Beneath the Surface

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sometimes we all go a little crazy...

Mandy stood looking down while trying to catch her breath. It was a cold night and the wind whipped around yet she stood only in shorts and a t-shirt. Pride, adrenaline and anger seethed through her as she decided what to do next.

Lifting her left hand she wiped her nose with her wrist, the knife in her hand glistened with crimson as the moon caught the steel blade. The smell of blood filled her nostrils and she licked the cool knife enjoying the taste. A noise to her right caught her attention and she jumped behind a bush. Mandy crouched watching as a young couple passed by holding hands and giggling. She released her breath when they disappeared from the park and didn’t discover the body.

It was approaching two in the morning and she needed to decide how to dispose of the corpse in front of her. She tapped her right foot on the wet grass staring at the bloody cadaver.

“I got it,” Mandy took off at a fast pace and reached her house ten minutes later. Opening the garage a smile spread across her face as the metal wheelbarrow came into view. Grabbing it she ran back to the park thankful that no one from her neighborhood woke up. Arriving back at the playground she picked up the dead man’s body and clumsily flung it in the metal container. Looking around she remained alone, her smile returned. Her eyes once blue and innocent had become dark with hatred and loathing. Yet an excitement had settled in her stomach. Mandy was unsure if it was the adrenaline from killing her husband or the fear of being caught.

“Stupid asshole, that’s what you get for thinking you can leave me for that bitch at your work.” She spit on the body as she wheeled it towards the lake. Mandy grinned knowing that the water would freeze soon and the corpse wouldn’t be discovered until spring. She made her way up the bridge and set the container down. A loose board from the railing had fallen out and she would be able to push her husband over the edge.

Mandy struggled to grip the cold lifeless being. “Jeez, for a thin guy you sure are heavy Charles.” He didn’t respond. Finally she managed to grab him by the collar of his shirt and flop him onto the wooden bridge. Huffing in exhaustion Mandy straightened herself and stood in shock as his eyes fluttered open.  Waving her hands in front of his face she was relieved that Charles was, in fact, dead.

Extending her leg Mandy went to kick the body in the water before retracting her leg, “Hmm, maybe I should say a few words.” She crossed her arms in front of her, “Dear Charles, I hope you rot in hell for cheating on me with the dumb blonde from the office. I, also, hope that it hurt when I stabbed you twelve times and that when I torture and kill Katie she begs for mercy. But don’t worry I’ll take good care of the dog.” Satisfied Mandy used the bottom of her foot to push the body into the water. She watched as the tide carried it away and smiled knowing that for the next six months, at least, she wouldn’t be caught for the deed.

Humming softly Mandy walked home with the wheelbarrow, placed it in the garage and went to clean up. The clothes were burned along with the knife and she showered to erase any blood. The dog was given a treat and put in his crate. Sighing contentedly Mandy settled into bed happy with her decision. The clock changed to three as she fell asleep dreaming of how she would kill her husband’s mistress.


Submitted: December 01, 2014

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