MicroHorror

Mary woke up with a raging headache. She lay quietly in bed with her eyes closed, desperately hoping it would disappear. The light streaming through the curtains only increased her pain. She covered her head with a pillow and waited for the wave of agony to subside. She tried to remember what had happened the previous day, but her memory was blank.

She slowly left her bed and almost vomited from the sharp pain piercing her skull. Mary hoped the cool water of a shower would soothe her throbbing head. As she stood under the spray, she again tried to remember what she had done last night. The mere attempt to think only brought more agony.

Instead of relief, the shower added more pain to her throbbing head. Each individual drop of water felt like a blade impaling her brain. Disheartened, Mary hoped a large cup of coffee might keep the snarling demons inside her head at bay. She dressed slowly, pausing many times to close her eyes and rest against the bed. After what seemed like hours she finally made her way downstairs, each step bringing tears to her eyes. Over and over she wondered why she couldn’t remember what had happened.

Mary opened the door to the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes flew open and her mouth trembled, stuck in a silent scream. There on the kitchen table lay her mother-in-law, a huge blade still sticking in her chest. Her torso had been cut open and strips of meat had been sliced away. Human flesh had been strewn all over the kitchen. Thick congealed blood coated the blue-green tiles crimson.

Her mother-in-law’s throat had been slashed as if to bleed her like a deer. Her skull had been cracked open and her hair barely clung to the tatters of ruined skin. The exposed brain was ripped apart by greedy hands. The tongue which had given Mary so many snide remarks was cut from her mouth and lay against the refrigerator as if casually tossed away. Her eyes had been punctured by long, wooden spoons and leaked viscous fluid onto her fatty cheeks. The intestines had been pulled from a gaping hole in her stomach, curling onto the floor like long bloody snakes.

Flies buzzed within the room and began laying their eggs into the corpse upon her table. The palpable stench of blood was overwhelming, making Mary’s stomach pitch and roll.
Suddenly Mary heard familiar footsteps behind her and spun around to face her husband. Shaking with rage, she slapped him across the face and screamed.

“YOU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU! YOU LEFT THE MEAT OUT AND NOW IT’S SPOILED!”