The Fire Starter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Over the years I have grown disgusted with modern horror writers. They make their books so long and tedious. They focus more on the use of big words and vast descriptions and yet achieve so little! Most have never really been afraid a day in their lives but I have. I have seen true evil, experienced what it is like to be both predator and prey. For those who would call me crazy or sick they know nothing of dysfunction or pain. Like the demons I worship I have become the embodiment of these things. Why not have another taste of the evil my magic breeds?

Submitted: January 26, 2019

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"It's been weeks since its rained and the grass in my yard is starting to die!" John Thompson said over the phone.

"Look we have water restrictions in place for a reson sir. The river dried up and the ground water is running low. If we make exceptions for you, we would have to make exceptions for everyone. Don't think that your the only one who pays taxes in the state of wisconsin!" the man on the other end of the line said angrily. John did not realize it at the time but his white face was suddenly turning red with rage. 

"So why the fuck should I be taxed more for water I can't even use?" John said with growing annoyance but the man on the other end of the line had just then hung up. It was probably due to John's use of profanity or the fact he already called three times that week.

"Hello? Hello?" John asked several times before realizing the man from city hall had already hung up. Grantsburg Wisconsin was already suffering from the most recent government shut down as John himself was a city employee on the Fed's payroll. He hated being at home so long with nothing to do but watch his favorite tree die slowly.

John slamed the phone on the wall several times "Basterd!" he said to himself as he looked out his window to see birds playing in an almost dried out bath. He was so pissed off by the conversation over the phone he went to his bedroom and turned on the computer. He clicked on the internet icon and waited for the window to appear. In the address bar he typed the words "Tentacle Porn" and hit enter. He then clicked on the fourth video on the list of results.

The video was of an attractive eighteen year old asain woman being raped by somekind of sea monster that resembled a giant squid. He left his computer briefly and opened his dresser drawer. He found the half empty bottle of lubricant he purchased with the last fifteen dollars of his pay check. He sat back down at his computer and began the same lonely ritual of masterbation he engaged in everyday since he was layed off. John never cared which political party was responsible for his troubles what annoyed him most was that no one could compromise for the greater good.

After five minutes of the video he ejaculated.

"Fuck not yet! Not Yet! I need more!" he said angrily as it was over much more quickily then the last time and hardly satisfied the growing rage inside him. 

John became badly depressed. He went to bed early in the day and just lay there looking out his window at the baren landscape. Then an evil idea came to John that put a smile on his face for the first time in a month. He could start a fire that would burn the entire worthless neighborhood to the ground. It was so dry that it would not take much. All he needed was some matches and the wind would do the rest for him.

He got out of bed and went out to his white BMW siting in the driveway. He opened the front door of the passenger side and after searching for what felt like an enternity he found the book of matches he got at the gas station. He left them buried in his glove box.

As he held the matches in his hand he looked towards his own house and the nearby neighbors who had steady work in the private sector and had been gone for the day. He understood instantly where he should begin..... his own property.

"Never liked living in this shit hole anyway!" he said to himself. He went to his living room and picked up the newspaper on the couch. He struck a match and set the newspaper on fire. He quickily held his torch up to the curtain of his window and watched the fire quickily spread. He went outside and sat in his car waiting. After thirty minutes the house was completely on fire. The fire soon spread to the dying trees in his yard. After a little while his neighbors homes on either side of his property soon began to catch fire. He waited enjoying his demented crime until the fire began spreading even faster and he could hear sirens rushing down the street.

He put the keys in the ignition, started the engine and quickily drove off secure in the knowledge that his property was well insured and with the fire so out of control the law would have great difficulty figuring out who was responsible......or at least so he thought. He just simply stopped caring about right or wrong. He just enjoyed watching the entire block burn to the ground. 

As he drove down the road two police cars several fire engines and an ambulance sped down the road towards the raging fire which had now engulfed ten properties. John could see the growing inferno in his rearview mirror as headed toward Memory Lake park a few miles down the road. He grinned as he imagined setting fire to the park.

Yet as he drove a strange memory came to him from his childhood and jewish upbringing.

He began to sing.

"Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay!

 Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, then dreidel I shall play!"

 


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