Horror d’oeuvres

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The local park is covered in a blanket of fallen autumn leaves. They rustle when the children run through them. Give them another month and they’ll decompose into a soft mush that deadens the sound of footsteps walking behind you. Until the footsteps are right behind you. Then you don’t hear the footsteps walking away as you lay unconscious amongst the leaves.

Christmas is a dreadful time to be lonely and alone. Not that I’m bothered. I bide my time on line, and sure enough. The right one comes along every year. So desperate for affection their guard slips and bingo. Another festive romance ends in agonised, blood soaked tears.

Black Friday is upon us again. Great. I am in the market for a set of surgical tools and a mortuary table. Come on Amazon. Don’t let me down.

Bloody cold this morning. No bad thing mind. Keep what’s hidden under the tarpaulin nice and cool. No suspicious smells, or flies.  Dead give away when someone’s gone missing, and you have a writhing mass of wildlife tearing something rotten apart in your back garden.

Some marry for love. My wife and I married for mutual alibi’s. My husband was home with me all night officer. My wife and I were enjoying dinner together officer. A young man tortured to death you say. How shocking.

Losing my job at the slaughterhouse was a real blow. It was really me you know. Floated my boat big time surrounded by fear and death. Oh well. Back to torturing stray dogs in my shed I suppose.

After a five hour operation to reattach my severed penis. I am mindful of the old saying. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

Friend of mine is big on gaming. Every waking hour, guns blazing away in a fantasy world of war and destruction. Not for me. I am a hands on sort of guy who likes his kills fresh and wriggling.

Years ago I used to be a patient in the old mental hospital.  Been empty for years, yet the screams and shouts of the tormented still filled every room. Even when the walls collapsed and the roof fell in I could still hear screaming. Not sure if it was inside the hospital or inside my head.

A lie is the stale smell of deceit on a persons breath. The halitosis of truth corrupted by the evil of the liar. A knife in the back of honesty.

A constant diet of indifference will break anyone’s spirit. Nothings ever good enough. Nothings ever bad enough. After a while you stop trying. Nothing gets you nothing so you become nothing.

I found a packet of Condoms and my husband’s boxer shorts, in the glove box of my best friends car. I didn’t make a scene, or lose my temper and scream. I simply punched her in the face, and stabbed him when I got home.

Some people love their gadgets, their toys, their mobile phones. I just love skinning people, so I can play games with their bones.

I never worry about the consequences of my actions. I don’t care. Means nothing to me the suffering of other’s. I just do as I please and to hell with you all. No good looking to me for remorse. Could be a small town in Mexico as far as I’m concerned.

 

 

The witch I mugged cursed me to suffer. I laughed in her face and stole her money and mobile phone. I know she has a new phone now. I can’t stop sending her video clips of me cutting my own fingers off. Every night the bloody stumps re-grow. Ready for me to cut them off again in the morning.

The children have gone back to school again for the Autumn term. All of them except for one little boy. He killed himself rather than face the incessant bullying for another year.

Autumns on the way, and I for one can’t wait. All that lovely darkness to hide in on those long dreary nights. For one of my nocturnal murderous calling, its happy days are here again. Or nights, if you get my meaning.

I never realised how stretchy condoms are till I caught my girlfriend with another man. Did you know you can strangle two people with a condom, and not use up all its stretch?  All I can say is, heaven help the woman who meets a man, who can use up all a condoms stretch.

Susan Lemon thought no hair was sexy. So she shaved her head every week. Her husband thought long hair was sexy. So he was unfaithful every week. I hear Susan stopped shaving when her husband disappeared. Maybe she hid her razor in his curly, blood soaked hair.

Maurice Pyle looked like an idiot because he was an idiot. The day he died he died surprised, but I suppose idiots don’t know anything about dying. So why wouldn’t he be surprised.

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