Hans and Franz Grim, two twin German brothers were once world famous chefs. They were the Rock stars of the restaurant industry. For a entire decade the were the face of fine dining. But as fame has a way of doing, it quickly slipped away from them in allegations of sexual harassment, embezzlement and whispers of kinky fetishes, till the brothers were shamed back to their fathers butcher shopfront. No one herd from them for years. Then one day the open sign appeared in the window of their little butcher shopfront. They opened the shop again selling their exotic Blot wurst sausages to a select clientele over the internet. for a few years all seemed well for the brothers . Then a spattering of missing local homeless people caught the eye of the law. After that all hell broke lose in the lives of the brothers Grim.
After the investigation in to the disappearances of the homeless men began the police followed the evidence back to a community homeless shelter where the missing men had been staying , the homeless shelter was quickly shown to be a front for a blood farm that fed a local blood bank. The blood bank had been using the homeless from shelter located next to it as livestock. The seven homeless men that went missing from the shelter disappeared after there daily appointment at the blood bank. After the blood bank was shut down the investigation took a bizarre twist when it was found that the blood bank had been selling its supply of fresh blood to the Grim brothers in a fiendish scheme to mass produce blood sausages made with human blood collected form the blood bank.
The two men, had been working out of their small shopfront located in a crowed shopping district only few moments away from the blood bank and the homeless shelter. They had been using the shop front as grotesque factory for making their specialty Blot wurst sausage. Using the blood collected from the blood bank they produced mass amounts of their popular sausage which then they sold all over the world. They learned of the recipe for the sausage from their father who had run the shop all his life . The father had kept the recipe secret till his death. On his death bed he gave his sons his privet book of recipes.
Their father's recipe for the traditional Blot wurst sausage called for beef's blood, onions, bacon, spices and breadcrumbs. The recipe told the cook to make sure the blood is fresh and the bacon cubes diced finely with a nice proportion of fat to lean. Not use too many breadcrumbs but if the blood starts to curdle stir in a teaspoon of wine vinegar. The brothers also started out using beef's blood but the demand for their product grew. That demanded they find a closer source of fresh blood because the slaughter house that they got the blood from was on the outskirts of town and by the time they got the blood back to the shop most of the supply was useless for the recipe.
Other then the sausages the brothers did small specialty orders in exotic meats during the brothers murder trial there was many allegations of secret online auctions for exotic meats of many endangered or rare animals and it was believed that the homeless men were butchered and sold for their meat on one of these secret online auctions. The brothers were arrested and put on trail for the murder of the seven homeless men. They became media sensations again but only this time they came to be known as the sick and demented Brothers Grim.
During the trial it came out that they had blackmailed the blood banks lab director with images of him engaged in illegal sex acts with minors. And that the three of them hatched up a scheme to supply the brothers with a constant flow of raw material. The man who ran the homeless shelter was scammed into believing that he was helping out society and earning the people under his care a bit of cash by having them all give blood daily. He was the one who originally set the police onto the missing homeless men when the last man went missing. When the police had searched the house of the brothers they found in the basement very large antique butchers blocks and a large assortment of cutlery that were believed to been used to butcher the homeless men.
Monday, July 12, 2010
A HOUSE IN THE NIGHT
There sits this house on a dark street where something evil was spawned and ran a mock among the living. It looks like any other quiet house in a quite neighborhood.
On the gate in the front fence this house there is a wood sign. Painted in big red letters on it is 225 Hillside. Why they named the street Hillside when there are no gosh darn hills around this storyteller will never know.
But what I do know is the story of this house and the events that happened here. They are dark and filled with much sadness. So sit back and let me tell you the story of the events and people surrounding this unremarkable looking house that has one remarkable history.
This house stands and probably will always stand as a monument to the emotional havoc and horrific pain that living beings can endure. While others lived out their full lives, a unlucky few had the misfortune to be sucked into this house's history, and were only able to live a short time on this earthly realm. There lives were ended short by shocking and horrid events. Some with such gory details that one must try not to speak of them as to ward off bad luck.
You wouldn't think that this empty old house. Keeping its own silent vigil on its corner of a darkened street. On one side of the house, a street ends at a metal barrier that separates the road from a bit of brush. There is a small creek running throw it that runs along the back fences and of all the house on the street. This bit of brush separates the houses on the block from a school yard.
Surrounded by other houses of similar size, the house does not much pop out of the back ground. Its only when you dig into its past, that you believe this place could be a place where horrific acts may have been done in magical rites to old gods. Sitting there in the dark with only a single street light to illuminate its yard, it looks like it would not be such a bad place to live. If you were to stand in front of that house on some quiet night it wouldn't appear to be that creepy at all. Sitting there in the quiet night just like any other family home gone to bed for the night, but its not a happy home. Its the birth place and home to a demon that caused much havoc to those it came in contact with.
It started out as just a lovely small farmhouse house on a nice size piece of land. No other houses around for a mile or so, just out side a small budding town. As the town prospered the farm died off and the land and the house it self was swallowed up by the town. This peaceful little farm was gobbled up leaving the house just one among many. As the town grew up and out, a large section of the farm land surrounding the house was bought by the local school board to build a new school. The rest of the land was sold to local developers that built up the neighborhoods around it, till there was nothing left but the house with a fair size backyard sitting on a corner with a dead end street on its one side.
The house it self never changed much. A few fresh coats of paint, a new porch, but no major renovations ever took place. It's haunted past and strange happenings were always quickly and quietly swept away. The reason for all this secrecy around the house and what happened there was because of one particular owner. He become a infamous town legend and the the house along with him. That owner who first brought forth a demon into this cursed place, begins this story of death and secrets.
His name was John J Jacob. Jacob's was arrested and put on trial for murder when he was found living with the remains of his family in his small house on the edge of town. To those few that had know him while he worked as a local farm hand, he appeared to be a quiet, but likeable man. Living with his young family, in the nice little house on the edge of town. Then one day he and his family just stopped showing up in town. The towns people began to wonder where they had gone. There were rumors of infidelity and strange happenings going on at the house, but that was drunken talk of the old timer in town. Told in tall tales at the local bar to earn a free beer. Once the police had found out what happened at the house, he was arrested and put on trial. He was later found guilty of the murder of his wife,son and daughter and sentenced to death.
During the trial, Jacob's legal claim was insanity, but he maintained he wasn't guilty. That it was the demon living in his house that had possessed him and murdered his wife, his teenage son and young daughter. It came out during the police investigation and his trial, that part of his family's remains were found placed on alters in separate rooms of the house. What was left of his wife's body was found in the root cellar in the basement. In the testimony Jacob gave at his trial he stated the demon had driving him mad and taken possession of him. Under the demons control he had placed his wife's body there for preservation. To the shock of those sitting in the court room, he also testified, that while he was possessed by the demon, it made him take out his wife rotting corpse, for the demon's sexual gratification, on his wedding anniversary. He said the demon made him defile his wife's corpse in a ritual violation. A police officer later testified that they found the wife's head on a alter in the master bedroom.
