Till Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A guy starts to have a problem with his wife then deals with her

Submitted: May 29, 2008

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Submitted: May 29, 2008



Till Death
She was such a neat-freak. Everything in the house had a place. Dirt and dust were not welcome things. Books, magazines, and even the cloths were in alphabetical order. Every tiny piece of decoration had its own spot. Nothing could be disturbed without her knowing. One time one of the figurines on the mantel had been put back just a hair out of place, and she had come home and hit the roof. Nothing was safe from her critical eye.
Their vow had been till death do us part. But he could not take it anymore. After many counseling sessions and therapy groups, nothing had changed. The cheating, lying, and numerous other things had stayed the same. His hatred of his wife had grown until he could not take it anymore. It was true that he still loved her, but how could he live with such a monster.
Harrison Stone looked out the window at the beautiful spring day. The neat garden was just outside the kitchen window. Just beyond it was the lawn that looked like a golf course, clipped to an even height. No weed would ever raise its ugly head in the yard. It made Harrison sick. He wanted to run out there and tare the garden and yard up.
He turned off the faucet and dirked the knife that he had just cleaned, and then he hung it back on the rack. He slowly surveyed the kitchen. Tiny red dots were on every surface, even the wallpaper with little pink flowers (how he hated that wallpaper).
He let the water drain out of the sink, then filled it with clean soapy water. Then he went over to the wall and started working on the little red dots.
The work was progressing smoothly until there was a knock on the door. Harrison looked up to see the smiling face of his next door neighbor, Mrs. Kipper, peering in through the kitchen door’s window. He walked over to the sink and dropped the sponge he was holding into the water. It sent pink soap splashing on his arm. He did not even notice it.
Harrison wondered what Mrs. Kipper could want. She had a reputation for being one of the nosiest people in town. She had a nasty habit of turning up where she was not wanted.
He slowly walked to the door like he was in a dream. The thumb bolt of the door seemed to be evading his hand somewhat as he fumbled several time to reach it. Finally his hand made contact with the target and he opened the door.
“Can I help you, Mrs. Kipper?” asked Harrison, in a voice that seemed to be coming from a galaxy far, far away.
Mrs. Kipper stood there opening and closing her mouth like a fish. She saw that Harrison Stone was covered in red and things that looked like hunks of meat. She was not sure what was going on.
“Can I borrow a cup of sugar?” she asked, thrusting her measuring cup at him like a dagger.
He looked down at the cup, and then gently took it from her. Then he turned back to the kitchen, quickly closing the door behind him.
When he came back with the sugar, Mrs. Kipper had that fish look back on her face.
“Here you go,” he said, then handed the cup back to her.
She fled from him.
Harrison gave her a weird look, and then slowly shut the door. He turned around and gazed at the gore covered kitchen. The mess that he had created did not faze him one bit. He went over to the sink and fished the sponge out of the water, then went back to work on the wall that was smeared a weird pink color.
Janet Kipper stumbled through the hedge that separated the Stone property for the Kipper property. She was an ash-grey color. She could not believe what she had just seen at the Stone’s house.
She walked into her kitchen and saw her husband, Delbert, sitting at the kitchen table eating his lunch. She made a funny noise and he looked up at her. When he saw her terrified look, he quickly rushed toward her. She collapsed in his arms, knocking the cup of sugar to the floor. Delbert carefully propped her up in a kitchen chair.
Delbert got a towel from the back of the basement door, and then soaked it with cold water. He placed it on Janet’s head. When the cold water touched her skin, she started to regain her senses.
“Call the police,” she said weakly.
Delbert quickly called the station. They sent someone right over.
“Could you tell me again what you saw?” asked the chief of police calmly.
He had already asked her to repeat it twice. He just wanted to make sure he had everything right.
“I went next door o get a cup of sugar. I would see he had been doing something in the kitchen, but I could not see him very well. I knocked on the door and he answered. When he opened the door I could see that he was covered in blood. Kt kitchen also looked like it was covered too.” said Mrs. Kipper in a really shaky voice.
Delbert and Chief Bowman gave each other strange looks. Harrison Stone was a well respected member of the community. He had never broken any laws or gotten a speeding ticket.
“I’ll go and check everything out. Delbert, you keep an eye on her,” said Bowman.
Bowman rounded up several of his men who were taking statements from the other neighbors. He then positioned then around the house. Bowman wanted to make sure Harrison did not run, then he went to the kitchen door and knocked.
Harrison had just gotten started on a new patch of the kitchen wall when another knock came on the door. He would never get this job done unless the interruptions stopped. 
He started toward the door, and then he stopped. Outside was the pleasant smiling face of the chief of police. Harrison slowly walked to the door with a scowl on his face. Then he slowly turned the bolt and cracked the door an inch.
When Harrison opened the door Bowman got a whiff o a very nasty smell. It was like the rotting flesh of road kill on a hot day.
From what bowman could see of Harrison, the poor guy was covered in blood. Also the part of the kitchen that he could see was also likewise covered.
“Mr. Stone, may I come in?” asked Bowman as he flashed his badge.
Harrison looked at the badge for a moment, and then opened the door only wide enough to let Bowman in.
Bowman started to open and close his mouth like Mrs. Kipper had earlier, and then stopped. It was obvious that Harrison had no idea what he was standing in the middle of.
Blood, internal organs, and body parts were scattered about the kitchen. The walls were splattered with blood. The floor was turning a red hue from all the foot traffic to and from the sink. And stuck to the front of the refrigerator like some morbid magnet was on glaring eye ball.
Harrison apparently did not see any of this. He walked over to the sink that was full of pink soapy water and pulled out a sponge.
“I hope you don’t mind if I work. I have to have this cleaned up before my wife gets home,” said Harrison, then he walked over to the wall and started working on a spot.
“Mr. Stone, please come away from the wall.”
When Harrison did not respond, Bowman turned to the door to call for his back up.
When the two deputies entered the kitchen they could not believe their eyes. One of them quickly ducked back out the door.
Bowman and his remaining deputy walked over to Harrison, who was still cleaning the wall, and snapped handcuffs on him as Bowman read him his rites.
“That was sure a terrifying dream,” said Delbert, as he took a sip of coffee.
“Yeah,” said Harrison, “I hope I never have that one again.”
They were sitting in Harrison’s kitchen that smelled strongly of cleaning fluid.

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