Amy’s Story: Part 6…Catapult into Death

Watcher in the Woods
Watcher in the Woods

Catapult into Death

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious, serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lies in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.  Now Amy sits on a couch, her naked body, covered with only a blanket.  Her captor hoovers over her, taunting her and beckoning her to look into the fire place, where he has thrown her clothes, to burn.] 

(To read Amy’s story from the beginning visit here)

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

Amy looked into the blaze, burning within the fireplace, in front of her.  There was no trace of the jeans or tee-shirt she’d worn earlier.  Obviously, they had burned to ash a long time ago.  As she gazed into the fire, she wondered what he would destroy next.

Before standing, he kissed her on top of the head, and said bluntly, “Dress for dinner, and I’ll not ask twice.  I worked my ass off to cook the perfect homecoming meal, and you will sit down, and you will eat it.”

Amy began to protest, but stopped when she saw the determination in his eyes.  Silently she chided herself, “…pick your battles Amy…control your damn temper…”

Standing up, from the  couch, the blanket, that covered her nakedness, fell to the floor.  Without taking her eyes from his, she slid the cotton dress over her head.  It slipped weightlessly over her body, the hem fell two inches below her knees.

“Can’t forget these,” he said, as he pulled something from the front pocket of his jeans.

In his hand, lay pair of white panties.  Without a word, she took them from his hand and attempted to put them on.  As she stepped into them, the fabric pulled across her bandaged ankles, smearing the blood that had seeped through.  Amy groaned against the pain, but never-the-less she persisted, to complete the task.

“Careful with those ankles,” he smiled and added, “God, I bet they hurt like a bitch…anything that ugly has got to hurt.”  With something akin to pity, he tilted his head, and murmured cloyingly sweet, “Awwww…if you’re a good girl, I’ll be a good boy and redress them later, and, perhaps, I’ll even give you something for the pain.”  He clucked his tongue three times and said, “…poor…. poor baby.”

Amy wanted to spit into his smirking face, but she didn’t.  Instead she glared into his eyes, revealing her hatred for him.

Pity fell from his face, and instantly, it donned a mask of rage.  He grabbed her upper arms and squeezed painfully.  “YOU. ARE. MINE.”  Then he shook her with such force that Amy felt her teeth chatter.  Inches from her face, with his nose almost touching hers, he yelled, “Accept the truth, and the truth will set you FREE!”

He pushed her backwards, but grabbed her before she fell to the floor, then he roughly shoved her into one of the straight back chairs, by the small wooden table, that he had set for two.  Amy would have fallen out of the chair, but he held her tightly, preventing another fall.  He walked behind her and pushed her chair under the table.  With a bit more control, he put his lips to her ear and said, “If he takes him another wife; her food, her raiment, and her duty of marriage, shall he not diminish…Exodus 21:10.  God is on my side…you can’t fight this.  I will decide what you wear, what you eat, and how you will perform your wifely duties.”

Leaving her there, he turned and walked to the kitchen counter to pour two glasses of red wine.  He sat one in front of Amy, and then put his glass, at his place setting across from her.  He picked up the empty plates, and once again turned to walk toward the counter.

She watched as he filled both plates with food, from the pans on the stove, and then he promptly turned the knobs to the left, to shut off the heat that had been keeping their dinner warm.

Playing the gentleman, he sat Amy’s plate down first, and followed by setting his own down, across from her.  Without a word, he slid into his chair, took his neatly folded napkin, and placed on his lap.  Then he looked at her and said with a God-like voice, “Shall we say, grace?”

Amy watched as his face contorted into a horrible grimace, which opened the chasm of his mouth, releasing a series of hysterical cackles.   The shrill laughter lasted, what seemed forever, and then, without warning, abruptly stopped.  The dead quiet, that followed, unnerved Amy.   She looked into the soulless eyes that stared at her, and a chill ran through her body.  She realized that in that particular moment, no one was home behind those eyes.    Then without warning, his stare refocused, and he broke the silence by saying, “Eat up love.  You’ll need your strength for later.”   And, just like that, within a second he went from soulless to caring.  The sudden change, actually caused Amy to feel dizzy, so she grasped the side of the table to settle her vertigo.

He picked up a knife and fork, cut into the steak in from him, and put it in his mouth.  He chewed the meat slowly and swallowed, then cut into the steak again, and followed suit, but, this time, he washed it down with a large gulp of wine.

