

I go to walk past like i haven’t seen them.

But my mother calls me back.

 

I sit down opposite them

And my mother starts to talk

‘Brett there is something important we need to tell you’

I yell out ‘Too late i had sex last week’

God did i say that out loud?

 

My parents look at me

‘Brett what are you talking about?

‘We need to talk about another matter’

 

‘O h sorry forget that i said anything’

 

My parents look at one another and than my mother starts

to talk.

‘Brett what we have to say is very difficult

We have waited until you are were old enough to comprehend

When you developing inside me before you were born

Another baby was developing at the same time

But the other baby died when it was a foetus

And your body absorbed it’

 

My mind is doing tailspins

What is my mother talking about?

 

Than my father puts a large X ray on the table

‘Brett remember when you broke a rib playing soccer a few

years ago?

This is the X ray that was taken at the time’

 

I look at the X ray and i can clearly see a skeletal foetus attached

to the bottom rib on the right side.

 

This is all too much to take in

I run into my room and throw myself onto the bed

Than i quickly roll over onto my back

I don’t wont to crush my little brother

Jesus what am i thinking about?

My little brother is a dead foetus

A dead foetus inside my body

 

As i lay there on my bed

I cant help but scratch my bottom rib

Maybe if i can scratch hard enough

I can bring my little brother back to life?

 

Wherever i go i scratch and scratch and scratch

I am scratching my skin red raw

But i just keep on scratching

I couldn’t stop even if i tried.

 

Over the following days and weeks i thought that i was

going insane.

But i just couldn’t stop scratching.

Is something moving inside me?

Or have i gone over the Edge?

 

Finally my parents have had enough

And they take me to see a Psychologist

So here i am in the waiting room

Waiting to see a shrink.

 

After introducing himself as Dr Ferguson

The Psychologist asks me to lay down on a couch

Than he starts with the questions about my obsession with

scratching

And how am i dealing with having a foetus inside me?

 

I dont know how to answer all of the questions

I just want to go home.

Than i feel a massive pain in my right side

I lift up my shirt

And a large lump is pushing out

 

The Shrink and i cant believe our eyes

Like a giant pimple or blackhead the lump is getting

bigger and bigger.

Than it erupts

And with a splat the foetus lands on the Shrinks face.

 

The Shrink tumbles and and falls back striking his head against

a coffee table.

And judging by all the blood and brain tissue

I am  fairly sure that he is dead.

 

The foetus runs around the room like a demented chucky

Attached to what looks like a bungee rope.

Than i realise that it must be an umbilical cord

I scream at the top of my lungs

And the foetus springs back into my body

Like a cord of a vacuum cleaner.

 

My screams have probably been heard five miles away

The Receptionist and my parents rush into the room

I quickly pull my shirt back down

Then they see the Psychologist on the floor

 

I tell that we were just talking

When he went all white clutching at his chest.

Than he fell back hitting his head on the coffee table.

 

The Receptionist calls the police

And after they check the scene and ask me questions

I am told that i am free to go home

I sure am glad to get out of there

 

At home i go straight to my room

And lay face up on my bed.

I lift up my shirt and wait.

And soon enough the foetus pokes his head out

 

He looks out at me

Then squirms out onto my chest

Than the foetus starts to talk Thanks for all the scratching

and rubbing’

‘You brought me to life and i will never forget it’

‘What is your name brother?’

 

Than the foetus starts to yawn.

He tells me that he is going to have a snooze

So he crawls back inside.

 

I just lay there thinking.

Than i go out to the garage to get a roll of duct tape

Maybe if i can cover up the hole the foetus will suffocate?

 

Back in my room i apply the duct tape

Than i to decide to have a snooze

And hopefully when i wake up the foetus will be dead.

 

But after a while i feel the duct tape being pulled away from

the hole.

‘You will have to do better than that Brett

I can breathe through your skin and from your mouth and

your nose

‘I can even breathe from your pee hole and arsehole’

 

I dont know what to do

Maybe i should ask my parents to cut it out with a knife?

Or call a priest to perform an exorcism?

Maybe if i take a bath the foetus will drown?

So i fill the bath tub with water

And i climb right in.

