The Delivery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story of a man righting a wrong against him.

Submitted: December 05, 2007

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Submitted: December 05, 2007

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The Delivery
It was a dark rainy night in late October; the Webb house sat eerily still in the shadow less night. There were no lights, no movement just stillness, but that didn’t bother Robby Jones, a delivery boy for the local market. Robby was a handsome young man in his early twenties, working his way through school. He was delivering the weekly groceries to the Webb residence, but tonight seemed a little different. He couldn’t quite put a finger on the feeling of dread or eeriness he felt, but those feelings are anything new in this haunted town. Ever since Mrs. Webb broke her leg in a car accident she would order her groceries over the internet, yet that was months ago and she continued to order online. Mrs. Webb did other things on the internet which would soon prove to be very costly. The Webb’s were not a rich family, but for the area they were well off. The family was big in to giving and accepting everyone as friends. With the giving and accepting constantly it caused some heartache for Mrs. Webb. Mr. Webb works hard for what he has. A few years ago he quit his job at the bank and ventured out to become somewhat successful in the financial consulting arena. It isn’t A.G. Edwards, but it suits him well.
On this dark and wet night, the Webb’s quiet lives were put in the spot light. As Robby approached this dark house feeling a little uneasy, he began to wonder why Mrs. Webb would order so late. It normally didn’t bother Robby to go to peoples homes and find no one there we he dropped of the groceries, they have already paid for the groceries and usually the tip was added in. Tonight, however; struck Robby in a different chord. There was something eerie about this house; it felt like death was in the air. Robby went to the door and knocked, he swung it opened with each knock. The thick wooden door creaked, in the cold dark night. The lighting and thunder startled Robby as he peered inside. Robby called out to the owners, but no answer. He walked further in the house and towards the kitchen carrying the bag of groceries, “Mrs. Webb, hello?” he called out. Were could she be, were could anyone be, it was very odd for the door to be left open like that. Even though this is a nice friendly town, in today’s age no one ever left the home unsecured. As Robby entered the dining room which connected to the kitchen the lighting lit up the pathway and revealed dark smears on the walls and floor. Robby wasn’t sure what it could be, so he shrugged it off and continued forward, becoming more terrified with every step. As he pushed the swinging door open , the thunder pounded against the walls. Robby turned and looked at the windows and then back to the kitchen. Again the lightning lit up the kitchen. It was as bright as day and Robby saw the most horrendous, horrifying thing his young eyes could have ever seen. Robby, seen what he had felt walking in to the house. At that moment in time, the thunder rattled the foundation and Robby dropped the bag of groceries. He was in such fear he turn in the direction which he came and ran out of the kitchen. Robby didn’t realize the dark smears on the walls and floor was blood.He began slipping on the wet floor, running as fast as he could he lost his footing and landed face down in a puddle. With the adrenaline flowing through his veins he jumped back up to his feet, his face covered in blood he bolted to the front door. Robby jumped off the porch in to the pouring rain, he reached in his pocket for his keys; he quickly got to his car and unlocked the doors with ease. As he sat down in the seat tried to figure out what happened. With his heart and mind racing he fumbled the keys around; he couldn’t get them in the ignition. He was yelling to himself, “Come on, Come on, damn, go in!” He looked towards the dark death house, he seen nothing, no one was chasing him no one was screaming for help, just the sound of the rain on his car. Robby began to wonder what happened; he finally inserted the key in to the ignition and started his car. He shifted the transmission in to reverse and looked in the rear view mirror and saw his fate.
A dark wet figure reached around Robby’s head and pulled it back, the sharp blade of the killer’s knife sliced through the delivery boy’s throat as he gasped his final words, but all that came from the lips of the young man were gurgles and blood bubbles. No words, no final plea for help, just the sound of death. The killer leaned back in the seat and listened to the man die, he listened for that final gasp, something to let him know he accomplished what he set out to do. The killer slowly got out of the car and walked to the house. As he approached the front door the lightning lit up the face of the madman. It was Mr. Webb, husband, philanthropist and financial guru. Why, how, what would cause him to do these evil things, what would make a man turn on his own wife and kill an innocent deliver boy?
It so happens, Mrs. Webb and Robby were not as innocent as we though. See a few weeks back, during an audit of his finances Mr. Webb discovered an increase of deliveries to his house from the grocery store, and when he checked the internet records he found personal ads for his wife. It turned out our delivery boy responded and began delivering a little more than groceries.
The moral of the story is go buy your own groceries and find a woman who isn’t married.


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