While the police were searching the house they found Jacob's daughters room left completely alone. With a thick layer of dust over every thing, it looked like the young girl who had lived in that room had just left it one morning and never came back. Until they found her body that is. Her body was found prepared carefully in some sort of mummification to preserve her. She was wrapped in strips of bedsheets and laid out on her bed. During the only interview John J Jacob ever gave to the press shortly before his trial, he was asked why his daughter's head had been found underneath the shed out back. He claimed he had a dream were she told him that she should stand guard for him and help keep the demon from escaping. He buried her head in a ritual manner so that the demon in his house would be kept locked away.
The boys bones were found in a heap on the lower bunk of a bed in another room. His scull was never found. Later found in diaries kept by a local priest, was the written account of what was said to the priest by Jacob before his execution. In it he claims that Jacobs told him that the demon and eaten his boy as away to get back at him for some act it had not liked. He also confessed that he had broken free from the demon's influence and was using his family's remains as talismans. In what he believed was a battle to keep the demon locked away in the house.
No one knows exactly how long Jacob lived in the house with the remains of his family but records show that he officially owned the house for 10 years. There is much speculation and debate about Jacob and his life before he and his family moved into the house. There is rumors that Jacob may even have had access to the house and land before his official ownership of the property. But that is only more stories . What is know of the early life of John J Jacob is hidden in old shadows.
He was believed to be born in Alaska. To a native woman of the night and a drunk of a father. Abandoned by both his parents at a young age it appears he was mostly raised by a church going grandmother. At the age of 18 he moves away and the next time he pops up, he is in Hell Michigan. In police reports of the time their was found record of a domestic dispute call. One J. Jacob twenty one years of age was arrested at a local sleazy hotel for beating a native woman. Spent one evening in jail and was set free the next day.
No other official early record of him is ever found but we know other facts from people who claim to knew him personally. It is though these people that we can know That from a young age Jacobs was interested in black magick and the occult. At the age of twenty five, he joins a close nitted occult group. He is well accepted among the group and gets deeply involved in their community. After spending a few years with the group, he has some sort falling out with them. The details of which they never divulge and he disappears again. He doesn't show up again until he shows up at the town court house one day, with a wife and two children, to get the name changed on the deed to the farm house. Who the wife and children were before meeting Jacob and moving into the house is one of those fact hidden in the shadows of time.
After working as a farm hand for a year or so, Jacob and his family stop showing up in town. No one ever heard about or from Jacob or his family again for along time, until one night a neighbor to the property called the fire department and reported a shed on fire. The fire department called in the police when a female's head was found buried underneath a burnt out shed. On investigation by the police they found Jacob barricaded in his house and would not come out or let the police in. when they finally got inside, they found the horrid and squalid state Jacob had been living in.
when the remains of his family were found he was arrested and put on trial for their murder . His trial lasted one week and was the most scandalous event to ever happen to the town. It became fodder for the local news papers. he was tired and found guilty and sentenced to death by hanging. Shortly after being found guilty, he was was put to death at the court house and was pronounced dead.
After the the trial was over and the scandal died down, the house was cleaned out and the property sat empty as the whispers about the house being hunted began to grow. It sat dormant for a long time before the land was sold off and the town swallowed it up. The house changes owners hands a few times, some owners having the misfortune of death entering their life while they lived in the house. The wife of one owner committed suicide in the attic, the brother of another owner shot him self in the back yard. And the neighborhood had always many missing pet reports.
Then one year a 911 call on Christmas eve sent the police to respond to a claim of two men fighting naked in the snow, in the back yard of the residence. When the police got there they found the house completely unoccupied and empty of any furniture. The only thing that was found was a old used mattress in the attic. In the back yard there was evidence of some sort of struggle. Large pools of blood were found, but no bodies were ever recovered. The owner of the house at the time was recorded as one George Bunny.
After that the house sat empty passing from one property company to another. It was shown to a few prospective buyers but no one ever made any real attempt to buy it. Then on one dark and rainy night, the kind of night your glad when your home warm and cozy with your loved ones while the wind and the rain howls outside. A local group of four urban explores deiced to do a ghost hunt at this now infamous haunted house the locals had dubbed The House of Sadness.
The group split into two. A husband and wife team go to explore the top floors of the house and two other men explore the bottom two. Finding the basement empty of any activity except a few odd reading on some of their equipment they decide to explore the large roughly dug cold cellar where they believed Jacob's wife's body had been found. While examining a very old shelving unit against one wall, these soon to be lost souls find a hidden passageway leading to a room with a very old looking well made out of large rocks in the center of the room. The rocks of the well are oddly painted in faded colors and symbols and is capped with a ancient piece of wood.
The first man is pulled into the well by something when while examining the strange markings on the lid in the gloom of his flashlight, the lid crumbles away to dust under his weight and something drags him down into the well. His fiend rushes to his aid and looks over the edge in to the well. To his astonished eyes, in the light coming form the flashlight at the bottom of the well. His friend appears to be dissolved away by what looks like water at the bottom of the well. It does not act like water tho, it acts like it was acid. It eats his flesh from his body as he thrashes wildly about. The man at the top of the well does not hear a single scream come from his friend as he dies in agony.
The man at the edge of the well stares down in slack jawed amazement, as the water appears to evaporates into a mist and rushes up at him as it try's to escape the well. Before he even has a chance to scream himself, a corrosive mist passes over him and eats away the flesh from his body. Leaving only a pile of bones with bits of of undigested flesh sticking to them. It passes out of the room and rushes up towards the attic where the other two urban explorers are checking out a closet at one end.
As soon as they had got up into the attic. They had started hearing a male voice and had begun to see shadows darting all about the place, the activity had led them to the closet at the back of the attic. The voice they herd, they believed to be the ghost of the son.
All the souls of Jacob's family and the others that had died in the house were still trapped in side. The spirits were hidden away by the demon. He kept his power over them by bullying them into submission. The wife's sprite he locked away in the mater bedroom. The son's he had trapped in the attic with the others souls he had collected. The daughter's spirit had grown to powerful for the demon to control and held domain over the yard and had been keeping the demon trapped inside the house.
When the demon pops up from the basement into the closet in the attic, it draws to it the souls of the son and others trapped in the attic. It devours them creating enough energy to swing open the closet door and manifest it self as a bunch of rotting arms. Each with a reaching hand that grabs the woman and pulls her kicking and screaming in to the closet. The door slams shut and it goes deathly quiet. In the silence left,the man begins to scream himself and he runs out of the attic. Only to get chased down the hall and into the master bedroom by the demon.