 

A few bubbles come from the hole in my side

Than the foetus comes out and dives into the water

And proceeds to swim back stroke

 

Nice try Brett nice try’

 

Than the foetus climbs up onto my stomach

Reaches back and grabs hold of my little shrivelled dick

‘That was your last chance Brett

If you try to destroy me again

I will rip this thing off

And ram it down your throat’

 

Than the foetus tries to climb back into the hole

But he want fit

Than for the first time i notice that he put on a lot of weight

 

‘Looks like i am staying out here from now on

And do you know why Brett?’

And he holds up the umbilical cord

 

‘Every time that you eat most of the nutrients will enter

my bloodstream

‘I will grow bigger and bigger

Than i will take over your body completly’

 

‘No’ I scream at the top of my lungs

Before i can stop them my parents race into the bathroom

My father goes to say ‘What in the fuck?’

When the foetus springs out and grabs a pair of Scissors

from the vanity

And stabs my father in the left eye

My mother is hysterical and screaming to the heavens

The foetus clamps onto her throat

And rips it out.

 

I am hyperventilating i can barely function

But i have the presence of mind to grab the scissors

Then i grab hold of the umbilical cord and make eye contact

with the foetus standing on the vanity.

 

‘Dont do it Brett

If you cut the cord both of us will die

Is that what you wont Brett?

 

Again i dont know what to do

I cant think straight.

I look down at the scissors and start to squeeze

 

Will i cut the cord?

Will we both die?

 

The answers will be revealed

But you will have to come back and read

Part Two.

28 Scarecrows ( Part Four )

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In Part Three

We sure Hylan the Scarecrow living in a run down Shack

Near Wangaratta.

He Sat on the Front Porch and Whispered into the Wind.

 

He is Calling the Human Victim of His Rape

Who has given Birth to His Son Pinnoch.

The first Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

 

The Human Victim was a Young 17 year old  Named Sara Jane

She Hears that Voice on the Wind.

And Trance like She grabs Pinnoch and jumps on a Bus to

Wangaratta.

 

Hylans Whispers are also heard by the People of Wangaratta

And One Hundred vulnerable Locals also follow the Voice.

 

Sara Jane and Pinnoch arrive at Hylans Shack

Followed closely by the One Hundred Locals

 

A Black Crow also arrives.

But this isn’t an ordinary Bird

It is Mawkin the former Ruler of all the Scarecrows

And He wonts His Title back

The Title that Hylan Stole.

 

Mawkin calls to the Sky

And Forth Thousand Black Crowes descended onto the One

Hundred Locals

They are all Ripped to Shreds and Their Body parts carried away

 

Mawkin the Black Crow Transforms into a Seven Foot Scarecrow

He confronts Hylan.

And after an Epic Battle Mawkin is the Victor.

Hylans Heart is Consumed by Mawkin while it was still Beating.

So Hylan is Dead and He can never come back.

 

Mawkin Thinking that He is Safe takes His Eyes off the Black Birds

And One Thousand of them Swoop down

And They Eat Mawkins Wooden Body Splinter by Splinter.

Unfortunately Sara Jane also leaves the Safety of the Shack

And She is quickly Dispatched.

 

The only Survivor is Pinnoch the Baby Homo Scarecrowian.

who starts to Cry.

And His Cries are Heard by a passing Dingo.

The Dingo enters the Shack and picks up Pinnoch by the back

of the Neck and

 

Part Four.

The Dingo Trots back to His Den  with Pinnoch still in His

Mouth.

His Mate is Curled up Inside.

She has been waiting for a Meal all Day.

 

The Male Dingo drops Pinnoch to the Floor of the Den.

Then proceeds to tear off Pinnochs Clothing.

Pinnoch is squirming on the ground.

But He is Hungry and He sees a familiar sight.

So He clamps onto the Female Dingoes Teat.

 

The Female Dingo is surprised.

She thought that all of Her Pups had already been Weaned

But there is always a Runt of the Litter.

So She lays down to Suckle.

And with a Snarl She sends Her Mate off to find Food.

 

Meanwhile up in the Trees

The One Thousand Black Birds that Consumed Mawkins

Wooden Body.

Are all feeling uncomfortable.

It has been Four Hours since They Ate Mawkin.

And in that Time not One of Them has dropped a single Poop.

 

So up in the Trees the One Thousand Black Birds are Pushing

and Straining.

Beads of Sweat forms on their Feathers.