Amy felt bile rise within her throat, and she seriously thought she would throw up.  He, oblivious to her plight, encouraged her sweetly, “Come…come my love, eat your dinner…we have lots yet to do tonight.”

Amy looked down at her plate, and noticed she had no silverware.

He tapped a napkin to both corners of his mouth, and continued sweetly, “Poor Amy has no silverware…what’s a girl to do…hmmmmm?  I’m not so sure I can trust you with a knife and fork.  God forbid you’d stick me, rather than, the food in your plate.  Perhaps soon, you will gain my trust.  I’m sure, some day, we will both look back, and laugh at this, our present conundrum.   It may be demeaning, but, for the time being, you’ll have to eat with your hands.”  He pointed to her steak.  “Now pick it up and eat.”

Fighting an urge to gag, Amy whispered, “I’m not hungry.”

“What did you say?”

Again, she whispered, “I’m not hungry.”

“Forgive me…but it sounded like you said, you weren’t hungry…”

Amy looked at him, and, this time, repeated it loud and very clear… “I said…I’M. NOT. HUNGRY.”

He leaned forward, and grabbed both sides of the table.  “Do you know what happens to little girls who don’t clean their plates?” He left no pause for her answer.  “They get punished…” he continued, “…is that what you want…huh…?  Is it?  Is it, Amy?”

Amy’s anger grew hot at his prodding.  She slammed both hands on the table, causing the dishes to rattle and yelled, “Punished?  What the hell do you call being strung up and held captive for hours, in a shitty-smelling, dark hole!  Slight of death, I’m not so sure it’s possible to top that!”

Through gritted teeth he answered, “Believe me…it can ALWAYS get worse…don’t try me, Amy…”

Amy leaned forward, and vehemently said, “I don’t want your fucking food!”  Then she leaned even closer, “I want to know what you’ve done with my  dog!”

At the mention of Rudy, a sinister smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

“Ruuuuuudy…” he taunted, as if calling for him.

“Ruuuuuuuudy…”

“…where are you Ruuuuuuudy?  Mommy’s worried about you Ruuuuuuuudy…”

Without warning, he flipped the table over.  Amy cringed from the sound of shattering dishes, and the table tumbling across the floor.  He grabbed her by the hair, and painfully penned her against his body.

He snarled, “Do you really want to know what happened to your damn dog?  I don’t think you do, but here goes…” “I shot poor Ruuuuuuuudy, and then the mangy mutt fell dead at my feet, where I gave him a kick, for good measure.  Then I tasered you…you bitch!”  He paused only a second, “…and do you want to know what you did?  You pissed your pants like an animal, so I strung you up like an animal.  You disgust me!”  Then he pushed her backwards, and she fell to the floor

Tears of pain, both physical and emotional, ran down Amy’s face.  Her heart broke into a hundred pieces at the thought of Rudy being dead.  In desperation she screamed, “You’re lying, you son-of-a-bitch, you’re lying!  My dog is NOT dead.”

He grabbed her by one of her bloody ankles and began pulling her across the floor, and down a narrow hall.

“Everyone you know is going to die.  First, Rudy, and soon, Sky!”

He stopped, by a small door, only 4 foot tall.  Its rusty hinges screeched in protest, but with great strength, he pushed the door open, to reveal the contents inside.  The room was empty, save for a sleeping bag and a five-gallon bucket.  He stooped as he entered, as not to hit his head, but once inside, was able to stand upright, since the room’s ceiling spanned the height of at least 10 feet.  He tossed Amy on the sleeping bag, then turned, and ducked once again, to clear the entrance way.  From the hallway he said, “I will be gone for long intervals at a time, use the bucket to relieve yourself.”  Amy heard the door close, the lock slide into place, and then his footsteps descending down the hall.

Alone in the dark, Amy curled into a fetal position, and cried for Rudy and Sky.

***

Sky’s heart sank.  The sight before her caused her to stop dead in her tracks.  A lump, of what looked like golden fur, lay beneath the boughs of the fir tree ahead.  Sky knew it was Rudy.  She willed herself to move forward, once she saw it was Rudy, she fell into the snow, beside her dying dog

She leaned over him gently, and put her arms around his quivering frame.  The bloody  snow beneath him, soaked into the sleeves of her hoodie, but Sky didn’t give a damn.  She held her dog, and sobbed.

