Amy’s Story: Part 2

(To read Part 1 first visit Survive: Amy’s Story)

Recap:  Our protagonist, Amy, awakens to darkness.  She’s hanging, from rusty shackles, that are biting painfully into her bleeding ankles.  Confused and alone she drifts in and out of consciousness.  She tries to remember what led her to this hell.

Conscious once again, Amy heard nothing.  She began to sort the snippets of memory, she had recalled…the cabin…a phone call…Rudy… barking and growling…a loud explosion…

Slowly, ever so slowly, the pieces fell into place and Amy was able to remember the sequence of events that had led her here…

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Amy and Rudy finally arrived.  The snow storm had made the roads treacherous, so the two-hour trip had turned into four.  Amy called Sky, not wanting her worry.  Sky’s voice greeted her after the third ring.

“Hey you!  Yeah, I’m talking to you…the person with the phone growing out of their ear!  Obviously I’m unable to attach mine, so leave a message and “yours truly” will call you back.  If you’re lucky.”

Amy rolled her eyes. 

“Okay…the greeting is getting a little old…why don’t you change it already…”

 “Listen, didn’t want you to worry.  The roads were hellish, but Rudy and I made it to the cabin in one piece…err…maybe I should say two pieces…hmm… Anyway, we’re here, we’re safe and we’re sound.  Try to be good while I’m away.  I know for you, that’s quite the challenge!   Call me when you get a chance.  I love you, babe…bye.”

In spite of herself, Amy smiled, and tossed the phone into her handbag. 

Rudy, eager to escape the confines of the car, licked the closed window.  Amy reached for the passenger’s door handle, “Poor baby, how dare mama keep you cooped up for so long!” 

Rudy jumped into the undisturbed snow and rolled vigorously.

 Smiling, happy to see her golden so excited, she gathered her handbag, suitcase and easel and trudged through the deep snow towards the rustic log cabin, she and Sky had built together. 

The musty air, that had been trapped inside for months, assaulted her nose, causing her to pause for a moment, but Rudy nonchalantly padded past her and went inside.  He busied himself sniffing here and there, as Amy opened windows to let in fresh air.  A cold snowy breeze rushed in and Amy breathed it deep into her lungs.  Looking around at the rustic walls, she felt a peace she hadn’t known for a long time.  Secretly, she thanked Sky for insisting she take this week to rest, recover and perhaps, begin a new painting.  God knows she needed recovery, after barely surviving the horrors of the previous month.  Immediately her mind began to replay each horrific scenario; the letters, the calls, random gifts…the home invasion… 

“Stop it Amy, ” she chastised herself and willed her mind back into the present. 

Rudy, sitting on his haunches, stared at her and shifted his head sideways trying to understand what, “Stop it Amy” meant.  Amy noticed his quizzical look, laughed and ruffled the golden locks atop his head.  All at once his confusion dissipated.  He gave her hand a quick lick before padding away in search of stinky new smells. 

The cabin, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains, was so isolated that cell-phone reception, became a dream that never came true.  So Amy, a lover of antiques, had purchased an old rotary phone, from a local flea market; and hung it on the wall, beside the entrance that opened into a  small kitchen.  The entire cabin was small; other than the kitchen, it contained only 1 bedroom, a bath and a cozy den with a stone fireplace and a cedar mantle.  It was a perfect “weekend get-a-way” for her and Sky. 

Rudy barked, startling Amy.  He anxiously scratched at the screen door that led outside.  Thinking he had to pee, Amy opened the door to let him outside.  Simultaneously the phone hanging on the wall began to ring.  Amy knew it was Sky returning her call.  She picked it up on the third ring and immediately said into the receiver, “Hey babe!  It’s beautiful here!  You should see the snow!”  

The voice on the other end replied, “Amy, listen to me.  Lock the door!” 

Amy recognized Sky’s voice, but Rudy’s incessant barking garbled her message. 

“Damn it Rudy, hush up!” 

In response, Rudy’s barking deepened with guttural growls, making it impossible for Amy to hear Sky.