If only They could Sit down with a Newspaper.

 

After another few Hours huge Sighs of relief are heard coming from

the Branches.

Then 1000 Pellets of Crap hit the Forest Floor.

Back at the Den Pinnoch is settling in nicely

He has had a steady supply of Milk.

Plus He has had His first taste of fresh Meat.

He is instantly Addicted to the Blood.

He cant get enough of the stuff.

Then His Baby Teeth  turn into Razor sharp Incisors

And His Fingers turn into Claws.

 

Even though Pinnoch is only Fourteen Months Old

He is ready to explore and Conquer the World.

The Female Dingo is still allowing Him to Suckle

Even though His Teeth are getting very Sharp.

 

Pinnoch still Loves His Milk.

But He likes the Taste of Meat and Blood even better.

He Bites down on a Nipple a little too hard.

And the Female Dingo Yelps in Pain.

But Pinnoch just keeps Biting and Biting.

And the Female Dingo is Eaten Alive.

 

Pinnoch Crawls out of the Dingo Den.

He cant quite Walk yet.

He has already had His first Kill.

As He lays near the entrance to the Den He Hears a Sound

nearby.

It Sounds like a 1000 Bird Turds hitting the Ground.

 

A Couple of Days after the Birds dropped Their Wooden Pellets.

The Stuff starts to Metabilise and begin to Dance.

The 1000 Wooden Turds start to Float in the Air.

Then They all start to fall into place.

Like a Giant Scarecrow shaped Jigsaw Puzzle.

 

The Picture Clears and yes People

Mawkin the Ruler of all the Scarecrows is back.

But He is a bit Misshapen.

Some of those Black Crows must still be backed up.

 

Mawkin is missing His Nose an Ear and His Face is all Eschew

But He is still the Same old Mawkin.

He takes a Second to get His Bearings.

Then He Wanders off in the Direction of Hylans Shack.

In the Dingo Den Pinnoch has now completely Devoured the

Female Dingo

And has fallen asleep inside the Carcass.

Then He Hears the Male Dingo coming back from the Hunt.

 

As soon as the Male Dingo enters the Den He knows that something

is wrong.

As He goes to Sniff the Body of the Female Dingo.

Pinnoch Clamps onto His Throat and He doesn’t let go.

Soon the Male Dingo collapses to the Ground.

But He isn’t Dead.

 

He is just Unconscious.

Seeing that Pinnoch cant Walk yet He needs a Mode of Transport.

And a Dingo will do just fine.

So He Crawls up behind the Prone Dingo

And with a Thrust He sticks His Head up the Dingoes Rectum.

Then He Crawls Inside.

 

A few Minutes later the Dingo opens His Eyes and Tries to get to

His Feet.

But it is a Struggle.

It Feels like Something has Crawled up His Arse.

 

But then the Dingoes Eyes change from Brown to Green

Pinnoch is now in Charge

The Dingo/Pinnoch gets to His Feet.

And with a Yawn and a Shake of His Tail.

Pinnoch the Homo Scarecrowian leaves the Den.

 

Mawkin has made Himself at Home in Hylans Old Shack

He is slowly getting His Revenge on the Black Crowes.

Every now and then He will go Outside and Hold up His Arms

And Twenty Seven Black Birds will Land.

 

Then They are taken Inside and Consumed at Leisure.

A big pile of Bones is building up in the Corner.

Only 39,492 Black Crowes to go.

Burp.

 

As Mawkin Chews on a Wing He Pines for some Company

He Sniffs the Air with His non existent Nose.

But no Scarecrow Scent is Detected.

So Mawkin has a change of Plans.

 

He goes out to the back of the Shack.

He pulls down His Pants and starts to Fondle His fleshy Wooden

Penis.

Until it becomes Erect.

 

He Strokes faster and faster.

Than He feels the tension building up in His Wooden Nuts

He Aims His Erection Towards Wangaratta

And with a mighty Explosion 5 Million Scarecrow Sperm are

released into the Atmosphere.

A Wet Gooey Cloud of Semen is on its way to Town.

 

Any Female unlucky enough to be Outside that Day

Feels a strange sensation.

And even though They haven’t had Sex.

They all feel a Wetness in their Vaginas.

They have all been Impregnated with Scarecrow Sperm.