She heard him whimper, so, she pulled far enough away, to look into his eyes.  His brown eyes were almost glazed over, but then they focused on Sky’s face.  When he recognized her, his whimpers turned into pitiful cries.  Sky’s heart broke into a million pieces.  She held him close and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay, Rudy…it’s going to be okay.”

Sky did her best to sooth him, but still he cried.  She pulled away, once again, so Rudy could see her face. His brown eyes connected with her blue eyes, and in that moment, she knew he was trying to tell her about Amy.

“It’s Amy…isn’t it…?  Are you trying to tell me about Amy?”

At the sound of Amy’s name, his cries grew louder.

Tears streamed down Sky’s face, and she gently pulled him to her, she whispered, “I’m worried about Amy too.”  Sky felt his body relax, as if he knew she understood.

Sky buried her face into Rudy’s neck, “I’m going to get our Amy…and…I’m going to…to…bring her home…”  She silently cried into his fur, and cried all the more, as she felt his breathing slow, and then his body go limp in her arms.

After a long moment of silence, Sky laid Rudy’s body back upon the snow.  Her heart ached, knowing how cold he must be.  She rubbed and kissed his head, “I love you, Rudy…I love you…go to sleep now…it’s going to be…okay.”

Sky stood and looked down at her dog.  His eyes were closed and he was still breathing, but barely.    She reached around and pulled the revolver from the back of her jeans.  She couldn’t bare to see him suffer any more.

***

(Conclusion to follow soon)

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Amy’s Story: Part 5

(Daily Prompt: Massive)
Massive problems are solved, one small step at a time.

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(To read from beginning:  Amy’s Story: Part 1)

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lays in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.]  

Rudy had tried his best to save Amy, but his attempts lay waste, due to the bullet lodged deep in his right shoulder.  As much as he had tried, he now lay motionless.  A light dusting of snow, from the fir branches above, covered his body.  A blanket of white, stained only, by the blood oozing from his dying heart.

As Rudy lay there, with his eyes closed, his life began to flash before him, in cinematic grandeur.  As scene one opened, the sight of his mother, Abigail, caused him to whimper.   Through the years his memories of her had faded, but now, once again, he saw her through puppy eyes…

Rudy gazed into the brown eyes, of a beautiful Golden Retriever, named Abigail.  Oblivious of the name given her by humans, Rudy touched his nose to her nose, and knew her only as mama. 

It had been long day, for Rudy, without his litter-mates.  He was confused, and wondered where they were.  At least he still had mama, he thought, and snuggled into the warmness of her fur.  This was his favorite spot.  The rhythmic beat coming from her heart, comforted him, and as always, like a lullaby, eased him to sleep.

Rudy was roused from his peaceful sleep by the sound of humans close by.

“Well, we only have one left; the runt, but you’re welcome to take a look-see at him.  Come on in here…uh…what’d you say your name was…?”

“Sky.  My name is Sky.” 

“Okay, Sky, come on in here.  I like to keep the bitches, and their pups in the barn when it’s this cold outside.  I’d hate for them to get cold.”

Human-talk, was gibberish to Rudy; so he snuggled closer to mama’s heart, and buried his head in her warm golden fur.  Before sleep could claim him, Rudy felt himself being lifted by gentle hands.  He opened his eyes, and looked down at the face of woman with blue eyes, and blonde spiky hair.  Rudy yawned, blinked his eyes, and looked once again, into the face of the human holding him.  This time, he noticed, she had a big smile upon her face.   She pulled him closer and kissed him on his wrinkled brow. 

“Oh my God…he’s perfect!”  

Human-gibberish again, thought Rudy, but he didn’t mind;  he licked the human on her nose, and thought, she smells good. 

Sky laughed at the puppy’s slobbery kiss, and pulled him closer. 

“So, how soon can I take him home?” Sky asked, feeling the warm bundle of fur wiggle beneath her chin. 

“Well, if you got the money, you can take him home today.”

“Oh, I got the money, all right!”

“Well, okay then!  Just put him back in there with his mama, and follow me to the office.  Watch-ya step, there’s a couple of poop piles I’ve not gotten to yet.”

Sky kissed Rudy again, and put him back beside Abigail, who was now looking up,  sitting on her haunches, and wagging her tail. 

