The Torn Woman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young boy coping with the death of his mother begins having nightmares

Submitted: November 17, 2016

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"Dad, She's back." My son said to me from the opened doorway of my room
 
"Whose back buddy?" I ask even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer
 
"The torn woman." He said in a timid frightened tone
 
The torn woman was a a name I had become very familiar with over the past few months, my wife had passed away about a year ago and ever since then my son Jake had been having horribly bad nightmares. At first they started off very subtle, he would occasionally wake up in a panic'd sweat and come running into my room, but more often than not I would be able to calm him down quickly and get him back in bed.
 
After it persisted and began to get worse I took him to a shrink, the shrink told me it's completley normal for a six year old to experience things like this after experiencing a traumatic event. Jake had been there the night his mother was killed, he witnessed the whole thing. I had been away on a bussiness trip when a masked man broke into the house and buried an axe into my wife's head as she used her body to shield Jake. Apparantley the man had no interest in harming Jake though as he left right after murdering my wife. 
 
I can't imagine what it must have been like to witness something so terrible at such a young age, I had done my best so far to try to make things easier for Jake and attempt to understand what he was feeling but it was a very difficult thing to do. I decided it might be better if we move to a new town, he could have a new start and begin to try to forget about the horrible things he had seen. 
 
The first few weeks at the new house had been great, Jake was sleeping through the night again and he was even starting to liven up a bit. But here he was looking scared as ever and claiming that the Torn Woman was back.
 
"We've talked about this buddy, she's not real, it's just a dream and she cannot hurt you." I said as I got out of my bed and walked over to him "Lets get you back to bed"
 
"It's different this time dad, she followed me out of my dream."
 
At first Jake's nightmares were just random nonsense, but soon there started to be a consistent element in all of them, The Torn Woman. He described her as a woman with a mangled face who walked around with her hands over her ears. He said she would try to talk but her mouth was filled with blood so you couldn't understand anything she said. Just hearing him describe her to me gave me the creeps so I didn't judge him one bit for being terrified from the site of her in his nightmares. 
 
"Let's go to your room and I'll show you there's nothing in there that you need to be afraid of, ok?" I put my hand out to him
 
"Ok." Jake said relunctantley as he took my hand
 
We began to walk down the hallway to his room. This was the first time Jake had ever made the claim that the Torn Woman was in the real world. Before Jake had always accepted the fact that she was just in his nightmares, although he would obviously still be pretty shook up from the experience. Perhaps being in a new house was overwhelming him and making his fears even worse, maybe these past few weeks he had just been toughing it out in order to make me happy, he knew how badly I wanted him to get better. As we walked into Jake's room he clutched onto me
 
"I don't want to be in here dad, she's in here." he said as tears started to roll down his face
 
"Everything is fine Jake, there's no one in here." I said as I motioned around the room
 
I took Jake over to his bed and tucked him in and tried my best to calm him down. After tons of reasurance and a bedtime story he finally drifted off back to sleep. I got up from the side of his bed and headed back towards my room, as I stepped into the hall I heard quick movement from behind me.
 
"Buddy you need to go back to bed" I said as a turned around assuming Jake had gotten back up
 
But Jake was still sleeping soundly in his bed, I stood in slight shock for a second, I was so sure that I had heard someone walk up behind me. Suddenly I heard the noise again, this time it was coming from the end of the hall and it was accompanied by a quiet gurgling sound. I turned to face the sound and I saw her.
 
She was wearing a white night gown, the same one my wife had on when she was murdered. Her face was unrecognizaeble, but I still knew who it was, I knew it was my wife. She had both her hand up to her ears, she was trying to say something but her mouth was a mangled mess, blood spurted out of it with each word she attempted to say. She had a long gash down the front of her face going all the way down to her chin, right where I had buried an axe in her cheating fucking face.
 
I had felt no guilt killing her, she deserved it, she had been fucking one of my best friends and she wasn't ashamed of it one bit, she flaunted it in my face. I had purposely scheduled a business trip at a nearby town, I drove there, checked in at the hotel and then had my brother come and pick me up in the middle of the night. He swore that he wouldn't tell a soul and he never did, he owed me one for all the jams I had gotten him out of when we were kids. 
 
The plan was to kill her in her sleep, but as I entered my home that night I found her in the kitchen getting a snack, as soon as she saw me in my mask she freaked and ran to Jake's room. My only regret is that I had to kill her in front of him, but I had no choice, I had to be in and out of there as quick as possible so I took the opportunity and drove that axe down onto her head as hard as I could. It was pretty difficult to pull it back out again, it took a few good pulls before the blade thrusted out of her skull and brain.
 
Now here she was, somehow back from the grave, I couldn't move. She took a step towards me dragging her left foot as she moved forward, I looked down at her feet to see the handle of an axe postioned under her left foot. She took another step towards me and dragged the axe with her yet again, still attempting to speak, still spitting blood everywhere as she attempted to do so, and still with her hands positioned on her ears. I knew that I should run but I couldn't move.
 
She continued slowly moving towards me until she was an arms length away, staring at me with her hands on her ears whilst blood spurted from her mouth as she attempted to talk. She was so close now that the blood was starting to land on my face, but I still couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. She pulled the axe forward with her left foot and positioned it in front of herself. She slowly removed her hands from her ears, as she did her head split apart, tons of of blood began pouring out of her as both sides of he head hung freely. She kneeled down and picked up the axe, I started sweating profusely but I still couldn't move. 
 
As she stood back up I felt my knees buckle and I hit the ground landing on all fours. I tried to get back up but the best I could do was slightly sit up on my knees. I looked up at the torn woman, the woman who had once been my wife. She raised the axed above the mess that was once her head, blood still spurting everywhere. She brought the axe down as hard as she could, the last thing I saw was her eyes on both sides of her hanging face staring it me, even though they were covered in blood I could still see the joy in them. 
 
 


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