Closet Mutilator

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story about a new finding in the forests. In reality this is more of a crime, but people seem to post murders under horror so I guess that's the way it works here.
Photograph is one of my own. >;)

Submitted: June 13, 2010

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 Closet Mutilator  
“There between the shrubbery” the adolescent male pointed. The opposing child, a young female had a look of aw with what her counterpart was saying. “I thought you would like it.” His actions where indiscriminate and hasty. Waves of adrenaline seeping out of his pores, contagious to the other child.
“Come here look closer. It’s certainly amazing.” Seizing her hand and tugging her forward towards the object in the shrubs.
“I have to get going, the suns going down. Mom and dad will be so mad if I’m-. Is that, is that a body?” The excitement dissipated leaving her knees trembling and voice high pitched. Her eyes bulged and complexion drained of blood.
In front of the children lay a bloodied hand and forearm. The skin maimed with rash gouges and blood seeping out and congealing on the edges. Tiny flakes of flesh littered the ground, the more obtrusive pieces dangling from the shrub’s branches. The end of the amputated limb was hacked uneven and choppy. With an exorbitant amount of gore coagulating in the dried leaves. Solid alabaster bones, extruded from the monstrosity. The vicinity was silent except for the persistent hum of the wasps hovering over head.
“We have to tell the police, or our parents. We have to get out of here. Out of here now!”
“Shhhhh” He silenced her wavering voice. “Here look closer. There’s more.” Gesturing forward with a slight nod of his head, they stepped closer.
Dumped sporadically amidst the shrubs was a multitude of dismembered limbs. Ranging from hacked off hands and feet, to whole arms and sliced torsos. Each mutilated with little to no precision or order. Congealed gore and gelatinized muscle and flesh clung to the trees and leaves. Blood dripping down the stumps cascading to gory mayhem.
“Who could do this, why? Come, come on we have to go. I don’t want to  be here…anymore.”
“Oh lighten up what’s the hurry?” He spoke calm with a placid, serene look adorning his innocent face. Puzzlement shone bright in his eyes along with joy.
“There’s a body, a dead chopped up body!”
“Actually there’s many! Five to be exact, but you know who’s counting I’m certainly not.” Chuckling slightly he turned to face the girl.
“How would you know? Do you know who did this? Did you?!” Pointing a shaking hand accusingly to her accomplice. “You did it didn’t you? Don’t lie to me?”
His face fell, all traces of joy left. “You don’t like it?” His voice sounded small, very unlike his normally confident persona.
“You, you really did it?” Speaking more quietly she looked around. “Come on let’s go home.”
“No! I did this for you. To make you happy and you don’t like my gift.” Fuming, his face was a vivid crimson. “Your gonna leave and tell the cops. I can’t let that happen.”
“What, what are you doing?”
“Nothing… let’s go.”
Both preceded to exit the forest leaving the disarray behind. When suddenly the girl tumbled forward. Slight whimpers of pain emitted from her constricted chest. Shocks of her injury rippling through her body, sending her into violent tremors. She then fell silent, twitching faintly until she came to utter stillness.
The boy merely looked over and continued sauntering home, through the forest.  


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