 “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back,” she said into the phone, and then laid it to rest on the wooden table, they used to eat their meals.  As Amy walked toward the screen door, the voice from the phone, begging her to not open the door, went unheard.   

The screen door squeaked when it opened.  Amy stepped outside, and stood on the wooden porch.  Rudy, only a few feet from her, crouched low and snarled baring his sharp canines.  Amy felt a wave of uneasiness, for she knew Rudy, her happy-go-lucky retriever, rarely growled.

Amy scanned the edge of the woods looking for anything that would explain her dog’s vicious transformation.  Seeing absolutely nothing, she knelt and began to coax Rudy to come to her. 

“Come on boy…it’s okay…” 

A shadow, flickered quickly past her peripheral vision, before she could turn to see what it was, Rudy lunged in her direction.  Gnashing teeth and a deafening BANG were last things Amy remembered. 

Afterwards, came darkness.

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Amy, cold and naked, hung from her shackles, her tears followed gravity’s path, to mingle with the earth below.  She tried to say Rudy’s name, but the duct tape, stretched tightly, across her mouth, sealed her lips shut.  She wondered what had happened to Rudy.

Amy did the only thing she could; she hung alone in the dark, a piece of meat, awaiting its captor.

She heard only the sounds of silence.

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to be continued…

(To Read Part 3 Visit Here)

Daily Prompt:  Heard

 

 

 

Amy’s Story: Part 1

2-rusty-shackleAmy opened her eyes to nothing, and she was confused.  She tried to bring her hands to her eyes thinking she could rub away the dark, but her hands were bound behind her back.  A wave of panic surged through her body.  She tried to scream but  could only mew like a kitten.  Her mouth was sealed with a sticky substance she knew to be duct tape.   Her breathing came hard and ragged in and out of her nose.  The sudden loss of carbon dioxide brought her to the brink of hyperventilation.  

Cold fear tightened around her neck and suffocation like the grim reaper threatened her life.  Knowing death was eminent, she tried to concentrate on slowing her breathing.  Again she tried to move but to no avail except for a slight sway back and forth.  To Amy’s horror she realized she was hanging upside down.  Warm liquid ran down her legs from her shackled ankles.  The shackles that bit into her skin had been tightened by a man three times her size.  The pain was almost unbearable and Amy did the only thing she could. Silent tears dripped to mix with the blood and cold earth below.  

Amy hung helpless like a piece of meat waiting for the butcher’s saw.

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He was confident she wouldn’t be able to escape.  The shackles he used were old but solid, and he had added a bit more force when clasping them to her ankles.  There was no way she could get out of them.  He hadn’t wanted to leave her but he had worked up an incredible appetite and he became grumpy when he was hungry.  He smiled at the thought, and looked at the spinach he sauteed and saw that it had reached perfection.   No, he didn’t like being grumpy; besides it was most important that he display his “good side” to his guest, hanging in the cellar.

Yes, he had already decided to play the perfect gentlemen.  He would be ever so kind and gentle as he cared for her wounds and afterward he would present a dinner cooked to perfection in honor of their first night together.   He reached for the steaks that had been marinating overnight.  The hot grill sizzled when both fillets kissed the iron.  God it smelled good.  He smiled knowing Amy would enjoy them.

He thought of Amy.  God she was beautiful.  Beautiful but not glamorous, and he liked it that way.  The first time he saw her in class he thought of Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island.  Her innocence had captivated him so much that he found it hard to concentrate on the lesson she taught.  After a while he got past her smile…she was always smiling, and settled in upon the content of her lesson.  Not only was she a “looker” but the lady could teach.  She taught through example, so the technique developed right before your eyes.  It was almost as if they were the only two in the room; he was oblivious to the other twenty-five who sat under her teaching.

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Amy floated in and out of consciousness as she hung in an old root cellar. Exhaustion and pain, from gravity, and her own, body weight, made even shallow breathing near to impossible. The vessels in her brain bulged heavy with blood, so no matter how hard she willed herself to stay awake, she eventually could do nothing but surrender to the darkness.

