Writings on the wall (revised)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A tale that tells us what happens when our dark secrets just won't stay buried. A tale that warns us about crime and punishment...from beyond. Follow Mary Murdock as she struggles for survival against an opponent that is truly otherworldly.

Submitted: October 12, 2013

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Warm welcomes to all you thrill seekers and ghoul readers. The next installment of our “Tales of freak and fiction” has something new for us. It is a story of crime and punishment… from beyond. The next story teaches us about crime and punishment and that some things don’t want to stay hidden no matter how hard we tried to sweep them under the rug. There is no such thing as injustice. Everything comes out sooner… or later. And when it does you better be ready for the punishment. And punishment is a dish best served cold. The story is titled simply

 

Writings on the wall

Our story takes place in Washington. There we meet Mary Murdock, a beautiful, and successful, thirty-year old women. She was a defense lawyer by profession. She had a policy to only help victims and never to help the accused, even if they were innocent. She believed that, if they were innocent, they wouldn’t be accused. This policy got her in a conflict with her colleagues and her boss.

“You can’t keep up doing what you are doing” her boss used to warn her.

He knew that she meant well, but he also knew that his business was suffering because of this policy. She was the best lawyer his company had.

“Don’t you know about the saying ‘innocent until proven guilty’?” he asked.

“I am familiar with that saying” she said “But, as far as I am concerned, those people are guilty the second they enter the courtroom.”

It is amazing how some people can be so hypocritical. Right now she is judging all people who are accused but soon she is going to find herself on the other side of the law. As fate would have it Mary Murdock that very day will kill a man. She was driving a car when a man jumped out in front of her. She accidentally hit him and ran away. Later the police recognized her plates and arrested her for the crime of ‘hit and run’. However, since she admitted to doing the deed, she was sentenced with a fine of 10000$ and a two year parole. She was happy with this but the family of the deceased wasn’t. 

“I hope you are happy” the mother of the deceased told Marry “You killed my son and got away with it. But don’t think that you are in the clear. God sees all and you shall have a fitting punishment to your crime” she cursed Marry as the rest of her family tried to get her out of the courtroom. That night Marry couldn’t sleep. She had a terrifying nightmare.

She was driving a car. It was the same time and place as the accident. She saw a hooded man standing in her way. She tried to stop the car but she couldn’t. Just as she was about to hit him she woke up. She went to the bathroom to freshen up. This experience shook her up quiet badly. But what happened next was too terrifying.

On the bathroom mirror was written in red lipstick “MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS.”

She looked at her hands in fear and saw them covered in blood. She screamed and tried to wash it out. She washed once, it didn’t work. She washed again and again but it had no effect. She screamed again and ran out of the bathroom. She sat on her bed crying and holding her head down in shock. Shocked and in fear she glanced one more time at her hands. They weren’t bloody anymore.

“This is weird” she thought to herself “I could have sworn that my hands were bloody.” She went to the bathroom again. On the mirror there was nothing now. She thought she was loosing her mind.

The next morning she made an appointment with her psychiatrist Max Rowling. He was her best friend and was very surprised to see her as one of his patients.

“Marry? What are you doing here?” he asked her, puzzled by her appearance in his office.

“You are the best psychiatrist I know” she said “And I need your help.”

“Alright, I will help you. Tell me your problem. I am all ears” he told her comfortingly.

“Remember the nightmare I told you?” she asked him.

“I do. Did you have it again?” he asked her.

“Yes, but that’s not why I came in here. After that nightmare I went to the bathroom to freshen up. And on my bathroom mirror was written ‘my blood is on your hands’ and there really was blood on my hands. I ran out and the blood, and the writing, just disappeared” she explained.

She was shaking so hard that she almost spilled the coffee she was drinking.

Max told her “These hallucinations are obviously a sign of your guilty conscious speaking to you. You have to realize that what happened wasn’t your fault. You have to remember that he jumped in front of you. It wasn’t your decision to kill him. It was just a weird turn of events” he tried to explain.

She felt a little better after this so she said “Thank you for the talk. I feel much better” and tried to give him some money.

He refused it and said “I couldn’t take your money. You are my dear friend and this was, as far as I am concerned, just a friendly talk.”

She left his office feeling much better then before. But when she arrived at home something disgusting was waiting for her.