“My gosh, Abigail, you are pretty!” 

Sky patted the top of Abigail’s head, and then turned to follow the man wearing denim overalls. 

“Hey, where ya going?” barked Rudy.  He jumped up to place his paws on the wire fence separating him from the humans.  His little tailed wagged so fast it created a small dust cloud, as it brushed back and forth over the dirt floor. 

***

Rudy lay on the car seat, beside Sky, and cried.  The seat beneath him was cold, the smells around him unfamiliar, and worst of all, his mama was nowhere to be seen.  The lady beside him was nice enough, but he missed his mama’s heartbeat, her brown eyes and the warmth of her fur. 

“Mama…mama…” He barked shrilly. “Where are you, mama?”

Sky placed a reassuring hand on him and crooned, “It’s okay little fellow…it’s going to be all right…I promise.”

Human gibberish, thought Rudy, and even though the warmth from the human’s hand was comforting, he barked even louder, “Mama…mama…mama…” 

Finally the car stopped, and the human got out, and closed the door.  He was alone but a few seconds, when the car door beside him opened.  He saw the human squat, so that she was eye level.  Once again his listened to human gibberish. 

“Okay, little fellow, now’s the time for you to perform magic.”  

Rudy cocked his head, and looked at the human with a confused expression.  The human laughed, rubbed his head and continued her gibberish. 

“Here’s the plan.  When the front door opens, you will mesmerize her with those gorgeous, chocolate eyes of yours.”

 “Okay?” 

“You see, I’ve done something stupid, and once again I’m in hot water with my girlfriend, and you , my little one, are the prettiest olive branch I could find.”

“Let’s hope, Amy thinks so too…”

Rudy cocked his head the other way, trying to understand, and once again the human laughed.  In spite of his homesickness, the happiness of her laugher made him feel a little better.  And then, he felt her lift him, from the cold seat, and pull him against her, for a warm hug.  Rudy’s  “happy-meter,” tilted a tad more to the right, and he began wagging his tail.

At the door, the human pressed a button, not once, but twice.  After a moment, they both heard footsteps on the other side.  Rudy felt himself lifted higher, and the human hid her face behind him, and whispered, “Okay, little fellow, now’s the time.  Do your magic…” 

The door opened, and Rudy saw Amy for the first time.  He looked into Amy’s shocked, brown eyes, and thought, “She has the same eyes as mama !”  In that instant, Rudy’s homesickness vanished, and peace took its spot.  He knew he was home, and always would be, with Amy. 

The magical spell was broken, by the voice of the human, behind him.   

“Amy…I’m so sorry…”

Amy, captured within Rudy’s spell, ignored Sky, and took the golden bundle, pulled him to her, and hugged him tenderly. 

Sky, stood in the doorway and smiled; confident, her plan had been a success. 

***

The mental image of Amy, caused a dying Rudy, to gasp for air, and the mental flashes of his life ceased.  His eyes opened, and to see the fir branches, waving above him.  For a moment, he wondered where when he was at, and then the events of the past hour came to  him.

He remembered he had been on the porch, sniffing, searching for squirrels, when he caught the scent of someone close by.  The scent was vaguely familiar, he couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he had smelled it before.

As Rudy lay in snow, he thought about the events that had led him here…

His gut lurched and he knew danger was near.  A waft of air ruffled Rudy’s hair, and he lifted his nose to it, trying to get a better whiff.  His nostrils filled with the scent of the stranger, and Rudy realized he knew stranger.  He had met this man before, and he clearly remembered disliking him; from day one, Rudy knew this man to be evil.    He had tried to warn Amy, by growling and barking, but she had scolded him, and put him in another room.  Rudy remembered laying  with his nose pressed to the opening, at the bottom of door, until the evil man had left and until he knew Amy to be safe. 

And now, as he stood on the cabin’s porch, he took one more sniff, just to confirm his suspicion. Rudy felt the hairs of his back rise, and he realized it was indeed the same evil man. 

Rudy began to bark and growl viciously, trying to warn Amy to stay inside, and then to Rudy’s horror,  Amy opened the door and stepped outside.  In the same instant, the evil man came around the corner of the cabin, and ran to grab Amy from behind.  Rudy saw something in the man’s hand, and knew it was meant to hurt Amy.  Without hesitation, Rudy lunged forward, but in mid flight, he heard an explosion, saw a flash of light, and then felt something hit him.  Whatever it was, it hit him so hard, he fell to floor at Amy’s feet. 