Consuming the soul of the wife trapped in the bedroom, the demon creates a whirlwind that swells up around the man. As the air around the man speeds up it picks up glass form a broken mirror on the floor. The demon rips the man to shreds with the glass and suck out his soul. Being stronger then he ever was before, the demon is able to over power the ghost of the young girl in the backyard and escape from the house. And so after that night of horrors the house goes silent once again.
After all the death he has caused at the house, the demon becomes strong enough to leave the house and roam around, but by morning it begins to weaken and goes in to hiding in a crumbling old mausoleum in the local graveyard. He pass his time floating around the city at night, Invading people's dreams until he finds those that are of weak mind and soul. He manipulates their dreams drawing them to the grave yard, where he marks them as his own.
By placing a bit of his essence in each like a little seed of evil he begins to control their thoughts and emotions. At first he does this for his own amusement and to test out his abilities. Then he begins to gather up all those poor soul that he has marked. Manipulating them into joining a cult dedicated to bringing him into a physical form. Even tho he is very strong, he is still not strong enough to to do more then influence peoples minds and move a few objects. The demon craves for pleasures of the flesh.
The demon set out to use his cult to preform a magical rite, so that he can take over the body of a new born child and be born into the world of the flesh. On the night of this rite he gathers his members in the basement of the town hall. He has them set up the new born on a alter. As one man beats a drum,the rest chant and dance around the child, to draw the demon into the child's body. While in the middle of this magical act, the demon's influence is weakened just enough to allow the love of the mother for her child to break her free of the demon's influence just long enough to allow her to take her mind back. She steals the baby off the alter before the demon has time to enter his body and try to escape. This cause the demon to go mad with anger. Using what power he has left over the cult he force them to kill the mother and child with their bare hands. But before she and her child are ripped apart by them, she is able to set the room on fire with a candle. The fire quickly spreads around the room and kills every one except one man.
The only one who doesn't die that night is a fat and balding man. He is over come by some sort of calm after being released from the demon's influence and a voice spoke to him and told him to trap the demon in a alter bottle.
He walks over to the alter, picks up a glass bottle that had been used to hold some sort of ceremonial fluid, dumps the liquid on the floor and begins to speak words no human mouth could form. It just bubbles forth from his mouth. As he speaks the words, he thrusts the bottle into a mist that had formed over the alter and the demon gets sucked into the bottle. The man escapes the burning building unharmed not even a scratch on him. You would think that alone was weird, even if you dint believe he escaped and runs away into the night with a now cursed bottle, with a demon trapped inside.
Bad lucks follows that fat man where ever he goes. cars begin to always have accidents around him and he begins to notice he keeps losing money when he goes to sleep at night. Owning the bottle becomes to much of a burden for him, so he quickly sells it off to a unsuspecting antiques dealer. The antiques dealer quickly becomes aware of its true value and enters it in a auction where he markets it as a haunted object. It was sold along with other items as morbid pieces of art to willing bidders.
The mans who buys the bottle and also becomes the last owner of the creepy old house of our story, is the great grandson of one of the original founders of the occult group that Jacob joined. He may even be related to the same family that originally built the farm house. This young man, who became successful at a age where most were dealing with raging hormones and acne,had become bored with the mundane pleasures of the life of a millionaire playboy and began to search for more harder to come by pleasures.
After having many odd adventures and interesting pleasures, he begins to follow in his family's tradition of occult study. After much study he is lead to the few serving members of the occult group his great grandfather had help found but once they find out who his family is they don't want anything to do with him. We next take note of him when personal tragedy falls on him when his father dies unexpectedly.
After his father's death he is intrusted with his great grandfather's personal journals. In a hand written letter inside the front cover of the journals, his father warns any reader not to fall into the same traps as those that came before him. In these journals he begins to find bits and pieces of the story of Jacob and his time with his great grand fathers group. He learns that on a trip abroad, Jacob finds a very old manuscript and brings it back to the group for study.
Jacob wanted to have the group start working with the book but the leaders of the group begin to see the hardships and misfortunes the words in that book would bring to them and decide that they don't want to go down that road. His great grandfather becomes jealous of Jacob and his book. After having him banished from the group, he steal the book from Jacob and goes into hiding with it. The old man try's some of the magic in the book and is almost destroyed by it so he hides the book in a library somewhere in the world.
The young man now becomes obsessed by finding an owning this book and spends a fortune trying to track it down. After many dead ends He finds it in the library of a small old church in England where it has been kept a secret in plain sight on a bookshelf for such long time that it passed out living memory of any one left at the church. He was only able to find that this was the place that held the book because hes great grandfather kept talking about the church in his journals that he visited often in his youth.
After finding the book and learning form it that it is about summoning demons, he begins to research into Jacob's life. That leads him to he house and once he looks into the house history, he realizes Jacob's must have used rituals out of the book to call forth a demon into the house that he could not control, and it ultimately killed his family and drove him mad.
He then buys the house but on finding no evidence of anything left in the house, he begins looking for odd things that might have happened in the town. That leads him to the night of the fire at the town hall and to the only survivor. The fat bald man. He learns from the fat man about how he came to own and then sell a demon trapped in a bottle.
Once again the man uses his wealth to track down what he wants this time its the bottle .He finds it in Africa, the owner gladly sells the cursed item to him. Bringing back the demon to the house along with the book , the young man is able to release the demon from it prison cell in exchange for the demon's servitude. The demon is then forced to do the young mans bidding. Bringing him more wealth and fame
On Halloween night the demons presence in the house awakens the ghost of Jacob's daughter in the back yard. Finding the demon is back the house, the ghost of the little girl hunts it down. She finds the demon asleep in the well. At the bottom of the well In a gathering of little glowing blue lights the ghost of the little girl traps the demon and destroys it.
The presence of the book then draws the little girl's ghost to it. Hovering around it like a moth to a flame, the ghost of the girl waits for the book's owner to return. He returns later that evening in a drunken stoop-er after a night on the town and pass out in his bed. The ghost of the little girl then kills the young man in his sleep. slitting his throat with a rusty nail that it had taken out of the back yard.
destroy the owner of the book then frees the little girls ghost to take ownership of it And she floats off into the night leaving the house empty never to be heard from again.
On the gate in the front fence this house there is a wood sign. Painted in big red letters on it is 225 Hillside. Why they named the street Hillside when there are no gosh darn hills around this storyteller will never know.
But what I do know is the story of this house and the events that happened here. They are dark and filled with much sadness. So sit back and let me tell you the story of the events and people surrounding this unremarkable looking house that has one remarkable history.
This house stands and probably will always stand as a monument to the emotional havoc and horrific pain that living beings can endure. While others lived out their full lives, a unlucky few had the misfortune to be sucked into this house's history, and were only able to live a short time on this earthly realm. There lives were ended short by shocking and horrid events. Some with such gory details that one must try not to speak of them as to ward off bad luck.
