Nursery Crimes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inspired by 'Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater'.

Chapter 13 (v.1) - Vows

Submitted: April 11, 2018

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Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,

Had a wife and couldn’t keep her;

He put her in a pumpkin shell

And there he kept her very well.

 

Peter, Peter, felt a fool,

How could she be so very cruel;

He hatched a plot to make her stay

And never let her get away.

 

Vows

Peter was over-joyed when Janice agreed to be his wife. After all, he loved her very much, almost as much as he loved pumpkins. He would take care of her and she would look after him.

Had she known the extent of his obsession she might have thought twice about accepting his proposal. She might have been more cautious about making the vows to ‘love, honor and obey’. But she had no idea, was totally ignorant of the life she was walking in to.

Pumpkins! Peter grew them, tended them, nursed them to their full potential and then harvested them, to start the process all over again. And that was all he would eat. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin soup, and for a rare treat, pumpkin stew.

Janice hated them.

Eat it!” he had ordered, and after several days of nothing to eat, Janice had complied.

Not only did he expect her to eat it, he expected her to prepare it and to cook it. When they had enough ready, there was the freezer to stock up. It was a big freezer, plenty big enough to hold pumpkins AND a variety of food for Janice.

Over the months she asked, she begged, she pleaded, but he was adamant. Nothing but pumpkins would be consumed in ‘his’ house. And he would remind her of the vow that she had made, to obey him; Peter asserted that he had not said those words.

Janice tried to fulfil her vows. She spent hours and hours preparing and cooking, but she hated the stuff. Pumpkins began to inhabit her nightmares, ridiculous though it may sound. She grew thinner and thinner, hungrier and hungrier, and eventually decided that enough was enough.

She would, she decided, ‘disobey’! Janice would sneak her way in to town and have a proper meal, complete with dessert, and not a pumpkin would be in sight.

Peter caught her, way before she got to the town. He dragged her home and locked her in the shed, leaving her for days with no food, no water, until he brought her a bowl of pumpkin soup.

His supplies, she discovered, had got low. Would he have let her out otherwise? Janice could no longer pretend to herself that the life she was living was in any way normal. Peter was mad, crazy, pumpkin-obsessed, and she could not stand it a moment longer. Over and over she tried to escape; she kicked and she bit and she tried to break free. Peter would not let her go!

Did he mean it to happen? We’ll never know, but the blow with the shovel finished her off.

Now, every day he goes to the freezer to take out his day’s supply of pumpkin, and to gently kiss Janice on her frozen blue lips.

I love you,” he would say, but whether that was directed to the pumpkins or to the corpse of his wife, it would be very hard to tell.


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