The memory of Amy in danger, sent a surge of adrenalin through Rudy’s body, and from its strength, Rudy tried to stand.  He stood but for a moment, until intense pain wracked his body, causing him to fall back into the snow.  Upon impact, Rudy cried out against the pain.

Again he tried to stand, and once again his body felt horrible pain; however, this time Rudy refused to lay down.  Instead he thought of Amy, and somehow he found the strength to take a step.

One slow step at a time, Rudy followed, the snow-mobile tracks that led to Amy.

***

The watch on her arm, told Sky she had been following the trail for at least an hour.

She followed two paths simultaneously; one from a snow-mobile and the other left by Rudy’s bloody paw prints.  She noticed, the farther they went, the bloodier they were.

Sky wiped away the tears, that ran down her face.  She knew Rudy was losing too much blood, and so, she braced herself, for the body, she knew she would soon find.

Sky pulled her hoodie snuggly over her head, but it did little to combat the gusts of cold wind.  The cold reminded her of the cool steel, pressed against the small of her back.  The gun’s coldness comforted her.

A month ago, she had purchased two revolvers, without Amy’s knowledge.   She didn’t tell Amy, because she knew, Amy frowned upon the idea of a gun in the house.

Sky hid one gun at home, within a box of her personal mementos, that sat upon the top shelf, of her bedroom closet.  She knew Amy would never look there.  The other gun, the one at the cabin, she had hid under the mattress, on her side of the bed.

Sky was a little less confident of that particular hiding place, but the cabin was small, with no closets.  She had pondered, somewhere in the kitchen, but Amy was the cook, and so, that option had been “shot down” from the get go.  In spite of the circumstances, Sky couldn’t help but smile at the corny pun.

Sky wrestled often with the guilt of keeping the secret from Amy; after all, it had been that very thing, that had almost ended their relationship, a few years ago.  Silently Sky thanked Rudy, because of him, Amy’s heart was softened, and so she had agreed to give Sky another chance.

Sky soothed her conscience, by telling herself, the guns were for Amy’s protection.  She just hoped, Amy would feel the same way when the truth came to light.  At the time, Sky felt she had no other choice, especially after Amy had been beaten, and almost raped.  Sky was willing to risk their relationship in order to save Amy’s life.

 Sky lifted one painful foot from the deep snow, and then the other.  Amy’s borrowed, and too-small boots, rubbed against the back of her feet, causing two large blisters to appear.  She grimaced with each step, but never slowed pace; her eyes fixed upon the tracks ahead of her.  Sky was determined to get to Amy.

“Hang on baby…I’m coming.”

Her words fell empty to the desolate forest surrounding her.

***

Amy’s body still ached, from hanging hours in a dark, cold cellar.  She sat on the couch thanking god for the blanket, and the heat radiating, from the fireplace before her.   Alone in the room, she wondered where he had gone, and when he would be back.  He, after tenderly wrapping her bloody ankles, had stood abruptly, and without a word, walked out the front door.  Like a flip of a switch, his demeanor had changed from gentle nurturer, to cold stranger.

Amy looked around the room.  The log walls of the cabin were chinked, with what had once been red clay.  Its hues had faded over time, it was cracked, and in some areas it was crumbled enough to let in the cold air from outside. The only window in the room was hid by a large piece of plywood, that had been nailed to the wall.  Amy counted the nail heads.  There were only four, one in each corner.  Amy felt confident, it given the opportunity, she would be able to prise it from the wall.  She studied the front door.  It was solid wood, with a brass door knob and it fastened by a set of brass deadbolts.  Just above the deadbolts, hung a heavy chain, about a foot long, and parallel on the door post beside,  hung another chain, with an open pad-lock, swinging from the last link.

The door suddenly opened, and her captor walked inside.  He shut the door quickly, but not quick enough to keep out a rush of cold air.  Amy watched as he locked both deadbolts, and then linked the heavy chains together and secured them with the padlock.

 He turned to see Amy watching, and he gave her his best smile.

“See Amy, we’re safe and sound.  Nothing can get in, and nothing can get out, without my permission.”

He covered the distance between them in three steps, pulled something from his hip pocket, and tossed it on her lap.

