Achluophobia

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

Chapter 5 (v.1) - Awakening

Submitted: August 21, 2012

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I walked through the shadows of the main hallway being as quiet as I could, practice makes perfect I always say. I could hear slight footfalls and I stopped as the cleanup crew, consisting of that weirdo Dennis, removed all the crap and my handiwork from the previous night on a trolley and placed her into the cold room. I watched him as he left and slowly walked into the dark cold space that was filled with the remnants of a life that once was. I wish I had my lipstick on me but hey you can’t have your cake and eat it sometimes. I mean who else gets to murder a pretty girl and then visit her after wards so you can see your own handiwork as a still life of perfection. I peered through the doorway and saw that pervert touching my beautiful artwork, running his hands all over her smooth cold skin, her face a picture of pure white as if all the color was removed from a digital pic with a yellow hue just showing through. Damn I wish I had my lipstick on me, she would be such a beautiful willing participant and the contrast from that white skin to my ruby red lipstick. A shudder ran up my spine as my testicles tightened as I moved in behind Dennis as he was molesting my dead love. I called him a pervert, and as he turned to leave I could see the effect my dead princess had on his groin and mocked him for it. He sped past me after covering her up and ran out towards the doctors’ offices where I heard a door slam and him muttering to himself. I moved to the table and pulled the sheet back and drank in the aftereffects of my work. She was so beautiful and yet I did not know her name, I looked at her hands and withdrew my trusty pocket knife and scraped under her nails to remove any residual me that may be on them. I knew I had all the time in the world and finished the job properly, placed her hands back, lent in and kissed her gently on the forehead as I pulled the sheet up and over her face as a slow hiss of gas escaping from her body filled the silence.

I finished my rounds and sat back until ten thirty rolled on by and then I went to see my battered friend in the boot of my car. Using a gurney from the op rooms I rolled the heavy bundle onto the mobile table and off I went down to the furnace. I whistled as I walked the halls knowing that I was safe as there would be no one here now until Six A.M. at change over. The lift carried me down into the depths once more and I relished in the half light moving toward the oven, the smell of death and excreta strong as a few holes let the stewing eco system out into the air. You gotta love automatic ovens that can burn hot enough to turn a human into a pile of ashes within a few minutes. I loaded the bag onto the loading table and I caught a glimpse of what looked like an eye staring at me so I blew a kiss and waved bye, bye to my friend as he made his slow journey into the cremation section of the furnace, along with any and all evidence and clothing that I had accumulated. The viewing window was aflame in seconds after I hit the switch to seal the area, the plastic split silently and spilled the remains onto the metal surface dissolving and causing the bodily fluids to bubble in a vapor that went up through the air filters before it hit the outside vents. Such a satisfying day it was!

Dennis watched as the security guard fiddled with the boot of his car, he should have been at home but the night was so nice and quiet he sat and smoked a cigarette, a couple in fact as he sat in his black Holden Calais. The car was not new but still held up well and did what it was required and was reasonably reliable. Nothing like the brand new Ford G6 FPV the security guy was driving, “Why don’t I know his name” I thought to myself now taking control of the unfolding events in my own mind. I slumped down and watched him slide a pile of something onto a gurney, my mind raced but the shape was all wrong a human has shape and this was just a bag of something probably old clothes and shit, but it was heavy gauging in the effort he used to roll the item on the portable table. He started whistling as he locked the car and pushed the gurney back inside to I assume dispose of his bundle.

Not feeling tired I waited for him to move back inside before a flicked my butt in the bushes and I made for the “Griffins Head” in the city it was only a short drive down South Terrace and on to Poultney street and I would have a cold beer in my hand. As I drove I listened to the dulcet tunes of Triple M bagging out a Bon Jovi classic, ‘Living on a prayer’, my mind drifted back to the porcelain princess and I realized something that I had only fantasized about now for years I wanted one for myself!

 

Mercedes and Liam arrived at Hogs breath and she was dressed to kill a tight pair of jeans, killer ankle boots and a red blouse that had a hint of transparency in the right light. Her hair was tousled just right and full with a slight twist curl that fell effortlessly across her face, but in no way diminished her huge smile. All eyes were on her as they entered; “Good evening table for two” a waitress said to Liam as they walked up to the dining area. “Yes please” he replied and they were shown to their table. Once they had settled down and ordered drinks Liam looked at her quizzically! “You went shopping didn’t you? Ah that explains the smile” he looked her up and down not noticing anything new on her. “What was it a bag, Shoes? More jeans?” he said with a huge grin now taking over his chiseled face. Shoes she said in a flurry of self indulgence but they are for going out in”. “So what do you call this” Liam said now making a frowny face. She didn’t mind because at six feet four inches tall and built like a Greek god he was still a handsome specimen, when he is naked it’s like studying a marble statue every visible muscle defined and toned and as strong as an ox. She loved him for his brain but also his looks, and what that boy could do with his tongue well she never will tell. “Ok so yes I did get some shoes and I have to tell you they are to die for!........and if you’re a good boy I just might let you see them later.” She finished with a wink. “So have you heard how Gavin is after his run in with Jules Lee” Liam asked. “I think he’s fine but his ego took a bigger battering than him at the hospital when he had to answer questions about how it happened.” She replied.

 

The conversation drifted in and out as the meals were consumed, love those curly fries. I drifted off at one stage remembering the encounter that morning with the black Ford, and how creepy it made me feel. “You ok babe” Liam asked me. “Yeah I was just remembering a car this morning at the gym it was nothing but….I swear someone was in there looking at me.” I replied in a cold voice. “Did you get the plates” he replied in such a boy way. “No I did not get the plates I am not 007.” I said as I hit him with my napkin. I then for some reason thought of the guy at the counter this morning he was so angelic almost androgynous in his features, so well defined yet smooth and those eyes so, well sexy.

Dennis ordered another drink and it was his last as it was now getting upward of twelve am. The last drink was a Jack’s straight up with just a hint of ice. He noticed the blonde at the bar and she noticed him. “Wanna buy me a drink big boy” she said as she smiled at me. Before I could say no she was wandering over to where I was seated. “Hi I’m Jasmine” she said holding out her hand. “Dennis” I replied shaking her lithe hand softly. “Dennis hey how would you like to take me home with you tonight? and I won’t charge you full price coz it’s getting late, or should I say early” she concluded. My crotch jumped as she leant in and her ample breasts teased the blood to my penis. I thought about that beautiful doll on the metal table and said. “Ok let’s go now before I change my mind.” I grabbed her arm and I whisked her outside to my car, all the time all she could do was tell me the price. I nodded and said fine let’s just stop at an ATM machine for some cash and she could have her three hundred bucks and a hot shower. She just went on and on and as she went to open the door of the car I stopped her turned her around and went to kiss her my head in a flurry of emotions and my heart was now commanding my ears as that’s all I could hear. She pushed me away and said kissing is extra. “so I can stick my cock in any orifice I like but I can’t get a kiss” I spat at her my heart racing. “Ok I want to go now” and she started to push past me. I grabbed her hair and as she swung back towards me I hit her as hard as I could once twice three times. She went down and before she could hit the ground I grabbed her and stuffed her in the car and placed the seat belt on her. Calm over took me and I went to the glove box and found the gaffer tape, I bound her hands and feet and placed a piece over her mouth, careful not to get it on her nose. She started to stir so I hit her again, “Now who’s in charge bitch.” I said to her as I drove home with my prize.


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