Murderous Envy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
An envious wife has deadly plans for her cheating husband...

Submitted: March 14, 2008

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Murderous Envy
The shadow crept through the silent house quietly passing a room with two sleeping children, their chests rising and falling steadily with each breath of air they took. It stopped, momentarily rethinking what it was about to do. How could it possibly take these children’s father from them? It pushed the foolish thought from its head. It needed to do this, even wanted to. It couldn't go back now anyway, it was too far in.
It stealthily moved away from the door and resumed its prowl down the hallway to the bedroom. Once inside, the shadow slithered closer to his bed, stealing over the floor, emanating darkness with its every movement. It drifted right up next to the calm, unsuspecting, soundly sleeping man and grinned. Here was the skulking monster to take revenge on the one who had caused it so much pain. It wanted this man to feel agony like never before. Deep, excruciating, vengeful hurt. Not unlike ripping your heart out of the cavity in your chest and throwing it on the cold, hard ground.
Raising its arm, it brought the knife down and across his throat, smirking all the time. The man didn’t, couldn’t see it coming. He didn’t even wake. No last words, not even a cry of terror could escape his lips before his life was rudely ripped away from him.
The monster that robbed him of it bent down towards him, cackling with selfish pride. It roughly carved the letters JAP into his still abdomen. Leaning over, it whispered cynically in his ear, “So you never, ever forget, my sweet!” it kissed its victim’s cheek and chuckled softly. “Never!”
Stepping back into the shadow of the room it thought to itself excitedly, The deed is done!
 
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Josephine Anne Poleki sat bolt upright on the bed, gasping for breath, sweat pouring off of her face and running down her neck. She breathed deeply for a moment. Once she calmed down, she climbed out of the sinking mattress and dragged her trembling feet into the bathroom. There, she turned the sink on and splashed the water onto her pale face.
Holding up the weight of her body on trembling hands, gripping the edge of the vanity, she let the painful memories flood through her mind. Seeing her husband’s distraught face as he spoke the words she wanted least to hear; his feet dragging him away into their bedroom without so much as a backward glance; the murder scene the next day where he was found dead; the trial in which they almost prosecuted his wife for killing him in a fit of rage after finding out he’d had an affair.
“They didn’t charge me. I got off,” she whispered quietly to herself. “I’m not guilty.”
Taking a deep breath, she lay back down in the bed they used to share and fell again into a deep sleep.
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Mist hung around her legs as they carried her through the silent park. Empty, lifeless trees rose on either side of the path, looming over her like ominous foreboding pillars of despair. She could feel the pain and suffering emanating from the ground as she drew closer and closer to the graveyard. Whispers twisted around her, choking her with tales of distraught lives and gruesome deaths. Every step she took towards this eerie abode of the eternally restful made her want to turn and run. But every step dragged her further into darkness; nearer to the one she used to love who lay cold and stiff six feet under the ground, by her own doing.
 


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