You wouldn't think that this empty old house. Keeping its own silent vigil on its corner of a darkened street. On one side of the house, a street ends at a metal barrier that separates the road from a bit of brush. There is a small creek running throw it that runs along the back fences and of all the house on the street. This bit of brush separates the houses on the block from a school yard.
Surrounded by other houses of similar size, the house does not much pop out of the back ground. Its only when you dig into its past, that you believe this place could be a place where horrific acts may have been done in magical rites to old gods. Sitting there in the dark with only a single street light to illuminate its yard, it looks like it would not be such a bad place to live. If you were to stand in front of that house on some quiet night it wouldn't appear to be that creepy at all. Sitting there in the quiet night just like any other family home gone to bed for the night, but its not a happy home. Its the birth place and home to a demon that caused much havoc to those it came in contact with.
It started out as just a lovely small farmhouse house on a nice size piece of land. No other houses around for a mile or so, just out side a small budding town. As the town prospered the farm died off and the land and the house it self was swallowed up by the town. This peaceful little farm was gobbled up leaving the house just one among many. As the town grew up and out, a large section of the farm land surrounding the house was bought by the local school board to build a new school. The rest of the land was sold to local developers that built up the neighborhoods around it, till there was nothing left but the house with a fair size backyard sitting on a corner with a dead end street on its one side.
The house it self never changed much. A few fresh coats of paint, a new porch, but no major renovations ever took place. It's haunted past and strange happenings were always quickly and quietly swept away. The reason for all this secrecy around the house and what happened there was because of one particular owner. He become a infamous town legend and the the house along with him. That owner who first brought forth a demon into this cursed place, begins this story of death and secrets.
His name was John J Jacob. Jacob's was arrested and put on trial for murder when he was found living with the remains of his family in his small house on the edge of town. To those few that had know him while he worked as a local farm hand, he appeared to be a quiet, but likeable man. Living with his young family, in the nice little house on the edge of town. Then one day he and his family just stopped showing up in town. The towns people began to wonder where they had gone. There were rumors of infidelity and strange happenings going on at the house, but that was drunken talk of the old timer in town. Told in tall tales at the local bar to earn a free beer. Once the police had found out what happened at the house, he was arrested and put on trial. He was later found guilty of the murder of his wife,son and daughter and sentenced to death.
During the trial, Jacob's legal claim was insanity, but he maintained he wasn't guilty. That it was the demon living in his house that had possessed him and murdered his wife, his teenage son and young daughter. It came out during the police investigation and his trial, that part of his family's remains were found placed on alters in separate rooms of the house. What was left of his wife's body was found in the root cellar in the basement. In the testimony Jacob gave at his trial he stated the demon had driving him mad and taken possession of him. Under the demons control he had placed his wife's body there for preservation. To the shock of those sitting in the court room, he also testified, that while he was possessed by the demon, it made him take out his wife rotting corpse, for the demon's sexual gratification, on his wedding anniversary. He said the demon made him defile his wife's corpse in a ritual violation. A police officer later testified that they found the wife's head on a alter in the master bedroom.
While the police were searching the house they found Jacob's daughters room left completely alone. With a thick layer of dust over every thing, it looked like the young girl who had lived in that room had just left it one morning and never came back. Until they found her body that is. Her body was found prepared carefully in some sort of mummification to preserve her. She was wrapped in strips of bedsheets and laid out on her bed. During the only interview John J Jacob ever gave to the press shortly before his trial, he was asked why his daughter's head had been found underneath the shed out back. He claimed he had a dream were she told him that she should stand guard for him and help keep the demon from escaping. He buried her head in a ritual manner so that the demon in his house would be kept locked away.
The boys bones were found in a heap on the lower bunk of a bed in another room. His scull was never found. Later found in diaries kept by a local priest, was the written account of what was said to the priest by Jacob before his execution. In it he claims that Jacobs told him that the demon and eaten his boy as away to get back at him for some act it had not liked. He also confessed that he had broken free from the demon's influence and was using his family's remains as talismans. In what he believed was a battle to keep the demon locked away in the house.
No one knows exactly how long Jacob lived in the house with the remains of his family but records show that he officially owned the house for 10 years. There is much speculation and debate about Jacob and his life before he and his family moved into the house. There is rumors that Jacob may even have had access to the house and land before his official ownership of the property. But that is only more stories . What is know of the early life of John J Jacob is hidden in old shadows.
He was believed to be born in Alaska. To a native woman of the night and a drunk of a father. Abandoned by both his parents at a young age it appears he was mostly raised by a church going grandmother. At the age of 18 he moves away and the next time he pops up, he is in Hell Michigan. In police reports of the time their was found record of a domestic dispute call. One J. Jacob twenty one years of age was arrested at a local sleazy hotel for beating a native woman. Spent one evening in jail and was set free the next day.
No other official early record of him is ever found but we know other facts from people who claim to knew him personally. It is though these people that we can know That from a young age Jacobs was interested in black magick and the occult. At the age of twenty five, he joins a close nitted occult group. He is well accepted among the group and gets deeply involved in their community. After spending a few years with the group, he has some sort falling out with them. The details of which they never divulge and he disappears again. He doesn't show up again until he shows up at the town court house one day, with a wife and two children, to get the name changed on the deed to the farm house. Who the wife and children were before meeting Jacob and moving into the house is one of those fact hidden in the shadows of time.
After working as a farm hand for a year or so, Jacob and his family stop showing up in town. No one ever heard about or from Jacob or his family again for along time, until one night a neighbor to the property called the fire department and reported a shed on fire. The fire department called in the police when a female's head was found buried underneath a burnt out shed. On investigation by the police they found Jacob barricaded in his house and would not come out or let the police in. when they finally got inside, they found the horrid and squalid state Jacob had been living in.
when the remains of his family were found he was arrested and put on trial for their murder . His trial lasted one week and was the most scandalous event to ever happen to the town. It became fodder for the local news papers. he was tired and found guilty and sentenced to death by hanging. Shortly after being found guilty, he was was put to death at the court house and was pronounced dead.
After the the trial was over and the scandal died down, the house was cleaned out and the property sat empty as the whispers about the house being hunted began to grow. It sat dormant for a long time before the land was sold off and the town swallowed it up. The house changes owners hands a few times, some owners having the misfortune of death entering their life while they lived in the house. The wife of one owner committed suicide in the attic, the brother of another owner shot him self in the back yard. And the neighborhood had always many missing pet reports.
Then one year a 911 call on Christmas eve sent the police to respond to a claim of two men fighting naked in the snow, in the back yard of the residence. When the police got there they found the house completely unoccupied and empty of any furniture. The only thing that was found was a old used mattress in the attic. In the back yard there was evidence of some sort of struggle. Large pools of blood were found, but no bodies were ever recovered. The owner of the house at the time was recorded as one George Bunny.