 

So in Nine Months time 142,349 Female Humans will give

Birth to 142,349 Homo Scarecrowian Babies.

 

Pinnoch the Dingo Trots away from the Den.

He has picked up a Scent.

A Smell from the Past.

The Smell of Scarecrow.

 

He Starts to Run faster.

He just follows His Nose.

Until He arrives at an Old Shack.

And Sitting on the Front Porch is the source of the Scent.

The only Living Scarecrow on the Planet.

 

As Pinnoch gets closer.

The figure on the Porch Stands up and Watches the Dingo

approach.

When the Dingo is about Ten Feet away.

It Squats as if to take a Shit.

 

Mawkin Thinks ‘Jesus go behind a Tree or something’

Then the Dingo gives out a Strangled Yelp.

And a Baby falls from its Arsehole and lands on the Ground.

 

Mawkin recognises the Baby as Hylans Son Pinnoch

The first Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

He Runs forward and picks Pinnoch up.

Whew He really could do with a Bath.

 

With Pinnoch is having a Wash in the Kitchen Sink

Mawkin looks out of the Window and notices a Shitload of

Black Crowes gathering amongst the Clouds.

39,290 Black Birds are Circling.

 

Mawkin grabs Pinnoch.

Then He goes Outside to keep an Eye on the Birds.

 

1000 of the Black Crowes has formed a Daisy Chain.

The First One is holding a Power Line.

While the rest Swoop down towards Mawkin and Pinnoch.

 

Mawkin is still holding Pinnoch.

They see the Birds coming and try to Run back into the Shack

But They don’t quite make it.

And because Pinnochs Body is still Wet

An Arc of Electricity slams into Them.

And Mawkin and Pinnoch plus the 1000 Black Crowes are Fried.

 

Mawkin and Pinnoch are thrown Forty Feet

And Land in a Weed filled Garden.

Mawkin and Pinnoch are now nothing more than your average

Garden variety Scarecrows.

Now They will guard this Garden for Eternity.

 

In Wangaratta 142,349 Females have got Morning Sickness.

How will They explain this to Their Husbands and Boyfriends.

 

Well if You wont to know the answer

Come back and Read Part Five The Finale.

 

 

Frank and Stein

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Detectives Frank Pullen and Michael Stein are Cold Case

Detectives.

They are looking for any sort of Clue that might of been

missed.

Any thread of Evidence that will bring Closure.

So that the Families of the Missing and Murdered can

find some Peace.

And have some Remains to Bury with Dignity.

 

And before You say anything

They have both heard all of the Jokes about Their Names

How when You put them together You create a Monster.

You have to have a sense of Humour when You are dealing with

sadness and misery.

Anything to solve a Case.

 

One Cold Case in particular has Them perplexed.

It is so Cold it is almost frozen.

It concerns the Murder of Ten Young Females back in 1999

 

On January 9 of that Year 18 year old Jane Sinclair  was found

Murdered up in the Hollywood Hills.

Four Inch Nails had been driven  through Her Wrists and Ankles

Pinning Her to the Ground.

 

She had been Stabbed a total of Forty Seven times.

A long Blonde Wig had been placed on Her Head.

And the Words ‘The Albino’ was cut into Her Abdomen

Plus She had been Raped brutally

 

Then on the Ninth of every Month a new Victim was found

up in the Hills.

With the same M.O The Four inch Nails the Blonde Wig the

Words ‘The Albino’

cut into her Stomach plus She was also brutally Raped.

 

The last known Victim was Named Sandra Jones Aged just

Nineteen

She was found on the 9th of October 1999.

Once again up in the Hollywood Hills.

 

Even though the Hollywood area was swamped with Police

on the Ninth of each Month.

‘The Albino’ Killer was never Apprehended.

No Evidence of any sort was ever found

No DNA Tyre Prints Semen nothing not even a lousy Finger print.

It was like the ‘Albino’ was a Ghost.

 

So for Seventeen Years the ‘Hollywood Hills’File has been

gathering Dust.

On the Cold Case Shelf.

Despite all the Years of Investigating by the Los Angeles

Homicide Division.

No Suspect was ever Interviewed.

 

But now after all of this Time

The Case is to be Re-investigated by Two of the best Cold Case

Detectives in California

Det Frank Pullen and Det Michael Stein.

Frank and Stein.