There was blood all over her apartment and on the walls was written in blood “Don’t think you are going to get rid of me that easily. A punishment must be dealt for the crime you committed. You can’t run. You can’t hide. You can only DIE! Tooth for a tooth and a life for a life.”

She screamed with terror and ran out of the apartment.

“Help me officer!” she yelled to the police officer on the street.

“What is the matter, madam?” he asked her confused by all this commotion. She didn’t say anything, but dragged him back to her place.  The policeman was confused about this and asked her what she was doing.

She only replied “Come with me and you’ll find out”.

She dragged him back to her house. But to her surprise there was nothing. There was no blood on the floor, the wall or anywhere else.

“I don’t understand. There was blood everywhere. I just don’t understand” she said as she maniacally searched the room for any traces of blood.

The policeman was a little frightened by this situation so he decided to leave as fast as he could. Before he left he told he “Look, lady, there is nothing in your house that is unusual. I can see that you obviously have some problems and I would advise that you see a shrink about that. I can’t help you with your imaginary problems. Goodbye”.

“I am not crazy!” she screamed out of the hallway as the policeman was leaving, quickly.

She stood in her apartment. She was alone again. She approached the wall and touched. The wall was dry. Nothing was written on it.

“Maybe I am going crazy” she said and sat on her bed holding her head. She was confused. She couldn’t tell anymore what’s real, and what fiction is. Everything was falling apart. Covered with these dark thoughts she started to fall into sleep.

She dreamt the same nightmare as she had dreamed from the accident. But this time something had changed.

This time the hooded man was the one behind the wheel. She was standing in the middle of the street. She tried to run but she couldn’t. She was stuck in the place as the car was approaching her. Moments before the car hit her she saw the face of the hooded man. His face was bloody and deformed from the time she hit him with her car. But it even with all that blood and deformation of his face she could still see that it was the same man she murdered. She screamed as the car came towards with incredible speed. She braced for impact and… she woke up.

She was screaming and gasped for air. Terrified from her dream she went to the kitchen.  She opened the fridge door and took out a carton of milk. Her hand was shaking as she poured the milk inside her glass. She was in a state of complete fear. Slowly, Mary drank the milk. Every swallow was hard. She felt like she was drinking razors and not milk. All a while, an unsafe feeling crept up to her. The fear in her heart was growing larger and larger every second that passed. She felt that she was not alone in the house. It was the middle of night and the whole house was enveloped into darkness. But her house was full of windows so the moonlight gave a good vision of it.

She went back to her bedroom in hope that she will finally get some sleep. She didn’t even realize that the true nightmare is only getting started.

As she approached her bedroom she sensed that she was followed. After some time she turned around and shrieked. Only few feet’s away from her was standing a man in a black hood.

She asked in fear “Who are you and how did you get into my house?” but he didn’t reply.

Instead he only said “Revenge will be served!” and moved slowly towards her.

He pulled out a big butcher knife out of his jacket. She shrieked once again and ran into the bedroom.

The game of cat and mice began as he chased her around the bedroom. She managed to escape him and ran through the house as she was being chased by this maniac. She tried to defend herself by throwing things at him, but nothing worked.

Finally she tried to run out of the house but the hooded man caught her.

He tried to tackle her, but Mary was stronger and she overpowered him. In this battle she removed his hood and saw his bloody and deformed face. It was the same face she saw in her dream earlier. The man putted his hood back and charged at her. This time he stabbed her right through the stomach. She fell down in pain watching as the man disappeared. She looked down at the floor and closed her eyes.

The blood formed letters on the floor which said “The deed has been done and the punishment has been served”. In a few hours the police arrived to her house.

The neighbors heard some screaming from that house and got suspicious. The police knocked on the door. There was no reply so they broke the door down. The second they entered they noticed her body. She was pale, her eyes were wide open and she had the expression of fear on her face. They looked at her and decide that it was a case of a heart failure. The autopsy proved this theory. But they never found out what exactly happened in this house.

 

The case of Mary Murdock to the police remained as a case of a nervous break down. Her death, to them, wasn’t violent at all. But we know the truth, don’t we? We know that something happened that night. We can’t be sure what exactly it is, but we know one thing for sure. We know now that any crime will find a suitable punishment. Everything has its price and we should think twice before doing something. The case of Mary Murdock serves us as an example of that. A bloody goodbye to you reader as we sign off our story of crime and punishment…from beyond.


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