Untitled Horror Story (2011)

Untitled Horror Story

(Written in 2011 and still doesn't have a title)

Any suggestions on a title will be appreciated

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

It was a cool, damp day in April. The skies were dark and the rain was pouring down.

As it washed away the warmth of the day, it also washed away my worries and filled my mind with thoughts...inspiring me like it always had.

I was sitting in my living room, facing the bay window and crocheting when my twenty-five year old granddaughter, Chloe, walked in.

She asked me the question she had asked every year since she was five, "Grandma, will you tell me the story about how you go in your wheelchair?" I looked up from my hands and looked into her eyes.

The story I wanted to forget...the story I didn't want to tell her until she was old enough; but this time she was and I thought she could handle the horrible story that made her grandmother be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

I nodded and motioned her over to sit on the couch.

My hands were a little shaky, but I kept crocheting as I told her the story...

"When I was around your age and your mother was still a baby, about 6 months old I believe, your grandfather and I used to live close to this old, worn down house...there was no way someone would be living in it, but I knew different.

Late at night I could see a light flickering downstairs of the old house, like candles burning in a Catholic church.

I once heard that an old witch doctor lived there. Alexa Donovan was her name. She went crazy after her husband's death. Some say she killed him and was living in that house, only to come out to capture whomever came onto her property...booby-traps everywhere and no way to escape after being inside, but unlike the others, I did..."

I hesitated as I looked into Chloe's wide eyes, and yet I took a deep breath, sipped a little of my coffee and continued my story.

"Now I don't know what happen to the others, but I seen some really pretty wild flowers in the yard I wanted to pick and set on my kitchen table, so with paying no attention to the tales of the house, I went too yard in the yard and caught my foot in a rope trap, fell to the ground hard...hit my head and was knocked out.

When I woke up, I was in some kind of torture chamber chained up against a cold, wooden wall...I was in the part of the house that I seen the light flicker in.

There were candles everywhere, making enough light to see partially around the room, and yet casted shadows everywhere.

As I stood there, looking for a way out, I heard footsteps coming toward the room. Then I saw her, Alexa Donovan, dressed in a black cloak with her long, red hair slightly coming out of the hood around her neck.

She carried a black candle holder with three candles and set it on the table, paying little attention to me.

As the light cascaded across the table, Alexa unrolled a cloth full of torture tools. She ran her hand across them until it landed on the hand full of razor wire.

I gasped when her eyes met mine.

"Let me show you what happens to trespassers."

I watched her walk over to the other side of the room where there was a man in bounded to a chair. A man a little older than I was whose clothes were torn and stained with blood while his face and body were clean, but wounded by gashes and bruises.

She stretched the wire out and pulled it tight,  paused and smiled at me before kneeling in front of him.

She pulled off his left shoe and sock. He fought her, but she had him tied up in a way where he could only move his foot a little.

He held his breath as she lowered the wire to a single toe and wraped it around it. She looked up at him before synching the wire down, causing the wire to cut through the skin of his pinky toe.

He screamed and she moved the wire just an inch at a time cutting flesh slowly.

She waited only a minute before pulling the wire down his toe, ripping the flesh from bone. He screamed as blood poured from the fleshless toe.

She stood and laid the wire on the table, picked up the large butcher knife instead. She watches my reaction and puts the knife down. I watched her fingers run over all the different things she had on the table, some I can't see from where I'm sitting.

She picked up a small jar, knealt in front of him and picked up the flesh that was once a part of his toe and dropped it in the jar of liquid. It fizzed around the skin and meat as it ate through it.

She then placed his other foot in a metal container and dumped the liquid on his foot. He scream as it at through the first layer of flesh.

She walked behind him and released his bounded hands; pulled his right hand to the side and sat it on a nearby chair.

She watched my reaction as she showed me the saw, then set the bone saw up at his elbow and started to saw on his flesh.

She worked the saw slowly so he could feel every movement she made.

I sqeezed my eyes shut, but I opened them wide as soon as I heard him scream louder...his arm was now laying on his lap.

She went back to the table and picked up the wire she had started with. He was in shock and couldn't stop screaming at the sight of his own arm cut from his body.

I seen the wire around his neck, she tighten it and it sawed through his neck.

Then I saw the blood as it started to drain from his neck and run down his chest...soaking his clothing.

Alexa let out a loud cackle and while her back was still turned, I managed to slip out of the chains and slowly scaled the dark wall to the door about five feet away, but when I went to turn the corner, I dropped to my knees with a sharp pain in my back...she had thrown a dagger and it was in the middle of my back.

While still on my knees, I pulled out the dagger, tossed it aside and ran into the next room where I seen seven skinned corpses hanging from the ceiling by their ankles.

I gagged and looked behind me. Alexa was standing in the doorway, smiling at me. "I see you have found my yearly trophy room. There will be more than this soon...usually about one or two a month." She then cackled again and I ran to the closest door...locked!

I put my back against the door, slid down to my butt and started crying.

Alexa walked over and stroked my hair. "Don't be afraid, my child, I'm here. Do you wish to see your family again?"

I nodded as I watched her unlock the door then she grabbed my ponytail and dragged me into the room.

She tied me to an old, folding, metal chair and pulled back a curtain, revealing another body hanging from it's ankles...a man...my father!

"Ever since you were sixteen you had wished your father dead. Now you will watch him die!"

I squeezed my eyes shut as she started skinning his chest and his screams filled my ears. "Watch or you'll be next!"

I opened my eyes as she began again.

Looking around, I seen the dagger on a table about two feet away from me...the ropes weren't tied too tight around the chair, so I leaned over and grabbed it with my teeth, dropping it between my knees.

I swore that woman was planning for me to escape (just torturing me) or was just that bad of a killer because she didn't even turn away from her work.

Dropping the dagger to my feet and slouching, I slowly inched it into my hands with my fingertips.

Alexa turned around and I sat up quickly. "Stop fidgeting, I'm losing my concentration!"

When she turned back around, I finished my first step of attempting to escape again.

When the rope around my wrists was lose enough to pull my hand through, I ran to the window beside her and jumped through it, landing in a shed built on to the house with only a door and blood stained surroundings.

I opened the door and stared down the steps to the basement. It was filled with forty or more bodies...some were still alive and moving around on the floor and others were dead, limp and rotting.

"You won't run away from me again, you little bitch!" She pushed me, I screamed and hit the bottom.

"You can stay down there until I can figure out what to do with you."

Then everything went black.

When I awoke, I didn't know how long I was knocked out, but I could see the sun coming in from a hole above.

I could only crawl at that point, but the will power to see my baby girl again kept my mind off most of the pain I was in.

I managed to pull myself out and dragged myself to the side of the road where one of the neighbors took me to the hospital.

I had broken both of my legs, my back and my left wrist...but worst of all, I had to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life because I was paralyzed from the waist down from the shove I received down into the basement of that old house."

"But you finally got to see my mom and Papaw again."

"Yes and had three more beautiful children."

She smiled and I patted her knee.

"Does that satisfy your wonder over so many years?"

She just nodded.