 

The first thing that they do is visit the Crime Scene

As they have a look around they find it hard to believe that ‘The Albino’

Committed all of these grisly Murders

And yet Nobody saw a thing

Tourists flock to the ‘Hollywood’ sign all Year round

Yet No One has ever come forward.

Could it be that these Murders was committed by one of their own?

 

Back at the Precinct Frank and Stein are pouring over the Crime scene

Photos

For about the Hundredth time.

All of the Victims have been Bled out.

With the Transluscent Skin and the Blonde Wig.

They all kind of look like Albinos

Is the Killer metaphorically Killing Himself?

Is the Killer an Albino?

 

As Frank and Stein go over the Old File

Frank thinks that it could be a Fellow Police Officer

While Stein thinks that it is a Local that knows the area

so well that He just blends in unnoticed

 

But as they argue back and forth

They both notice that the Crime Scenes share another

thing in common.

The Medical Examiner at every scene was Dr William Campbell

 

Frank and Stein have worked with Dr Campbell on many occasions

And He was always the complete Professional.

He did everything by the Book.

But He was also very arrogant and standoffish

They haven’t worked with Dr Campbell in a long time

Maybe He has Retired?

 

Frank calls the M.E Office and asks to Speak to Dr Campbell

And He is surprised when His call is put through

So Dr Campbell hasn’t Retired

Why haven’t they seen Him at any Crime Scenes?

 

When Dr Campbell answers Frank informs Him that He and Stein

have re-opened the ‘Hollywood Hills’ case from 1999.

Frank asks the Doctor what can He remember about the Case

And Dr Campbell says that He cant remember the Case clearly

But He will look at the Old Case File and call back in a Day or Two

 

When He arrives Home Dr Campbell is fuming.

After Seventeen Years He thought that He had got away with

committing Ten Murders.

Now that Frank and Stein are on the Case.

He knows that it is only a matter of time before they crack the Case

wide open.

 

Dr Campbell looks out of His Living Room Window.

The ‘Hollywood’ Sign is only 500 Yards away.

He has donned a long Blonde Wig

He is Naked except for a Pair of White Socks.

When You look around the Living Room everything is White

The Walls the Ceiling The Furniture The Carpet.

Everything is stark White.

Even the Television and Sound System are hidden behind a White

Cabinet.

 

He Sits on a White Leather Lounge with a Whiskey.

And He Strokes Himself as He thinks back to when He was Eighteen

 

That is when He was Diagnosed with a rare Blood Disorder.

That left Him extremely weak and pale.

People started to call Him the ‘Albino’

Everybody feel sorry for Him

He was the centre of attention.

All of the Girls liked to play with His Blonde Wig

And a whole lot more.

 

But Six Months later.

After a succession of Blood Transfusions.

He was Cured and Disease free.

He was no longer the centre of attention

The Girls no longer came around

He was now just plain William Campbell.

No One would give Him the time of Day

Why couldn’t He stay an ‘Albino’?

 

He knows that Frank and Stein will never give up until

the Case is solved.

And He cant let that happen

So Frank and Stein will have to be taken out

Gunned down in the Line of Duty?

Or Killed in a Police Pursuit?

After one last Whiskey He Retires to Bed

But He knows that He wont Sleep

 

Frank and Stein are at the Precinct first thing in the Morning

They have been searching on the Net for any Albinos that Lived

in the L A area back in 1999

And there were only Three.

But all of them were way to Young at the Time.

So they are ruled out as Suspects

 

But with some further digging they come across an Article in the

Los Angeles Chronicle on the 10th June 1999

The Story is about a Youngster Named William Campbell

Who has received Life saving Blood Transfusions.

A Photo Beneath shows William Campbell the ‘Albino’

in Hospital

 

Well well well

So Dr Campbell was once Nick Named the ‘Albino’

Why has He never mentioned this in Seventeen Years?

Time to pay the Good Doctor a visit

So they jump into a Squad Car and they race towards the

Doctors Home up in the Hills.

 

But as they get close to the Doctors House they are rammed from

behind by a large Sedan

And in the Rear view Mirror Stein can see a Person wearing a Blonde

Wig

Trying to push them off the Road

 

Frank slams on the Brakes and the Maniac swerves to avoid a Collision

And Drives right through a Guard Rail

And down a fifty foot Embankment.