After that the house sat empty passing from one property company to another. It was shown to a few prospective buyers but no one ever made any real attempt to buy it. Then on one dark and rainy night, the kind of night your glad when your home warm and cozy with your loved ones while the wind and the rain howls outside. A local group of four urban explores deiced to do a ghost hunt at this now infamous haunted house the locals had dubbed The House of Sadness.
The group split into two. A husband and wife team go to explore the top floors of the house and two other men explore the bottom two. Finding the basement empty of any activity except a few odd reading on some of their equipment they decide to explore the large roughly dug cold cellar where they believed Jacob's wife's body had been found. While examining a very old shelving unit against one wall, these soon to be lost souls find a hidden passageway leading to a room with a very old looking well made out of large rocks in the center of the room. The rocks of the well are oddly painted in faded colors and symbols and is capped with a ancient piece of wood.
The first man is pulled into the well by something when while examining the strange markings on the lid in the gloom of his flashlight, the lid crumbles away to dust under his weight and something drags him down into the well. His fiend rushes to his aid and looks over the edge in to the well. To his astonished eyes, in the light coming form the flashlight at the bottom of the well. His friend appears to be dissolved away by what looks like water at the bottom of the well. It does not act like water tho, it acts like it was acid. It eats his flesh from his body as he thrashes wildly about. The man at the top of the well does not hear a single scream come from his friend as he dies in agony.
The man at the edge of the well stares down in slack jawed amazement, as the water appears to evaporates into a mist and rushes up at him as it try's to escape the well. Before he even has a chance to scream himself, a corrosive mist passes over him and eats away the flesh from his body. Leaving only a pile of bones with bits of of undigested flesh sticking to them. It passes out of the room and rushes up towards the attic where the other two urban explorers are checking out a closet at one end.
As soon as they had got up into the attic. They had started hearing a male voice and had begun to see shadows darting all about the place, the activity had led them to the closet at the back of the attic. The voice they herd, they believed to be the ghost of the son.
All the souls of Jacob's family and the others that had died in the house were still trapped in side. The spirits were hidden away by the demon. He kept his power over them by bullying them into submission. The wife's sprite he locked away in the mater bedroom. The son's he had trapped in the attic with the others souls he had collected. The daughter's spirit had grown to powerful for the demon to control and held domain over the yard and had been keeping the demon trapped inside the house.
When the demon pops up from the basement into the closet in the attic, it draws to it the souls of the son and others trapped in the attic. It devours them creating enough energy to swing open the closet door and manifest it self as a bunch of rotting arms. Each with a reaching hand that grabs the woman and pulls her kicking and screaming in to the closet. The door slams shut and it goes deathly quiet. In the silence left,the man begins to scream himself and he runs out of the attic. Only to get chased down the hall and into the master bedroom by the demon.
Consuming the soul of the wife trapped in the bedroom, the demon creates a whirlwind that swells up around the man. As the air around the man speeds up it picks up glass form a broken mirror on the floor. The demon rips the man to shreds with the glass and suck out his soul. Being stronger then he ever was before, the demon is able to over power the ghost of the young girl in the backyard and escape from the house. And so after that night of horrors the house goes silent once again.
After all the death he has caused at the house, the demon becomes strong enough to leave the house and roam around, but by morning it begins to weaken and goes in to hiding in a crumbling old mausoleum in the local graveyard. He pass his time floating around the city at night, Invading people's dreams until he finds those that are of weak mind and soul. He manipulates their dreams drawing them to the grave yard, where he marks them as his own.
By placing a bit of his essence in each like a little seed of evil he begins to control their thoughts and emotions. At first he does this for his own amusement and to test out his abilities. Then he begins to gather up all those poor soul that he has marked. Manipulating them into joining a cult dedicated to bringing him into a physical form. Even tho he is very strong, he is still not strong enough to to do more then influence peoples minds and move a few objects. The demon craves for pleasures of the flesh.
The demon set out to use his cult to preform a magical rite, so that he can take over the body of a new born child and be born into the world of the flesh. On the night of this rite he gathers his members in the basement of the town hall. He has them set up the new born on a alter. As one man beats a drum,the rest chant and dance around the child, to draw the demon into the child's body. While in the middle of this magical act, the demon's influence is weakened just enough to allow the love of the mother for her child to break her free of the demon's influence just long enough to allow her to take her mind back. She steals the baby off the alter before the demon has time to enter his body and try to escape. This cause the demon to go mad with anger. Using what power he has left over the cult he force them to kill the mother and child with their bare hands. But before she and her child are ripped apart by them, she is able to set the room on fire with a candle. The fire quickly spreads around the room and kills every one except one man.
The only one who doesn't die that night is a fat and balding man. He is over come by some sort of calm after being released from the demon's influence and a voice spoke to him and told him to trap the demon in a alter bottle.
He walks over to the alter, picks up a glass bottle that had been used to hold some sort of ceremonial fluid, dumps the liquid on the floor and begins to speak words no human mouth could form. It just bubbles forth from his mouth. As he speaks the words, he thrusts the bottle into a mist that had formed over the alter and the demon gets sucked into the bottle. The man escapes the burning building unharmed not even a scratch on him. You would think that alone was weird, even if you dint believe he escaped and runs away into the night with a now cursed bottle, with a demon trapped inside.
Bad lucks follows that fat man where ever he goes. cars begin to always have accidents around him and he begins to notice he keeps losing money when he goes to sleep at night. Owning the bottle becomes to much of a burden for him, so he quickly sells it off to a unsuspecting antiques dealer. The antiques dealer quickly becomes aware of its true value and enters it in a auction where he markets it as a haunted object. It was sold along with other items as morbid pieces of art to willing bidders.
The mans who buys the bottle and also becomes the last owner of the creepy old house of our story, is the great grandson of one of the original founders of the occult group that Jacob joined. He may even be related to the same family that originally built the farm house. This young man, who became successful at a age where most were dealing with raging hormones and acne,had become bored with the mundane pleasures of the life of a millionaire playboy and began to search for more harder to come by pleasures.
After having many odd adventures and interesting pleasures, he begins to follow in his family's tradition of occult study. After much study he is lead to the few serving members of the occult group his great grandfather had help found but once they find out who his family is they don't want anything to do with him. We next take note of him when personal tragedy falls on him when his father dies unexpectedly.
After his father's death he is intrusted with his great grandfather's personal journals. In a hand written letter inside the front cover of the journals, his father warns any reader not to fall into the same traps as those that came before him. In these journals he begins to find bits and pieces of the story of Jacob and his time with his great grand fathers group. He learns that on a trip abroad, Jacob finds a very old manuscript and brings it back to the group for study.
