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| Guilt Kills; Short story | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 10 2008, 03:28 PM (127 Views) | |
| Wirtjr | Sep 10 2008, 03:28 PM Post #1 |
The Train Conductor to Hell
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There has always been a mysterious power linked to emotions. A single emotion can create life… Or it can end it. This story focuses on the latter part, the single emotion that caused a life to cease. And the emotional backlash that destroyed the four people who committed this heinous crime… It started on the day a suspected murderer was declared innocent. This man, Jared Jenkins, was accused of killing a woman named Hilary Jackson. This woman’s husband, daughter, and son were positive that he had killed her. They were infuriated when they heard this man would be set free… So they decided to take the law into their own hands. On Halloween night, when the moon was shining brightly, they busted down the door to Jared’s house. The vengeful family members beat the man into submission in his bedroom. He cried that he was innocent, and that he had never even seen Hilary. But the pitiless family did not believe him. They dragged him out of his house kicking and screaming. They wrapped his bed sheet around his neck, and then proceeded to hang him. An instant before his death, Jared cried out “This will come back to haunt you! I swear it!” Then there was a horrible snapping sound, and he hung limply from the tree… The family left him where he hung. Their vengeance was satisfied. They felt Hilary could finally rest in peace. Three days later, the husband read in the paper that the real killer had confessed to the crime of killing his wife. For the next year, guilt blanketed the family like a blanket. They had killed an innocent man. A year went by, and the family tried to get on with their lives. But that night on Halloween, on the anniversary of their worst moment, when the moon was shining bright, something malevolent rolled into town. The fog came as if called. It moved as if it was guided. It didn’t linger for long in any one place, until it got to the home of the Jackson’s. It settled over the house, and the family inside frowned as their dreams suddenly turned into nightmares. Henry, the son laid in bed, dreaming of being the star soccer player in his school. He ran through the field unhindered by the other team. Why even try against him? He was the best! He kicked the ball, and it rocketed towards the goal. But the instant before the ball entered the goal, a giant hand swooped down and picked it out of the air. Henry stared in shock as the largest man he had ever seen appeared out of nowhere. “What’s the matter Henry?” The giant rumbled. “The game was getting a bit too easy for you. The coach decided to go to the bench.” He crushed the ball between his forefinger and thumb, and pulled out a ball the size of the world’s largest ball of yarn. “Come on Henry, eyes on the ball.” The giant laughed. He dropped the ball and kicked it at him. Henry tried to get out of the way, but before his brain could translate the nerve impulses into actual movement the ball hammered into him like a train. It didn’t stop when it hit him either, the ball kept going, and soon it smashed Henry between it and the wall. Henry felt his bones break on impact. He let out a gasp of air, and as the darkness closed in around him, he saw that the giant looked familiar. “You!” That was all Henry could say before he shuffled off this mortal coil. Leon’s dream changed the same instant as Henry’s. The fog seemed to grow in strength as the emotions the family felt changed from warm contentment to cold fear. Leon, the father, dreamt that his wife was still alive. Their lives had never changed. They were happy and content, and had no care in the world. His daughter was graduating from high school, and his son was the star athlete of the town. Life could not get any better for them. Leon looked out the window as he sipped on his morning cup of orange juice. “Looks like it’s going to rain today.” He murmured as he read the paper. The headline of the paper was “Is Guilt Lethal?” The article in the newspaper was written by a man named… Jared Jenkins? Where had he heard that name before? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember. But it sounded familiar. There was a scarlet flash in the sky, followed seconds later by a deafening clasp of thunder that shook the house to its very foundations. Rain started pelting the ground so hard that it made indentions in the ground. The wind howled. It literally howled out words, “I’LL DESTROY YOUR WORLD LIKE YOU DID MINE!” The wall was ripped off by the winds, and Leon saw that the storm had a face! The storm’s eyes were lightning, as was its mouth. “IT STARTS WITH HER!” The storm howled. The storm cloud stretched and became the shape of a hand. It reached into the house and then the cloud withdrew itself. It held Leon’s wife in his hand. The wind battered the woman, it blew so hard it scoured flesh from her body. The storm threw the woman into its mouth, where lightning incinerated her instantly. “NOW YOU GET YOURS!” The storm surged into his home. And the wind blew him around like a leaf. He slammed against the walls, and floor of his house. All the while the storm laughed at his pain. Then suddenly Leon realized where he had heard that name! The storm looked just like him too. Leon screamed and screamed as Jared struck him again and again with lightning. Soon what was left of his smoking body was dropped to the ruin of his kitchen floor. Jeri, the daughter, dreamt of floating peacefully in the ocean waters. The sun was high above her, and she drifted happily as she watched her boyfriend dive into the waters beside her. Nothing was wrong here. Everything was right in the world. Suddenly the sun vanished from the sky, and the warm bath-like ocean water became cold and slimy, like that of a swamp. Jeri yelped at the sudden change of temperature, and she looked around wildly. She was in a swamp. The swamp water bubbled occasionally, and she felt a snake swim by her ankle. “Jacky?” She called. “Where are you?” Her boyfriend made no answer. She moved through the swamp, trying to find the shore. She couldn’t find it though. The further she went, the colder and darker the waters became. And there was a cold dank fog enveloping her. “Is anyone there?” She called out in desperation. She was scared. More scared then when she found her mother dead. More scared then when she smashed that murder’s mouth with the bat. “I’m here, Jeri…” A voice hissed from the mist. “I’m always here.” “Who’s there?” She asked, fear making her voice shake. She felt fingers brushed against her ankle, and then wrapped around and grabbed it. She screamed, but all that happened was that it stuck her feet in the mud. She tried to pull her feet out, but the more she struggled, the tighter it held her. After she stopped struggling, she saw a figure emerge from the fog. She recognized him instantly. “What? No screams?” Jared asked with disappointment. Then an angry gleam appeared in his eyes, “Or is your mouth broken?” When he spoke those words, arms broke the water surface and struck her in the mouth. The fists struck her multiple times, after a few punches she felt her jaw shatter. She screamed then. Jared smiled grimly, and then the arms started dragging her down into the swamp water. “I warned you all that this would come back to haunt you.” Jared said sadly. The arms pried her mouth open, and swamp water rushed in. Soon her struggles ceased, and the arms sank back into the boggy earth… Taking with them their prize. Jacky looked around in a panic as the fog enveloped Jeri’s house. It covered every inch of the house except for the immediate space surrounding him. He could do nothing but listen as he heard the screams begin… First Henry, next Jeri’s father… And then last but not least Jeri. Jacky watched as claw marks appeared all over his girlfriend’s body. She screamed, but then her mouth was smashed in. It only silenced her for a moment before she screamed again. But they were cut short again as water began bubbling from out of her throat. The water had the dank moldy smell of swamp water. Soon Jeri’s thrashing ceased. And when the last of her movements ended, the fog encroached on itself until it was the size and shape of a basketball. The fog was so dense that it was nearly a solid object. The ball of fog floated up and stopped on level with his head. Suddenly a mouth was shaped onto the ball, and it spoke to Jacky, it was a deep pervasive voice, “Innocent… Unburdened by guilt… You shall forget.” The mist shot out and enveloped him. Jacky woke up screaming. He looked around wildly. He was in his bed. “What happened?” He murmured. “Was it all a dream?” It must have been… He searched his thoughts, and didn’t know anyone by those names. He opened the shades on his window, and saw that it was morning. He had slept clear through the night. He smiled as he looked outside; the details of the dream were already fading to obscurity. After looking outside for a few moments more, Jacky looked down at the floor and saw a newspaper. He unrolled it; it was dated November 1st. He opened the paper and saw three faces in the obituary… They looked familiar. But he dismissed it without so much as a second thought. There was an article in the paper of how a family was murdered in their sleep on Halloween night. On the door of their house was a single phrase painted onto their door in their own blood. It said “Guilt kills.” |
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| +Hollie | Sep 10 2008, 04:55 PM Post #2 |
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It's not perfect, but it's not bad either. It was an enjoyable read. I mean the subject matter wasn't "^_^" but it was a good story to read. Jeri's death was the worst. Henry's was just wtf. 
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