His Car becomes airborne and hits the ‘H’ of the Hollywood Sign.

 

The ‘Albino’ starts to climb out of the Car

When it bursts into Flames

And He is Incinerated in the Metal Coffin

And He is Cremated at the same time

 

The ‘Hollywood Hills’ Cold Case is officially closed.

 

Rag Doll Part Two (Back From The Grave)

17 Sunday Apr 2016

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In Part One.

My Daughter brought a Rag Doll Home

It was like a little Woollen Chucky.

It tried to Kill Me by laying on My Face while I slept.

But I pulled on the Wool and it unravelled in My Hands

I scooped up all of the Wool

Dug a deep hole in My Back Yard.

And I Buried that Rag Hole Three Feet Deep

 

But in the Morning the Hole was empty

And the Rag Doll was gone

My Daughter Cindy had named that Evil Doll Ragamuffin.

 

Cindy couldn’t find Ragamuffin anywhere

She didn’t know that I had Buried that Doll of hate

I said that maybe Ragamuffin was on the School Bus

waiting for Her.

Cindy ran to the Bus and I saw Her waving at Me from the

Rear Window.

Then She held up Ragamuffin who gave Me an Evil Grin.

That Satanic Doll is now on a Bus full of Kids.

 

Now to Part Two.

I run down the middle of the Road chasing that Bus.

But it is a futile exercise.

So with no Mobile Phone I race back Home to give the

School a call.

 

But what can I say?

‘My Daughter is on the way to your School along with

plenty of other Kids’

‘Oh and on board is the Devils Rag Doll’

‘The Rag Doll from Hell’

 

The Head Mistress would think I was a Nut Case.

A real Fruit Loop.

So I put the Phone down and go to the Garage.

Maybe I can catch that Bus.

 

After about Ten Minutes I am right behind a Yellow

School Bus.

But is this the right Bus?

There are Yellow School Buses everywhere.

 

But then that little Shit Ragamuffin appears at the

Rear Window.

And gives Me an evil Smirk.

Then it bends over and gives Me the Moon.

I don’t know if You have ever seen a Rag Dolls Arse?

But it isn’t a pretty sight.

 

OK Ragamuffin so You wont to play Games

Well alright lets get it on.

The the School Bus starts to weave all over the Road.

At one stage I thought it was going to flip over.

But the Driver gets it under control.

Then it comes to a stop.

 

I race to the School Bus Door.

But it doesn’t open.

And then I can see why.

The Drivers Hands are tied to the Steering wheel with

strands of Wool.

 

But then the Door slides open and My Daughter appears.

I tell Her to come to Daddy.

But She cant because Her Feet are bound with Wool.

Then that deranged Rag Doll appears at Her Ankles.

And it yells at Me to back off.

 

I have noticed that Ragamuffin looks a bit different.

Then I realise why.

It is missing most of its Wool

I sneak a look up the Aisle.

And I can see about Thirty Five terrified Children.

All of them are tied and bound with Wool.

 

I didn’t think that one little Rag Doll could contain

so much Wool.

Then I sneak another look.

And I think that Ragamuffin has grown Taller.

And where the Wool is missing from its Chest.

I can see Armour Plating.

 

That is all I need a Rag Doll built like Robo Cop.

Then before I can do anything the Doors close.

And the Bus pulls away.

 

I race back to My Car

But by the time I can pull into Traffic.

I am confronted by Ten Yellow School Buses.

Which one do I follow?

 

I don’t know what to do.

Then I decide that the best course of action is to call

the Police.

So I dial 911 and I tell the Operator that My Daughter and Thirty

Five other Kids have been abducted by a Madman.

I don’t mention the deranged Robo Cop Rag Doll.

 

A few Minutes later about Ten Police Cars arrive at the scene.

I tell them that the Kids are on a Yellow School Bus

And that they are all tied to their Seats.

And that so far no Ransom demands have been made.

 

One of the Cops tells Me to jump in the back of His

Squad Car.

Then We are off in hot pursuit.

We come up behind a School Bus.

And Ragamuffin appears at the Back Window.

 

In the Half Hour since I last saw that Mad Hatter Rag Doll

Ragamuffin has grown a Foot taller.

IT now looks like a Rag Doll come Robo Cop come Ninja Turtle.