Jacob wanted to have the group start working with the book but the leaders of the group begin to see the hardships and misfortunes the words in that book would bring to them and decide that they don't want to go down that road. His great grandfather becomes jealous of Jacob and his book. After having him banished from the group, he steal the book from Jacob and goes into hiding with it. The old man try's some of the magic in the book and is almost destroyed by it so he hides the book in a library somewhere in the world.
The young man now becomes obsessed by finding an owning this book and spends a fortune trying to track it down. After many dead ends He finds it in the library of a small old church in England where it has been kept a secret in plain sight on a bookshelf for such long time that it passed out living memory of any one left at the church. He was only able to find that this was the place that held the book because hes great grandfather kept talking about the church in his journals that he visited often in his youth.
After finding the book and learning form it that it is about summoning demons, he begins to research into Jacob's life. That leads him to he house and once he looks into the house history, he realizes Jacob's must have used rituals out of the book to call forth a demon into the house that he could not control, and it ultimately killed his family and drove him mad.
He then buys the house but on finding no evidence of anything left in the house, he begins looking for odd things that might have happened in the town. That leads him to the night of the fire at the town hall and to the only survivor. The fat bald man. He learns from the fat man about how he came to own and then sell a demon trapped in a bottle.
Once again the man uses his wealth to track down what he wants this time its the bottle .He finds it in Africa, the owner gladly sells the cursed item to him. Bringing back the demon to the house along with the book , the young man is able to release the demon from it prison cell in exchange for the demon's servitude. The demon is then forced to do the young mans bidding. Bringing him more wealth and fame
On Halloween night the demons presence in the house awakens the ghost of Jacob's daughter in the back yard. Finding the demon is back the house, the ghost of the little girl hunts it down. She finds the demon asleep in the well. At the bottom of the well In a gathering of little glowing blue lights the ghost of the little girl traps the demon and destroys it.
The presence of the book then draws the little girl's ghost to it. Hovering around it like a moth to a flame, the ghost of the girl waits for the book's owner to return. He returns later that evening in a drunken stoop-er after a night on the town and pass out in his bed. The ghost of the little girl then kills the young man in his sleep. slitting his throat with a rusty nail that it had taken out of the back yard.
destroy the owner of the book then frees the little girls ghost to take ownership of it And she floats off into the night leaving the house empty never to be heard from again.
Till death do us part and then some
She was the love of my life and even in death I still loved her. That is why I reburied her. I had to do it. I had to put her back in her grave I had to give her some sort of peace, even if she did try to to kill me and probably would have eaten me to if she could. I could not just leave her there to rot away in the heat of the empty house.
Before I went to bed that night the reports had just started to come in from all over the country. Stories about violent attacks perpetrated by groups of unknown people. Bodies going missing from morgues. One story about a suspected gang of grave robbers digging up all the fresh graves in a small town. They were saying it was all isolated incidents and not to worry. So I turned off the TV and drunkenly stumbled my way to bed.
At first I thought I was having some wired dream about having sex with a fish. Cold wet lips on my member slowly sucking me in. A small cold hand cupping my balls just like my wife used to love to do while she sucked me off. It wasn't till the hand started to squeeze tighter and I felt nails dig in that I woke up with a gasp.
I woke up to find my recently dead wife lips warped around my engorged member and she looked like she was about to bite it off. She glanced up at me and appeared to smile. I screamed and kicked her in the forehead. she let go of my balls and my member slid out of her mouth with a wet popping sound. I scrambled out of the bed as she hissed at me. As she jumped off the bed and ran at me I freaked and threw the closest thing I could reach, at her. Which was the big bottle of her favorite perfume that she always kept on the bedside table. It hit her in the head and smashed on the floor. It stopped her for a moment and she stood there looking at me.
My beautiful wife was gone and some horrible monster had taken her place. The dress was the same one I buried her in. The wonderful yellow summer dress she loved to wear when we went out on Sunday drives. I remember the day I bought it for her. She had looked so happy as she twirled in front of the changing room mirror. Now it was all ripped and torn,covered in what looked like mud and blood. What was left of the front of the dress was torn open exposing her perfect breasts. I could see the horrific Y shaped incision stapled shut, starting just above those lovely perky breasts, from where they opened her up for the autopsy. Her skin was the color of a old bruise, a sickly yellow with tinges of dark purple. Her lovely blond hair was all matted with dirt and there was a large bloodless gash on the side of her forehead where the perfume bottle had hit her.
I could almost see tears in her dead black eyes, as she stared dumbfound at me. Almost pleading for me to help her. Then the scent of that perfume I used to love to smell on her while we kissed became a overpowering stench and the spell was broken. She screamed and rushed at me again. I made it to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, just as she crashed into it. She let out a inhuman scream and slammed into the door again. The door held but I could see that a few more slams like that and it would give way.
The only other way out of the bathroom was the window. It was way to small to wiggle out of and drop safely the 15 feet to the ground, before she broke down the door and dragged me back in. So i looked around feverishly for something to protect my self with. Anything would do. Anything at a all, but there was nothing, not a god dame thing. Nothing I could use to protect my self from the inhuman monster that once had been my wife.
She slammed against the door again and gave another one of those inhuman screams. She sounded so angry, like what I expected to hear from The wild banshee from the old ghost stories I heard as a child around the campfire, right before it dragged me away into the night. I could see sawdust on the floor from the screws in the door hinges were they were starting to pull out from the wall. I knew that those hinges were about to let go and that if she slammed into the door again like that, the door would give way and I would be killed and probably eaten by the woman I once loved. Who was now nothing more then a rotting corpse determined to make me what she had become.
Then in a flash it hit me. Next time she rushed the door I would open it and let her momentum carry her into the bathtub. I could then slam the glass shower door closed giving me just enough time to run away. I got down on on my hands and knees and peered through the crack under the door. I could just see the bottom of a foot only a few steps from the door, she moved back wards getting ready to make another run at the door. It was now or never. I jumped back up and grabbed the door handle. She gave another inhuman scream and ran at the door. Soon as I felt her slam in to the other side of the door I swung it open.
She looked surprised as she skidded past me and fell into the bathtub. I slammed the shower door shut and ran out of the bathroom. I ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. Stopping to catch my breath for a second, I felt a cool breeze on my skin and realized I was still naked. All my clothes were upstairs with her and that shower door wasn't going to hold her long enough for me to get dressed. Just then i heard what sounded like the shower door being smashed and another one of those inhuman screams and I knew then she had gotten free and that I had to do something quick
So what was I going to do next. I could run out of the house to the neighbors next door and ask for help. Or run down the street naked, screaming bloody murder like the mad man I knew I had become. Someone would probably call the cops and then I would be rescued. They would probably shoot my wife like some rabid dog. Killing her again if bullets could even work on the undead. Or I could just drive. Drive and drive till I figured out what to do next.
