The Unburied Past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man who murdered his family recounts the horrifying events which have taken place over the week before committing suicide.

Submitted: January 25, 2015

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On a cold winter night in mid December of the year 2007, I slit the throat of my wife of 10 years. I then proceeded to cut the throat of my infant son who was asleep in his crib at the time. I stuffed their bodies into trash bags and buried them deep in the dark loneliness of a forest which was about an hour drive from where I live.

Do not ask why I did the things I did. Do not waste your time pondering over what could have possibly brought me to commit such awful crimes. For there is no reason for my actions, I did it because I wanted to. And my God, did I enjoy it. The look in her eyes as she saw the man she trusted and loved, holding her down and slowly cutting open her throat with my favorite hunting knife. It was beautiful!

I had wanted to kill my wife for the longest time, the baby wasn’t planned, he just kind of came up and so I decided I might as well kill him too. I have always had constant dark urges to kill. I can’t explain the feeling but it’s like a constant hunger which is never really satisfied. It started off with animals such as dogs or raccoons. And about 3 years ago I bashed my mother’s head in with a hammer. Nobody ever knew what happened to her though, I made sure she’d never be seen again. I hadn’t killed anyone else nor did the urge ever become overwhelming until about a year before finally deciding to murder my family.

It has been 8 years since the murder and well, things have come up which I must write about now. For after I am finished writing this, I am going to load my revolver which I have next to me on my desk right now, and I am going to blow my brains out. So listen closely to what I am about to tell you, I have no explanation for the events which have taken place starting about a week ago and leading up to this very moment. I do know that these such events are far from normal and sane. I have even began questioning my own sanity and mind, but I am sure of it now, it is not my mind, but something of the dark realms of the supernatural which I can not stand being caught in any longer. These, will be my last words.

It started one night while I was watching TV in my living room, it was about 11 P.M. and I was feeling a bit sleepy but still quite awake. I began to get a very strong feeling that I was being watched from behind. The urge grew so strong that I actually began to grow paranoid as my heart raced with fear. I didn’t turn around for I was far too paranoid and also feeling quite foolish; I did however peer into the window next to the tv and very, very quickly caught a glance of what I thought was a woman’s shadow standing behind me. It passed very quickly though and as soon as I saw it not only did the vision itself disappear, but the awful feeling of being watched left instantly. I thought nothing more of it other than my own mind playing tricks on me, I decided I was exhausted and turned off the TV to head for bed. As I slipped under the covers of my bed, I turned to the right facing the small shelf I have up against my wall. On the shelf I noticed my wife’s favorite picture of her and my son together at the beach we loved to go to every summer. I felt a bit off about it because I thought that I had put it away in a box about a 4 months before, but as I was thinking about it, I stared into the eyes of my wife and son in the picture, and I swear their eyes were staring back. The happiness on their faces somehow felt almost menacing and I quickly turned around and shut my eyes, falling to sleep quickly after.

The next two days passed with no strange events besides feelings of being watched more which would occur every now and then and last for up to 10 minutes, but I never thought much of it. However, on Wednesday night while I was at the table eating some left overs for dinner from the other night, the phone began to ring. I quickly went up to answer it but for the first like 10 seconds, there was no response. I was about to hang up when suddenly I could hear something on the phone. At first I couldn’t understand what was being said, but then suddenly the words could be heard, it was a woman’s voice...and she was singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider, but that wasn’t all. I knew this voice, it was my wife’s voice! I stood there in shock and terror as I listened to her sing, I could do nothing but stand there and listen for what must have been at least 2 minutes until she stopped singing, and the call ended leaving me standing there for another minute in complete disbelief. And then from behind me I heard a quick giggle of a baby causing me to immediately drop the phone to the floor and turn around in terror. I backed up against the wall and looked around the house for any sign of another person, but nothing could be seen or heard. After about 5 minutes of trying to calm myself down, I picked up the phone and put it back, can’t say I got much sleep that night though. I stayed up watching tv until I finally passed out at about 5 in the morning leading me to wake up at noon the next day.

The rest of Thursday passed without any events, but the phone call and the giggle never left my mind, it haunted me the rest of the day and into Friday too. But none of it would compare to what would happen that very night.

I sat at my dinner table just staring at my food, I was still shaken from what had happened and I wasn’t exactly feeling too hungry. I decided to just put my dinner back in the fridge and go to bed, I was exhausted from all the fear over the last few days and I knew I had to sleep. I suddenly woke up and turned to look at my clock which read 3:06 A.M., I turned to stare at the ceiling for what felt long but must have only been a few minutes, when suddenly I could hear footsteps coming from outside my room. I slowly sat up and stared at my closed door, listening to the steady steps which could be heard from what sounded like they were coming from the living room. I very slowly stood up and walked to my door, putting my ear against it to listen when suddenly I could hear the footsteps stop, and suddenly the silence was broken by the singing of a woman...my wife. “The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out”. I backed away from the door in horror, I didn’t know what to do but didn’t have much time to think, for as soon as I backed away from the door, it instantly flew open. It was almost as if she was calling for me to come out and pay them a visit. I didn’t see any other option, I slowly walked out of my room and turned into the living room, and what I saw made me fall to my knees and nearly scream. There, on the couch was the corpse of my wife propped up and sitting straight up with her hands in her lap. She was covered in dirt and the deep cut on her throat could be seen clearly. Her skin was pale and dress torn, but the strangest part of it was that she looked practically fresh! I murdered her 8 years ago! How could this be? And to make it worse, she had a horrible grin on her face, it was evil and sadistic and cold. Her corpse didn’t move, just sat there in place, staring straight at me.

Suddenly I heard a loud scream of a baby and I turned to see my son’s corpse crawl from around the corner of the couch! His skin was a pale blue and his eyes sunken in, and just like my wife he looked fresh. He crawled a little further and then stopped and turned to look at me. His jaw fell open and his head slowly began turning upside down as he let out a horrible moan that sent a horrible shudder down my spine. I screamed and stood up and began running out of the house. I ran into my car and started driving as fast as I could. I was going to go the spot I buried them at and I was going to see for myself that they were dead! I was going to prove to myself that they were dead! I killed them! I fucking killed them! There was no way they could this could be real! I just had to know for myself, and so I drove for an hour until I reached the forest in which they were buried. I grabbed a flashlight from my car and walked for another 30 minutes before reaching the spot I buried them which was right by a lake.

I slowly and quietly approached the area I buried them, and it wasn’t long until I finally saw the holes I had buried them in, were uncovered! I ran up and peered into them, they were fucking empty! And then out of the darkness I heard her voice, angry and dark and sad, she said to me “you did this to us!” I raised the light directly in front of me and saw her again standing by a tree, her eyes large and angry and the way she looked at me, I couldn’t take it. I screamed in anger and frustration and ran as fast as I could until I was back at the car. I drove back to my house and ran in, checking every room to make sure they weren’t in the house. Nothing could be seen. I fell down on the couch and burst into tears until I had cried myself to sleep.

It is now Saturday afternoon and I keep hearing her voice everywhere I go at every time of the day. I can’t take it anymore. I’m done. Maybe in death I will find peace and quiet, but in this world, only the darkness of my past is left here to haunt me, and I see no other way to stop it. This is my goodbye.

 
 


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