 

The Cop in the Front Seat mutters ‘What in the Fuck?”

So I come clean

And I tell Him all about Ragamuffin.

And how it has turned into a Feral Woollen Chucky.

 

Then the Bus pulls to the Curb.

And Ragamuffin yells out that He will talk to Me and nobody

else.

So after discussing the situation with the Police.

I am suited up in Body Armour I make My way to the Bus.

I also have a Can of Butane and a Lighter in My Pocket.

 

As soon as I reach the School Bus the Door opens

And a gruesome sight awaits Me.

The Bus Driver has been Garrotted by a strand of Wool.

His Face is a Deep Purple colour.

And He has bitten right through His Tongue.

 

Then I walk on in

And halfway down the Aisle Ragamuffin is waiting

He holds up a Hand to tell Me to stop.

And then Ragamuffin speaks ‘Your Daughter is now Mine’

‘There is no stronger bond than a Girl and Her Doll’

 

While the crazy Doll has been talking I have Inched My way

forward.

I don’t know the Range of My Homemade Flamethrower.

So I Inch even closer.

 

Then I notice My Daughter sitting Three Seats back

Her Eyes are pleading for Help

Then I remember Cindy telling Me about the Schools

Earthquake Safety Plan.

 

When a Teacher calls out ‘Drop’

All Students are to fall to the ground and crawl into a Ball

 

I have Inched even closer

Than I tell that Crazy Deranged Child Stealing Rag Doll

‘There is a stronger Bond then a Girl and Her Doll”

‘And that is the Bond between a Father and Daughter”

 

 

Then I yell out Kids ‘Drop’

And they all hit the floor at once

And for a Second that Rag Doll is distracted

And that is all I need

 

I pull the Can of Butane from My Pocket

And I light it up.

And that Rag Doll disappears in a Ball of Flames.

And it Dies without a Sound

 

All of the Kids are safe and sound

And that is all that matters.

 

Cindy has had Nightmares for about Six Months

She refused to Sleep in Her own Bed

 

And to this Day She has never owned another Doll.

 

THE END.

 

 

Bad Tongue Talking

20 Sunday Mar 2016

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As I sit in My Padded Cell.

There is nothing to do but stare at the Walls.

And wait for My Medication to take effect.

But it wont have a chance to.

Because I have been hiding the Pills up My Sleeve.

I am getting tired of this place.

It is time to get up and leave.

 

I have been Palming My Medication for about a week

now.

I feel good but bad at the same time.

Then I slip into a void.

I can hear a Bad Tongue talking

That Tongue is really wagging.

Telling Me a lot of Bad things to do.

That Bad Tongue is still nagging.

it is Time that the Cuckoo flew.

 

I arrived at this Mental Facility about Ten Years

ago now.

For committing a few Misdemeanors.

They say that I Murdered Ten People’

but I don’t remember a thing.

So My Lawyer sought an Insanity Plea.

And somehow the Judge agreed.

And He banged down His Gavel.

 

Ten Years is a long time to be locked away in the

Crazy House.

Ten Years without feeling the Sun on My Back.

Ten Years in Solitary Confinement

In this fucking Padded Cell.

Just as I start to feel better.

I step a little closer to Hell.

 

Then that Bad Tongue starts to talk to Me again.

I have never heard so many Bad Words.

Then I see a Blackboard covered in Chalk.

And what is written on that Board is an escape plan.

That Bad Tongue is whispering close to My ear.

Telling Me that soon I will be a free Man.

 

The escape plan on that imaginary Blackboard

Is now imprinted in My Brain.

There is an Orderly who works on My Floor.

And He looks a lot like Me.

His Name is Eddie McBain.

And when the time is right we will swap places.

Eddie has no idea I am about to become Him.

He hasn’t a clue of what lays ahead.

He just goes about His Business.

He is getting closer and closer to My Room.

If everything goes as planned

Eddie McBain will soon be Dead.

 

Eddie has no idea that I have been palming My Medication.

I try to look calm and mellow

To make Eddie feel at ease.

But My Mind is going in crazy circles looking for some

satisfaction.

Come on Eddie just a little closer please.

 

That Bad Tongue is still talking.

I think Someone is living in My Brain.

That Bad Tongue never has anything good to say.