“Put these on.”

Amy looked at a white, cotton gown, picked it up, and handed it back to the man, towering over her.

“Where are my clothes?”  She asked defiantly.

He squatted in front of her, and slide both hands under the blanket to rest upon her bare knees.   Amy tried to pull away, but he squeezed her so tightly, she couldn’t move.  He leaned in to her until his face was only inches from hers.

“Are you referring to the filth you wore earlier today?” He said this through gritted teeth.

Amy almost opened her mouth to answer, but the evil in his eyes, warned her to keep her mouth shut.

“Amy…my dear sweet Amy…”  He laughed.

“I threw your whore rags into the fire place…”  Again he laughed.

“Are they keeping you warm….hmmm?”

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

***

…to be continued…


 

 

 

 

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…

***

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.

***

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.

***

to be continued…

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Daily Prompt:  Heard

 

 

 

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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Haunted Circus

maxresdefaultCircus Circus was built-in 1968.  Unfortunately the owner, Jay Sarno, failed to build an accommodating hotel and so there was very little incentive to lure in high rollers.  As a result the casino quickly fell into financial trouble.    Sarno, tried to rectify his mistake by borrowing an extra 23 million dollars, however, the loan came with ties to the Chicago mob.  This mob-related endeavor built the hotel but it also put Sarno within the cross-hairs of the authorities.  Sarno, wracked with fear, finally sold his casino/hotel in 1974.  Since then Circus Circus has undergone many expansions and today it as recognized as one of the most iconic casinos in Las Vegas.

Be that as it may, if you find yourself in Vegas and are so inclined to stay at Circus Circus you would be wise to stay far away from certain rooms.   Loud cries for help and screams of bloody murder are often heard coming from rooms 123, 230, 576, and 203.  Many through the years have fallen from their room window to their deaths below.  The lady in room 123, shot out the brains of her son before turning the gun upon herself.  Of course she and her son are said to haunt the room and walk the hallways.

So tourist, beware…

Stay Creepy My Friends!

Haunted Circus is in participation with today’s prompt circus.

(From http://paranormalistics.blogspot.com/:  Las Vegas – Circus Circus – loud cries for help are herd in the poker rooms and also rooms 123 230 576 and 203 in the bathroom at night you here the words help me and screaming bloody murder that they want help also a 76 year old man that worked there for 20 years claims that 3 people were killed in the kitchen on the same night  and the lady in room 123 shoot her and her little boys brains out and ever since then the little boy and his mom haunts the place looking for there husband/dad and anyone with same name as Robert and has black hair gets murdered and hung from the ceiling)

Siren’s Song

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Max’s stare was blank but his body was filled with longing.  Her song was the epitome of desire.  In all of his 50 years, Max had never heard anything to compare.

The first time it had happened, Max had been suffering from insomnia.  Sleep, always his distant friend, remained aloof long into the witching hours, and so, out of utter boredom, he had done the unthinkable…. he had walked barefoot to an empty dock, boarded his Irish Lady and taken her out into the calm sea waters.  Max knew sailing alone, especially in the dead of night, wasn’t the smartest thing to do; however a stifling loneliness prodded him to  curse all warnings and tuck them away into the deepest recess of his mind.

At first, all was quiet, save for  the wind’s gentle tug on the mainsail and the small waves kissing the sides of the Irish Lady.  With the waters so calm, Max relaxed by the rudder and enjoyed his cigar without interruption.  Nearing the end of the smoke another sound began to mingle among the wind and waves.  The mé·nage à trois slowly married and became  a sweet seductress caressing and whispering within his ear.

At first, Max wondered if another boat was near, but a quick 360 proved that he and his Irish Lady were the only ones upon the water.  As the song grew louder, he relaxed and was eventually enveloped within the soprano’s beautiful serenade.  The woman’s voice was soft and gentle and even though Max knew it to be strange he felt no fear, only a peaceful sense of longing.

“Strange…” he whispered, “so…so strange.”

The Siren’s song warmed him and put him in a blank trance  until it slowly left as it had come, leaving only the sounds of the wind and waves.  Max had stayed out another hour hoping to hear her voice again but it never came.  Disappointed he turned his Irish Lady and went home.  The moonlight sail proved cathartic, for he had slept like a baby once he was home and under the covers of his bed.

