MicroHorror

She watched the small pink clock that sat on her desk. The slow movements of the hands were mesmerizing. Alice had been doing this for exactly three hours, ever since Jacob had walked out the door, out of her life. For good, he had said.

“Well, I just don’t believe him. We don’t, do we, Mr. Gallan?” Alice asked a stuffed white cat that lay on top of her bedspread. Her bed was carefully made, each corner tucked in; no material hung off of the sides and all of Alice’s animals sat perfectly still against her many decorative pillows, except for Mr. Gallan. He was a special toy to Alice. She had had him ever since she could remember, ever since her mother had still been alive and before the beatings had taken place. But those days were far behind Alice now as she continued to stare at the still cat. His glassy blue eyes watched her carefully.

“I just don’t understand! Why would he go?” Alice screamed at the stuffed animal. She grabbed Mr. Gallan and hugged him to her chest. “He said that you were the problem. He said that I needed to get rid of you! That I was too old to keep you around… but you don’t want me to get rid of you, do you, Mr. Gallan?” Alice glanced down at the white cat cradled in her arms. For a split second, she thought she saw him shake his head.

“Jacob’s a bad man,” a voice whispered.

“No, he isn’t. He just doesn’t understand.”

“He’s bad, Alice,” the voice repeated.

Alice dropped the cat onto her bed and walked over to a large mirror that hung on the light blue wall of her bedroom. Staring at her reflection, Alice replied, “I love him, Mr. Gallan.”

“I know you do, but he’s not worth the pain, Alice.”

Alice began to tremble as she looked deep into her brown eyes; they seemed to suck her in. Jacob had always told her that she had beautiful, alluring eyes.

“He hurt you, Alice.”

“No…”

“He hurt you!” the voice yelled, sending slight chills down her back.

“He didn’t,” she insisted.

After a few moments of silence, the voice spoke again. “You know what we do to people that hurt you…”

Crying now, Alice muttered, “Please…”

“Just like your stepfather. Remember what we did to him?”

“Mr. Gallan, stop!” Alice pleaded as she placed her hands over her ears and began to hum, trying to block out what he was saying. “Not again,” she whispered strongly.

The cat’s voice grew faster and his pitch was louder as he screamed the four-letter word over and over again, sending Alice into a trance. Images of Jacob flooded through her mind, and then were all gone, erased by the word. The stuffed cat lay motionless on her bed, white fur covering the wide grin displayed on its tiny face.

Alice locked eyes with her reflection and smiled. “Kill,” she said.

I am alone… there is no one left. There had been nights when I prayed for this, the end of this awful town, but now it all seems so unreal. The Devil took them, right from under my eyes. I told them to hide, yes, I told them that it would come to this. They wouldn’t believe me… called me nuts, lunatic, and crazy. Now look at them, they’re all dead. Dead as doornails. Eyes glazed over with the evil blood that once flowed through their veins. It’s no surprise to me why they were not spared. Terrible bunch of people they were, the whole town was corrupt. I didn’t like them, but I had told them about the ambush. I shouldn’t have but I have a heart.

I can see why no one would believe the ravings of an old man, claiming the Devil himself in a small town such as Nascency. But he had risen from Hell, I watched him do this and he spotted me. Instead of running away, I froze as he approached. He did the opposite of what I suspected him to do, he spared my life. But before he left, he said that he would take the souls of the evil that resided in Nascency. I asked why, but he gave me no reason. I don’t think that the Devil really needs a reason anyhow.

On that late Wednesday night, he busted into their homes, ripped children from their tight grasps, spilling the blood of the innocent. I can’t see how children could be evil. He then took no pity on the evildoing parents. I surveyed each of his attacks, sometimes he would only kill them, but others it seemed that he devoured alive. I don’t know how I was able to watch all this with no hint of remorse, but I managed.

When he finished with the lot of them, he approached me once more and offered his thanks. I didn’t know what he meant by this, but all I could do was nod. The sun had begun to rise when his face was clear to me. To my surprise, he did not have the face of a sacrilegious figure. He appeared to be an ordinary man, just a man. This Devil, winked once at me and took his leave, never looking back once at the slaughtered.

That had been over a year ago, and Nascency is still vacant, stained with the blood of its past residents. I never could leave this town, something deep inside possess me to stay, as if I owe it… something. I watch over this place, I keep it safe from the sinners. But the silence had driven me past insanity, my memory is quite indistinct and now I’m not even sure if those events even took place. All I know now is that I am alone and there is no one left.

There is slight breathing,
But it stops.
The light flickers,
But it stops.
My mind is whirling,
I can’t think.
I can’t see,
It’s dark.

I feel something inside me,
And then it’s gone.
I see a figure move,
And then it’s gone.
I run so far,
I have to stop.
I have to breathe,
It’s dark.

I know that it follows,
My end is near.
Life is slipping,
My end is near.
I fall to the ground,
I shut my eyes.
I shut my mind,
It’s dark.

A quiet night on the street where I live
No one outside to see, is it safe to go dig?
Dragging and carrying her out to the car
I know I will not have to travel very far
With her in the trunk, no cops I’m in luck.
Latch of the back and behind the wheel I am,
Blood covers every inch of my hand.
Wiping the sweat off my lips, my brow and my neck
I need to stop I’m smearing it.
Drive, drive, and drive, down the road,
I will get caught. I know I just know.
Looking for those bright lights,
The sirens blaring against the silent night,
I made it, I made it, but this cannot be true,
All that’s left is to bury her deep in the ground
It’s so quiet there isn’t a sound.
Deeper and deeper I go, shoveling mud out now,
It had to be winter. I hate the snow.
I laughed and I did cry when I watched her die,
Slamming her head inward and her guts
She thought she could get away with all those fucks.
Stupid woman, this was coming, you deserved it
But I still feel unsatisfied.
I cover her face with the dirt. Yes I cover her up.
She buried now, she’ll never hurt me again.
Maybe I should go and finish off all of her men.
Yes, It’ll make me feel better and then I’ll be okay
But I’ll do it tomorrow, save it for another day.
Too tired now, I think I’ll rest.
It’s so cold out here. My hands are ice.
I lay on top of where she sleeps. I am warm now,
It feels nice.
I think how much I loved her and the past is in my head,
Now I wish that my wife wasn’t dead.
I cry some more, the last time in my life
My sleep carries me off into the cold, dark and miserable night.