Mr and Mrs Dead

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
a newlywed couple go through certain circumstances at a cemetery.

Submitted: February 03, 2010

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He walked through the cemetery with his one hand in his pocket. He stopped and fell on his knees with his head down. Memories ran through his mind. The thought of it made him want to vomit. Why had he done it? They were newlyweds. He couldn’t find an answer. He didn’t know what to do. He looked down regretting all he had done. The rush of moment had made him commit an unspeakable crime. Only feet away, there she stood. Watching him like a beast watches its prey waiting for the moment to strike.
“Why!”-he shouted-“WHY!”
 He looked to the sky and shouted again-“Couldn’t you stop me!” He cried. He hadn’t cry since his mother died when he only a teenage boy.
He remained on his knees. In a blink of an eye, she was standing right behind him. “Why did you do this?”-she asked. He remained still and she just stared into the blank. She didn’t want to look at him. He couldn’t see her, hear her, or feel her. He had too much on his head. He stood up and walked. He walked to the place where it all had happened. He remembered everything. They were a happy couple.
 
 
He had her lay on top of a tombstone. She laid there not knowing what he was going to do. “What are you going to do?”-she asked playfully
“Be quiet”-he said seriously, but she wouldn’t listen and kept talking. He leaned over and kissed her so she could shut up. She smiled.
“You dirty boy!”-She said.-“Right here? I feel like all the dead people are watching us”
“I assure you nobody is watching”-he said. He smiled and looked around to make sure there was actually nobody around.
He thought of this marriage. Would it ever workout? He wondered. They had so many differences. He wanted kids now. She wanted to wait. He liked politics, she hated it. Why did we get married? He wondered. It had only been a couple of hours since they had gotten married, and he was already regretting it.  They were still on their wedding clothes. They hadn’t stopped anywhere. They drove away from the reception, on their way to the airport, but he wanted to stop here. She didn’t know why? She remained quietly just laying there. They kissed again.
The ceremony had been nice. It was only their family and a couple of friends. They didn’t get to even have their first dance, with all the rush of attending the guest and everything they had to do. They didn’t get to do anything. That’s why without anyone noticing, they left the reception without saying anything. In the car they talked then they he turned on the radio. She turned it off. “I don’t feel like listening to music”-she said-“Sorry, So umm, where are we going?” He was pissed off, but he didn’t show it. “It’s as surprise he said as he faked a smile. She bought it and smiled back.
 
After making out for a couple of minutes she pushed his faced off of hers.
“You know, your dad was a real dick, today”-she said. His face showed anger.
“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?!”-he screamed angrily-“That’s the way the guy is!”
“Yeah, now I know where you get it from!”-she yelled back.
“Oh, well why the fuck are you here then?!”-he yelled at the top of his lungs.
She felt offended. “I don’t know why I married you in the first place!”
“Whatever! Go back to your perfect family okay?”-he screamed as she stood up.
She slapped him across the face, and as soon as she had done that you could tell she had regretted it. His face turned red out of anger. He pushed her back onto the tombstone. She hit her head and started bleeding. He laid her on top of the big stone. He reached into his pocket. “I’m really sorry!”- she cried. He did not listen. He pulled out a knife. He had been waiting for this moment for long enough. Her personality and everything about her annoyed him. The only reason he got married was because he wanted his dad to see him get married before he died. His dad was old and he was an alcoholic. Everyone knew he didn’t have many years left. During the ceremony, drunk, he had called his son’s wife a whore. He didn’t do anything about it, because he completely agreed with his dad.
She looked at him in shock. “No, please no!”-she cried out-“I’m really sorry”. He stabbed her mercilessly. He had murdered his wife. She bled relentlessly. The anger that his faced had showed only seconds before had turned into pleasure. He continued stabbing her but now with a smile on his face. The gentleman that he was considered had turned into a merciless murderer. He raised the bloody knife to the sky and looked at it smiling. He then dropped it.  
He was broken on the inside, after remembering all of this. He couldn’t take it anymore. There she stood looking at her corpse. She then looked up and looked at him. She walked towards him and whispered into his ear. “Don’t do it”-she said softly. He couldn’t hear her, but he felt her presence there. He fell on his knees as her corpse laid there motionless. Her soul stood behind him. He looked up-“I’m sorry. I hope that now we can be together.”-he whispered. He held the knife against his throat. He thrust the knife through his throat, dying almost instantly. She stood quietly behind him witnessing all of this. She moved away and then she couldn’t be seen.
His soul rose out of his body. He wondered through the cemetery looking for his beloved. He wondered and wondered. She had been standing by the corpses. He moved quickly towards her. She looked at him and then looked at the bodies. “I’m sorry”-he said. She kissed him. “I forgive you.”- she said softly. “Perhaps, we can start again. They say death is just a new beginning” He kissed her. “I hope they’re right. They walked away and vanished in the distance. Fog covered the cemetery as the sun set down. The darkness reigned the night of the abandoned cemetery until the dead rose from their tombs, and then the night had just begun.


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