In those short waking moments, she tried to remember what had happened to bring her to this place of hell. Memory came and went in flashes, and the very moment she thought she understood, darkness clouded her mind and once again she fell into unconsciousness.  At first this was frustrating, but then, in a sick sort of way, it became a game of cat and mouse.  Amy conditioned herself to capture, hold, and tuck away every memory from each awakening moment.

Conscious once again, Amy began to sort the snippets of memory she had collected…a cabin…a phone call…Rudy… barking and growling…utter fear and confusion…  Slowly, ever so slowly, the pieces fell into place and Amy was able to remember the sequence of events that had led her here…

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to be continued…

(To continue visit Amy’s Story: Part 2)

Baby Monitor Madness

baby-monitor-02Hello Creepy Friends!

Has this ever happened to you?

There you are, in your bed, your head upon your pillow, you are warm, safe and are just about to fall into a sweet bliss, when a strange sound comes from the baby monitor, sitting beside you, on your night stand.

Is the baby awake?

Static?

Or…was it something malevolent…

a soft whisper…

the voice of a stranger?

I can’t imagine anything creepier; except for, perhaps…The scenario of coming to the realization…that the heavy breathing over the phone,  originates from someone hidden inside your house.

Yikes!

This year, we were shocked to discover, our Presidential Election had been compromised by Russian hackers; so I guess we shouldn’t be surprised to learn that our baby monitors can also be hacked.

However, put yourself in the shoes of these parents, and tell me how you would feel.

Read this: Sinister but True Baby Monitor Stories

Stay Creepy My Friends!

Daily Prompt:  Scent

Tempted: The Cookie Jar

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Photo from: Pinterest

The last thing Anna said before leaving was, “Keep your hands out of my cookie jar!”

I wanted to ask why, but being the compliant person I am, I smiled, kissed her on the nose and said, “Whatever you say dear,” and in turn, she kissed my forehead, ruffled my unkempt hair, and walked out the front door, on her way to work.

Work?

It’s funny, but even after all this time, I’m still unsure what she does “at work.”

Well…yes…of course we’ve discussed it, however, her answers were so vague, I was always left feeling flabbergasted.

I mean, really…what could one say to…

“Honey, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.  Honestly, the most I can say is, what I do is very important to human kind.  Sometimes, I may have to bring work home with me, but for your sake, it’ll be on the rare occasion.”  

I must have had an idiotic look upon my face, because she laughed wickedly, wooed me into her embrace and whispered, “C’mon darling, enough of this silly talk…make love to me…”

And that was the last time I asked about her “work.”

I stared at the closed-door, and began to laugh.  I couldn’t believe it, she had just left and I was already missing her.  Shaking my head, I walked back into the kitchen, and reached for the coffee pot.  The coffee was strong and black, just the way I liked it.  I sat at the bar, enjoying the bitterness in my cup, when my eyes rested upon the cookie jar.

“Keep your hands out of my cookie jar…”  she had said, just before she left.

“Damn!  I love your cookies!” 

Running my hand through unruly, red curls, I pushed the hair from my face, and wondered just why the hell I couldn’t have one.  I took another sip of coffee and thought about the last batch of cookies she had made.  Oh my god…they were warm, soft and chewy and filled with dark chocolate chips.  That night she and I had lain on a blanket, in front of the fire-place, and shared a whole plate full, along with one tall glass of milk.  I remember laughing at her “milk-stache,” her blushing, and me kissing it from her face.  We made love and afterwards finished off the rest of the cookies.

I took another swallow from my cup, knowing the bitterness would pair well with the sweetness in the cookie jar.

I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.  I reached for the cookie jar and pulled it forward to sit next to my coffee cup.  Slowly I lifted the lid, closed my eyes with anticipation, and slipped my other hand inside, to search for the prize.

At that very moment something clamped upon my hand.  I tried to pull it back, but it felt as if a million little needles had seized my flesh.  Excruciating pain radiated from my captured hand.  The pain traveled up my arm and settled upon the right side of my face.

Instinctively I slung my arm, and the cookie jar sailed across the room and didn’t stop until it crashed into the stone fireplace.  My eyes immediately went to the source of pain, and I saw a scaly creature attached to my hand.  Wild reptilian eyes stared at me, and its evil Cheshire grin, sunk beneath the softness of my flesh.  Oozing around each jagged tooth was a river of my blood.

