CONTENT WARNING
Mentions of Confinement, including Kidnapping. Violence, Murder, Torture, and Gore are present in this story.
A blood-curdling scream echoed into the tightly bound gag within her mouth as the knife slowly dug into her stomach. Blood spilled like paint from the wound, gushing out as the knife continued to cut past the skin, opening the belly more fully. Her gagging became gurgling as intestines spilled from the wound in a gruesome display of horrific disgust. Her eyes, bloodshot and filled with tears, widened as she started to feel numb.
Dark, bloody hands dug into the wound, pulling at the intestinal tubes like they were confetti. More and more pulled from the wound as if there was no end to them. The woman’s hands jerked tightly against the chair they were bound to. Red, grisly marks cut at her wrist where she was tied. A similar pattern had formed around her ankles, where they too were bound to the chair. However, now they were soaked in blood and slick to the touch.
Lifting the intestines upward, the man laid them over his neck as if they were a scarf while the woman helplessly watched in abhorrent terror. He leaned into her face as she continued sucking air through the gag. A grisly smile crossed his thin lips as he raised the knife up to her cheek and carefully laid it just under her eye. He applied steady but firm pressure, just enough to seriously threaten with the blade that it could start slicing into flesh. She weakly turned her head to the side, trying to pull away from the knife. Her mind reeled in confusion. ‘Those were her intestines around his neck. Why was she still alive? How was she still alive?’ These questions only lingered a moment before the sharp pain of the knife slid under her lower eyelid and back behind the eye.
Whatever fight she had left jolted to life at that moment, she gave a frightfully horrified scream into the gag and violently jerked at the bindings holding her, then darkness. Her body slumped into the chair; either from panic or the pain of it all finally did her in. He didn’t care which it was. He dug into her eye socket until he could feel the eyeball against the blade. With a few careful taps, he plucked it from the socket and watched it hang down along her cheekbone. Blood ran down her cheek like rapidly falling tears as he cut the cords and let the eye drop into his hand.
What took place over the next thirty minutes was so beastly, so detestable and gruesome that words could not do it justice. After wrapping her intestines around his neck like a scarf, he began to remove body parts, her feet and hands first, then her legs just above the knee, and her arms just above the elbow. He finished by removing the thighs from their socket and the arms as well, leaving a gutted torso and head, which he also removed.
With the body disassembled, he began bringing the parts upstairs and outside to the front porch. She was heavier than he expected her to be. She was such a small woman in life; it was surprising just how heavy she actually was. After nearly fifteen minutes of back-and-forth trips, he managed to get all the parts to the outside porch.
The neighborhood was rural, and this house was located at the back end of a Cul-de-sac. It was a nice family home and even had a small picket fence. A two-car garage sat to the left side of the building, and a welcome mat was in front. It was Halloween, and the home reflected this also. Carved family pumpkins were lined along the walkway with plastic skeletons and cobwebs in the yard.
It wasn’t full dark yet, and the man had a little time before the children started flooding the streets. Opening the garage as if he had done it a hundred times before, he stepped in without even bothering to look around and grabbed a broom, then broke it just above the sweeper. He followed that up by repeating this with a mop. With the two sticks in hand, he walked back to the porch and started with the torso. From the neck now fully exposed, he rammed the broom handle into the socket and pushed hard until he felt it pop out the other end of her torso. Lying the body on its back, he worked the handle down until only the top portion remained exposed above the neck.
Then, with the same callous carelessness he used on her neck, he shoved the mop handle into one of her arm sockets and continued to shove until it came out the other side, effectively making a T with her torso. He dragged the torso out into the yard and lifted it upward, so it hung like a cross. Had it not been for the horizontal handle through her arms, the body would have immediately sunk to the ground, but because of that handle, it did not.
Once the body was secure on the ground, he began slowly putting pieces of the body around the torso, like a grim display for all to gaze upon. After nearly ten minutes of positioning and repositioning, he finally settled on good enough and walked over, grabbing a few handfuls of the fake cobwebs spread out across the yard, then he moved back to the grisly display and started lacing the cobwebs around the area.
The man finished with his dark deeds, walked back into the home, and into one of the restrooms, washing his hands until they were clean. He gazed into the mirror, seeing his body, face, and arms, and even his legs and feet covered in blood. It made him smile just a little wider at how frightening he looked. The doorbell rang, and the man turned and walked back to it.
Just to the right of the door was a bowl of candy. The man slipped the woman’s eyeball into his mouth but was careful not to bite down; he just held it there like a prop between his teeth as he leaned in to open the door when a voice called out. “Matty, come over here right now.” Damn, that took less time than he thought. He had hoped at the very least to have a few trick-or-treaters before the game was up.
Rushing to the back of the house, the man ripped the sliding door open and ran outside, the intestines still clinging to his neck, but the eye he spat out. He jumped the back fence as a woman called out from inside her home. “What on earth was that?” She turned to face her back door when the man rushed across her yard and jumped into another.
This time, there was a family Barbecue in the backyard. There were two adults, one male, one female, and a dog. The dog barked and rushed toward the man, a small poodle of some kind. The man walked closer to the neighbor. “Rick, is that you?” The neighbor asked.
“Yes, Mr. Harris, it’s me, sorry to startle you, I’m just trying to get away without mom throwing a fit.”
“That’s quite the costume you have. Nearly scared me and Martha half to death.”
“Sorry about that. Mind if I slip past you and head out front?”
“Wait, that’s not a Halloween Costume…”