Then I saw the large meat clever on the magnetic strip on the wall. And knew I had to be the one to put her down. Remembering all the zombie horror movie I watched when I was a kid, one good whack to the head with that meat cleaver and she would go back to being nothing more then a corpse. It had to be me. I couldn't let her go on being the inhuman monster she had become and I couldn't let some stranger mow her down in a hail of bullets like some mangy dog. I had to be the one to put her out of misery I knew she had to be in. I had to do it for the sake of my own sanity and the for the love we had shared. Taking a deep breath, I garbed the meat clever off the wall and still naked as a new born, I crept back up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs I heard another one of those inhuman screams and then something large crashed to the floor. I thought it probably had been the dresser. When she didn't come running out the door I peeked into the bedroom. I found her staring into the mirror transfixed with her own reflection. Staring at her self like some kitten noticing its reflection for the first time.
When I step into the door way she noticed me turned and ran at me. Just before she was able to grab me with her out stretched arms, I sunk the meat cleaver deep into the center of her forehead. The sound the meat clever made when it sliced into her skull reminded me of hitting a over ripe melon. She dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor. Before I could think about what I was doing, I stepped on her chest and pulled the meat clever out of her head. The sound of it coming out made me gag and I turned my own head and puked into the hallway.
With the smell of the half digested dinner of a burger and fries I had last night in my noes, I sank to my knees in front of her body and wept. Wept for the love that I had lost and for the ungodly thing I had just done to the woman I had loved so much and with out realizing what I was doing I began to chop up her body. I was pretty sure she was going to stay dead this time, but I was already out of my mind with grief and anger that I just kept chopping till there was nothing more then a pile of limbs and ragged meat and her head staring up at me with her cold dead eyes. I could see her brain matter through the large gash in her head from where I had struck her with the meat cleaver. Cradling her head in my arms I wept some more, rocking back and forth. When I came back to reality, I realized what I was holding and I throw her head to the floor with revulsion and stood up. Looking at my self in the full length mirror,I didn't recognize my self at all. I still looked the same man but at the same time I didn't. There wasn't that happy go lucky guy I once new anymore. What was left was a hollow empty shell of man with congealed blood and gore sticking to him. In a state of numbness I cleaned the glass out of the tub and showered. After dressing quickly, I bagged all of my wife's body parts up in trash bags form the kitchen and carried her down to the front door.
Looking out the front door I noticed for the first time how wrong the world had gotten, since I went to bed the night before. There was blood all over the ground a car was stopped in the middle of the road its engine running and all its doors hung open. I could hear screams close by but could not tell where they were coming from. At the end of the street there was a car smashed into a pole in front the house on the corner. The house it self was going up in flames and as I watched there appeared a man on fire dragging another man by the hair kicking and screaming out of the front door. Going back inside I went to the basement got my shovel and headed back upstairs to go bury my wife for the second time.
Driving through the city was like driving through a war zone. There was death and destruction every where. People who looked to be alive running this way and that. Zombies chasing a few of the living and a few of them just stumbling around. Some dressed, some not and a swear I saw a mother eating her own baby with the umbilical cord still attached trailing between her legs.
I got to the grave yard around noon. It was a peaceful place, or had been at one time any way. Driving up as close as I could to the spot where I had buried my wife only a week before. I got out of the car and walked the rest of the way to her grave site. As I walked up with the shovel in hand to the lovely shaded spot me and her brother had picked out. I noticed that there was a depression in the soil in front of her tomb stone, where she must have pulled her self out. I stood there staring down at it, wondered how long she spent clawing through that dirt. It must have taken hours for her to blindly claw her way through it. It sent shivers down my spine. I brushed the thought away and began to re dig my wife's grave. The dirt was still pretty lose from when she was buried the fist time so it didn't take me long to dig down to her casket. The lid had been almost completely smashed to splinters. When I opened it there was what looked like fingernail marks on the inside of the lid from where she must have been scratching at it. I tried to block the image of her scratching away blindly in the dark and went back to my car to get my wife.
after reburying my wife I started t walk back to the car. A man came stumbling out from behind a tree dressed in nothing but a hospital gown. He had been chewing on what appeared to be a foot he still had clutched in his hand. He saw me, dropped the foot and came running at me. Before I could think about it I raised my shovel and slammed the flat edge into his scull just above his eyes nearly taking the top of his head clean off. He drop to the ground with the shovel sticking strait up. I pulled my shovel out and calmly walked back to my car I sat in my car smoking my first cigaret in years. I had kept a pack in the glove box just for a reminder of my old ways and as sort of a safety blanket. Tossing the cigaret butt out the window I drove off and never looked back
Before I went to bed that night the reports had just started to come in from all over the country. Stories about violent attacks perpetrated by groups of unknown people. Bodies going missing from morgues. One story about a suspected gang of grave robbers digging up all the fresh graves in a small town. They were saying it was all isolated incidents and not to worry. So I turned off the TV and drunkenly stumbled my way to bed.
At first I thought I was having some wired dream about having sex with a fish. Cold wet lips on my member slowly sucking me in. A small cold hand cupping my balls just like my wife used to love to do while she sucked me off. It wasn't till the hand started to squeeze tighter and I felt nails dig in that I woke up with a gasp.
I woke up to find my recently dead wife lips warped around my engorged member and she looked like she was about to bite it off. She glanced up at me and appeared to smile. I screamed and kicked her in the forehead. she let go of my balls and my member slid out of her mouth with a wet popping sound. I scrambled out of the bed as she hissed at me. As she jumped off the bed and ran at me I freaked and threw the closest thing I could reach, at her. Which was the big bottle of her favorite perfume that she always kept on the bedside table. It hit her in the head and smashed on the floor. It stopped her for a moment and she stood there looking at me.
My beautiful wife was gone and some horrible monster had taken her place. The dress was the same one I buried her in. The wonderful yellow summer dress she loved to wear when we went out on Sunday drives. I remember the day I bought it for her. She had looked so happy as she twirled in front of the changing room mirror. Now it was all ripped and torn,covered in what looked like mud and blood. What was left of the front of the dress was torn open exposing her perfect breasts. I could see the horrific Y shaped incision stapled shut, starting just above those lovely perky breasts, from where they opened her up for the autopsy. Her skin was the color of a old bruise, a sickly yellow with tinges of dark purple. Her lovely blond hair was all matted with dirt and there was a large bloodless gash on the side of her forehead where the perfume bottle had hit her.
I could almost see tears in her dead black eyes, as she stared dumbfound at me. Almost pleading for me to help her. Then the scent of that perfume I used to love to smell on her while we kissed became a overpowering stench and the spell was broken. She screamed and rushed at me again. I made it to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, just as she crashed into it. She let out a inhuman scream and slammed into the door again. The door held but I could see that a few more slams like that and it would give way.