It tells Me the Title of a good Book

‘A Thousand and One ways to inflict some pain.

 

Even though I don’t wont to Hear.

I listen to every Word the Bad Tongue has to say.

Then everything becomes very clear.

Today will be Eddie McBains last Day.

 

As Eddie gets close to My Door.

I slide My empty Food tray through the Slot

Acting like I wouldn’t hurt a Fly.

But I feel a lot like Hannibal Lecter

One messed up scary Guy.

 

As Eddie turns to leave.

I call out that I am not feeling well.

I really need to see the Doctor.

Fooling Eddie turns out to be an easy sell.

Because He actually opens My Door.

 

Eddie is apprehensive as He approaches My Bed.

But I do a great piece of acting.

And I tell Him that I have a bad pain in My Head.

Maybe I have a Brain Tumour?

And there is one thing I don’t tell Eddie.

And that is I have a wicked cruel sense of humour.

 

I tell Eddie that I might feel better with a couple of

Codiene.

And as He turns to the Medicine trolley.

I pounce.

I am in two minds.

Kill Him messy or Kill Him clean?

 

Well I don’t mind a bit of a mess.

So I spin Eddie around.

And bite down on His Throat.

Well Eddie struggles making a God awful sound.

Then His Blood starts to spurt spraying the Walls.

Giving it a Glossy Red Top Coat.

 

Then the Bad Tongue is talking.

‘How can you change clothes with Eddie now?”

‘They are covered in Blood and Shit”

I realise that the Bad Tongue is telling the truth

I didn’t think about that bit.

 

Then I notice Eddies Key Ring and a Foot long Baton

That Key Ring is holding about Fifty Keys

In all different shapes and sizes.

So I grab the Keys and the Baton.

If I am to escape before the Sun rises

I better get a crack on.

 

One good thing about a Mental Facility.

Is that it is not a Prison.

So while there is Security.

There are only Two Guards on each Floor.

My plan is nice and simple.

I will walk right out of the Door.

 

Then that Bad Tongue whispers in My Ear.

‘Forget about escaping Kill every Guard that You can’

He gets right in My Face.

“And then blow up the whole fucking place”

 

While I was listening to the Bad Tongue

I have been caught off guard.

By a Guard.

 

He starts to say something.

But I am on Him in a Flash.

And with a twist I snap His Neck

And I keep on twisting like His Head is an ES Light Bulb.

I keep on twisting round and round.

And then with a thud His Head hits the ground.

 

So I started walking.

And that Bad Tongue keeps on talking.

Filling My Head with more Bad Words.

I have a bit of a Dilemma

Will I carry out the Bad Tongues Murderous plan?

Or return to Bed and  be a Medicated Man?

 

I think that returning to My Room would be the better

path to follow.

If only that Bad Tongue would shut the Fuck up.

I know that I am a Violent Man.

My Heart is empty and hollow.

I just want to start taking My Meds.

And forget all about the Bad Tongues plan.

 

There isn’t much I can do about the severed Head

And Blood al over the Corridor

It would take more then a Mop and Bucket

As I turn to go back to My Room.

That Bad Tongue is still talking.

Fuck it.

 

But I block out the Bad Tongues ramblings

And I make it to My Room

My Brain is all messed up and scrambled

That Bad Tongue is like a Vocalist

Singing out of tune.

 

Eddie is still laying Dead in My Room

So I wrap Him Up in a Sheet.

And I drag m down the Hall.

I need to find a place to hide Him.

I give Him back His Keys and Baton.

And put Him in a Bathroom Stall.

 

I return to My Room

Put fresh Sheets on My Bed

God I think I am going to get away with this

That Bad Tongue has gone all silent.

I lay on My Bed acting all sweet and innocent.

 

So I start to take My Pills like I am supposed to.

And that Bad Tongue is as quiet as a Mouse.

The Bad Tongue is Tongue Tied.

I hope it is not wistful thinking.

But I think the Bad Tongue has Died.

 

Six Months later and I am still taking My Medication.

With a lot of dedication.

The Police and the Authorities are long gone.

They couldn’t pin Me for the Crime.

And that Bad tongue is still silent

Maybe it is doing Mime?

 

Even though I am taking all of My Pills

I know that deep down I am still the Violent little old Me.

And I will never rest until I am out of this place.

Footloose and fancy free.