Max went out every night for the rest of the week and sure enough he was rewarded with his sweet siren’s song.  Never, not even once, had he any inkling  to jump overboard into the arms of some beautiful bare breasted mermaid.  Just the opposite, he laughed, her voice had made him feel warm and completely safe.

Fearing he was losing his mind, Max had promised that each night would be the last, only to break the promise the following night.  And so, here he was, once again, sailing under the milky way awaiting the siren’s song.  With each night his desire to hear her grew until tonight it was a consuming fire begging to be quenched.  Minutes faded into hours with no sign of his siren.   Max, unwilling to give up, continued to sail the dark waters like a mad animal ravenous for his prey.  Finally it became obvious that his siren was not coming.     Utter loneliness squeezed his heart so hard it physically hurt, but he had  no other choice but to turn the Irish Lady and head back home.

Max went straight to bed but once again sleep was a stranger. He lay awake in his bed watching the breeze flutter the curtains of the open bedroom window.  He was filled with the fear that he’d never hear his siren again.

“Why hadn’t she come?” he whispered into the nothingness.

Faintly…ever so faintly a voice…her voice… like a whisper drifted through the open window.   His heart quickened, and  quickened all the more, when he realized her song was gradually getting louder. Finally she sang to him right outside his window and just as it had been upon the water her voice soothed him.

Entranced he lay there listening until her song came to an end..  At first he was afraid she had gone but then he heard her breathing and he knew she was still there.  He thought it impossible but her breath outside his window was sweeter than her song.  Gradually her whispers of breath became heavier and huskier until his siren sounded like a woman consumed with orgasmic pleasure.  Max filled with need and he wanted her to come inside and slip beneath the covers with him.  Somehow he knew she couldn’t come inside until he offered an invitation.

He was about to beckon, only to be interrupted by her moaning…

“…Max…I came for you, I came for you upon the waters, but I couldn’t find you.  My heart hurt… my soul cried, and my body ached for you… and so, I have come to you, Max…please…please bid me come in…”

Max, throbbing with the pain of desire, could wait no longer, said, “Come to me.”

The screen that separated her from his room began to tear slowly from top to bottom.   Max looked for her presence, but could see no one, only the slow rending of the screen. Once it  reached its decent a head flowing with long black hair slowly emerged.   Max strained to see her face, however, it was downcast so that her hair fell forward and long. The figure climbed through the window and then stood naked within the moon’s glow. Her long hair fell strategically to cover her breasts and cascaded over her body to hide everything but the perfect rounding of her hips and the length of her legs.  Standing like this she didn’t move and  Max wondered if he should go to her; however, as if she heard his thought, she began to slowly move toward him.  Once at the foot of the bed she stopped to stand silently, her hair, still covering her face, had parted just enough to expose the nipple and swell  of her left breast.  Feeling as if he could wait no longer, Max begged her to come to him.  Once the plea left his mouth she disappeared.  He presumed she had vanished until he felt the rustle of the sheets around his feet, and he knew she was about crawl underneath the covers. Slowly he felt her womanly body inch its way over his until she lay full upon him.  Her body was warm and soft and she eased her softness over his hardness until he was totally consumed within her flesh.    She began to slowly move upon him.and he thought he would die.  Consumed in desire he arched upward and ran his hands over her buttocks, up the small of her back, and ever upward until they held each side of her head. .  His fingers entangled within her hair and slowly he was able to push it up and over her face, and in that instant his siren let out a blood curdling scream.  Max opened his tightly closed eyes and saw a hideous hag writhing in pleasure above him.  Her mouth, unhinged hung long and low, and rocked side to side like a metronome.  Horrified he watched as her jaw stretched even longer so that he looked down the black bottomless pit of her throat.  Feeling the pull this dark abyss, Max  looked to his siren’s eyes to beg for mercy, but her bulbous eyes were even blacker than the pit and he knew they contained no mercy.  Unimaginable pain wracked his body as he felt himself shrivel to a liquid that poured down her throat.  The hag hungrily drank every portion of him until all that was left was damp spot upon sheets.

Slowly the hag’s sagging mouth closed and turned into lips the color of rose buds; and her black eyes grayed and morphed  until they were the color of the Mediterranean Sea.  A beautiful naked women left Max’s bed, drifted through the torn screen and disappeared into the sea mist  that lay beyond.