The only other way out of the bathroom was the window. It was way to small to wiggle out of and drop safely the 15 feet to the ground, before she broke down the door and dragged me back in. So i looked around feverishly for something to protect my self with. Anything would do. Anything at a all, but there was nothing, not a god dame thing. Nothing I could use to protect my self from the inhuman monster that once had been my wife.
She slammed against the door again and gave another one of those inhuman screams. She sounded so angry, like what I expected to hear from The wild banshee from the old ghost stories I heard as a child around the campfire, right before it dragged me away into the night. I could see sawdust on the floor from the screws in the door hinges were they were starting to pull out from the wall. I knew that those hinges were about to let go and that if she slammed into the door again like that, the door would give way and I would be killed and probably eaten by the woman I once loved. Who was now nothing more then a rotting corpse determined to make me what she had become.
Then in a flash it hit me. Next time she rushed the door I would open it and let her momentum carry her into the bathtub. I could then slam the glass shower door closed giving me just enough time to run away. I got down on on my hands and knees and peered through the crack under the door. I could just see the bottom of a foot only a few steps from the door, she moved back wards getting ready to make another run at the door. It was now or never. I jumped back up and grabbed the door handle. She gave another inhuman scream and ran at the door. Soon as I felt her slam in to the other side of the door I swung it open.
She looked surprised as she skidded past me and fell into the bathtub. I slammed the shower door shut and ran out of the bathroom. I ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. Stopping to catch my breath for a second, I felt a cool breeze on my skin and realized I was still naked. All my clothes were upstairs with her and that shower door wasn't going to hold her long enough for me to get dressed. Just then i heard what sounded like the shower door being smashed and another one of those inhuman screams and I knew then she had gotten free and that I had to do something quick
So what was I going to do next. I could run out of the house to the neighbors next door and ask for help. Or run down the street naked, screaming bloody murder like the mad man I knew I had become. Someone would probably call the cops and then I would be rescued. They would probably shoot my wife like some rabid dog. Killing her again if bullets could even work on the undead. Or I could just drive. Drive and drive till I figured out what to do next.
Then I saw the large meat clever on the magnetic strip on the wall. And knew I had to be the one to put her down. Remembering all the zombie horror movie I watched when I was a kid, one good whack to the head with that meat cleaver and she would go back to being nothing more then a corpse. It had to be me. I couldn't let her go on being the inhuman monster she had become and I couldn't let some stranger mow her down in a hail of bullets like some mangy dog. I had to be the one to put her out of misery I knew she had to be in. I had to do it for the sake of my own sanity and the for the love we had shared. Taking a deep breath, I garbed the meat clever off the wall and still naked as a new born, I crept back up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs I heard another one of those inhuman screams and then something large crashed to the floor. I thought it probably had been the dresser. When she didn't come running out the door I peeked into the bedroom. I found her staring into the mirror transfixed with her own reflection. Staring at her self like some kitten noticing its reflection for the first time.
When I step into the door way she noticed me turned and ran at me. Just before she was able to grab me with her out stretched arms, I sunk the meat cleaver deep into the center of her forehead. The sound the meat clever made when it sliced into her skull reminded me of hitting a over ripe melon. She dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor. Before I could think about what I was doing, I stepped on her chest and pulled the meat clever out of her head. The sound of it coming out made me gag and I turned my own head and puked into the hallway.
With the smell of the half digested dinner of a burger and fries I had last night in my noes, I sank to my knees in front of her body and wept. Wept for the love that I had lost and for the ungodly thing I had just done to the woman I had loved so much and with out realizing what I was doing I began to chop up her body. I was pretty sure she was going to stay dead this time, but I was already out of my mind with grief and anger that I just kept chopping till there was nothing more then a pile of limbs and ragged meat and her head staring up at me with her cold dead eyes. I could see her brain matter through the large gash in her head from where I had struck her with the meat cleaver. Cradling her head in my arms I wept some more, rocking back and forth. When I came back to reality, I realized what I was holding and I throw her head to the floor with revulsion and stood up. Looking at my self in the full length mirror,I didn't recognize my self at all. I still looked the same man but at the same time I didn't. There wasn't that happy go lucky guy I once new anymore. What was left was a hollow empty shell of man with congealed blood and gore sticking to him. In a state of numbness I cleaned the glass out of the tub and showered. After dressing quickly, I bagged all of my wife's body parts up in trash bags form the kitchen and carried her down to the front door.
Looking out the front door I noticed for the first time how wrong the world had gotten, since I went to bed the night before. There was blood all over the ground a car was stopped in the middle of the road its engine running and all its doors hung open. I could hear screams close by but could not tell where they were coming from. At the end of the street there was a car smashed into a pole in front the house on the corner. The house it self was going up in flames and as I watched there appeared a man on fire dragging another man by the hair kicking and screaming out of the front door. Going back inside I went to the basement got my shovel and headed back upstairs to go bury my wife for the second time.
Driving through the city was like driving through a war zone. There was death and destruction every where. People who looked to be alive running this way and that. Zombies chasing a few of the living and a few of them just stumbling around. Some dressed, some not and a swear I saw a mother eating her own baby with the umbilical cord still attached trailing between her legs.
I got to the grave yard around noon. It was a peaceful place, or had been at one time any way. Driving up as close as I could to the spot where I had buried my wife only a week before. I got out of the car and walked the rest of the way to her grave site. As I walked up with the shovel in hand to the lovely shaded spot me and her brother had picked out. I noticed that there was a depression in the soil in front of her tomb stone, where she must have pulled her self out. I stood there staring down at it, wondered how long she spent clawing through that dirt. It must have taken hours for her to blindly claw her way through it. It sent shivers down my spine. I brushed the thought away and began to re dig my wife's grave. The dirt was still pretty lose from when she was buried the fist time so it didn't take me long to dig down to her casket. The lid had been almost completely smashed to splinters. When I opened it there was what looked like fingernail marks on the inside of the lid from where she must have been scratching at it. I tried to block the image of her scratching away blindly in the dark and went back to my car to get my wife.
after reburying my wife I started t walk back to the car. A man came stumbling out from behind a tree dressed in nothing but a hospital gown. He had been chewing on what appeared to be a foot he still had clutched in his hand. He saw me, dropped the foot and came running at me. Before I could think about it I raised my shovel and slammed the flat edge into his scull just above his eyes nearly taking the top of his head clean off. He drop to the ground with the shovel sticking strait up. I pulled my shovel out and calmly walked back to my car I sat in my car smoking my first cigaret in years. I had kept a pack in the glove box just for a reminder of my old ways and as sort of a safety blanket. Tossing the cigaret butt out the window I drove off and never looked back
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