Horrified at the sight, I let loose a blood curdling scream, and tried in vain to pull the monster off with my other hand.  Its response was to clamp even tighter, causing its teeth to crush the bones beneath.  The pain, more than I could bear, caused me to fall limp to the floor, at which point the creature began to ravenously  chew my hand.

Helpless, I felt myself slowly give way to unconsciousness, but before the darkness took me away, the front door opened…

“Damn it…not the cookie jar!”  

And as I faded into oblivion I thought I heard Anna’s whisper…

“Note to self…never bring your work home…never again…”

 

(In participation of today’s Daily Prompt:  Temptation)

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Photo from: Toyark 

Macabre Art-The Screamer

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Macabre Art Piece done by Lisa

Hello my Creepy Friends!  I sat up late last night working on this piece.  The original photograph I used for inspiration and template, (see below)  was a selfie taken of me goofing around after a substantial snowfall in New Hampshire.

My steps to creating this piece first began by making the photo black and white.   Then I opened it with the basic Paint program on my computer.  I started playing around with the color black by painting my hoodie to resemble a cloak.  Then I took the same black and darkened my eyes.  At this point it was pretty creepy.  Next I accentuated the wrinkles and lines in my face and did some shading around the eyes to create a gaunt appearance.  I decided to reshape the bone structure of my face with the hope of making it appear “skullish.” I did this by creating prominent cheek bones and narrowing the top of my head.  As I looked at my transitioning face, it reminded me of the Scream movies, so with that thought in mind I elongated my mouth and painted my tongue black.

I wanted to get rid of the background, so I opened the morphing face with an app called Phototastic Collage.  Using the “effects” and “light leaks” tools I came up with the screaming face above.  The face of course was still positioned in the middle.  At that point it looked good but something wasn’t quite right.  It was too centered and too symmetrical and not disturbing enough.  To rectify this, I dropped the face lower, wanting it to look as if it were peering at you from over the bottom of the frame.  I liked the outcome.  Lastly I named it and laid claim to it by signing my name at the bottom.

I hope it creeps you out as much as it does me!

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Selfie of me goofing around after a big snowfall.

 

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Macabre Art-Vampire Kitty

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Meet Jonesie!  Jonesie was our sweet rescue cat.  The beautiful tabby frequented the medical office where my wife use to work.  He would come around every day looking for a yummy bite to eat. After finding out he had no place to call his home, Corinne and I took the little rascal home to live with us.  We decided to name him Dr Jones because we love Harrison Ford in Indiana Jones and we found him at a “medical office”  …so “Dr” Jones seemed quite fitting. Eventually Dr Jones became Jonesie for short. In the photo above Jonesie was having a good roll after sunning under an autumn sun.  He was such a sweet fellow.  Unfortunately Jonesie has crossed the rainbow bring but we will never forget this handsome boy!

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Macabre Art #2: Dr Jones becomes Vampire Kitty

So this is the transformation of Dr Jones into “Vampire Kitty.”  I thought the original photo was quite interesting since his canine teeth were so prominent.  So using the photo as a template I created my Macabre Art piece number two.  I like to call it Vampire Kitty.  Dr Jones lives on!

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Macabre Art: 1

I’m a lover of all things Stephen King and Tim Burton.  For some reason I’ve always navigated toward the spooky…even as a child.  Most know I enjoy reading and writing horror, but only a select few know I delve into something I call Macabre Art.  Macabre Art is simply transforming my own photographs into something creepy.  Therefore, I’m going to indulge myself, by kicking off a new series entitled…of course… Macabre Art.

Each entry will be composed of my own photography that has been morphed into something weird, strange or creepy.  Also, the original photograph must be posted, along with a description and/or short story of no more than 200 words.

So without further ado, I present my very first piece of Macabre Art:  Eye of the Beholder

 

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One day I was extremely bored so I decided to take a selfie of my eyeball.  The original image habits the background and the morphed eye resides in the foreground.  Eyes darkened with only a large black pupil has always frightened me.

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