Disclaimer: This chapter contain abuse and gore. Not ideal for children and for faint- hearted.
You might feel uncomfortable reading some scenes. Tread carefully. You have been warned.
Hey guys. I will be telling something about myself. I am fourteen years old basically a kid. I intended to make this chapter more horrific, bit please understand that no one (except a few people) knows that I am writing a book, and if they come to knew, I will be goner, if they read this book, you will not even find my dead body. They will criticize me for having this type of thinking.
Son of death dude you seriously have a wild imagination.
Guest Thank you and sorry it is not gonna be Cuercy.
I will be dedicating this chapter to Dragonshero2 for being a great supporter since the begining.
Now on with the story.
Don't trust everything you see. Even salt looks like sugar.
Kevin was happy, this was the last delivery of the day and then he was free to do whatever he wanted to do.
And the thing he wanted to do most was to spend the rest of the day with his five years old daughter Olivia and his lovely wife Daisy, in the newly opened amusement park near the Empire state building.
He skipped the few steps and rang the bell of the apartment number 104, he looked down at his breast pocket to pull out the pen, his eyes caught the numbers of the address
114.
He had rung the bell of the apartment number 104, he shook his head slowly, inwardly smiling at his own foolishness, he had been so happy that he had rang the bell of the wrong apartment. Apartment 114 must be upstairs then.
It would be rude, to go without saying sorry.
As he was patiently waiting for someone to come out, the door cracked open. A women's head popped out, she was lovely she had long brown hair with a few streaks of grey in it, the color of the eyes was hard to identify because of the sparkling afternoon sun. His eyes met hers.
"Uhmm... I am sorry Miss, I accidentally rang of your apartment..."
Before, he could finish the apology her face broke into a small simile. "Oh, it's alright." She hushed him, her honeyed voice allured him.
"But as compensation can you please try my blueberry cake I had just baked." Kevin doubted that anyone like her would exist in this world. She was kind. "Thank you for your kindness, but I have to deliver this parcel." Her face fell. "I understand... my children would love eating the cake but now they are gone abroad for higher studies and I am all alone now."
Kevin felt pity for this women if he left her without no company to eat with, he was a family man and if he told his wife about this accident she will never forgive him." I will surely come after delivering this parcel." Her face lit up with extreme joy.
She nodded and closed the door.
At that time Kevin didn't knew he had just accepted death's invitation.
He stood in front of the door, he had just delivered his last parcel of the day, when he had asked about the women who live downstairs, he had got a pleasant response about, Sally, and her children, especially about the boy.
"Oh sometimes I am jealous, they are so perfect in every way, especially Percy." She had gotten a dreamy look on her face.
He rung the bell and then smacked his head, he should have gone to the nearby store to bring something. The door opened, Sally smiled "come in" her voice was warm as a quilt and inviting, and suddenly out of nowhere he remembered the story he had narrated his daughter yesterday, Hansel and Gretel, he felt like Hansel, and the women in front of him was the old witch. Her hand shot out and yanked him inside.
He was greeted by a very foul smell. The small corridor was dimly lit, he had nyctalopia since birth, so it was difficult to see in the dark with great accomplishment he bend down and started untying his laces, Sally stopped him, "Don't the floor is dirty."
"Welcome," her breathy voice called for him she started twirling on the floor in addition to she started giggling just like a child, Kevin would have smiled if it wasn't eerie. However every instinct he had told him to run.
She grabbed his hand and led him forward, after a step he heard a shattering sound beneath his shoe, he took another step, the sound still followed. An icy chill filled him, it was the sound of shattering glass. And the women in front of him was twirling but she had stopped giggling.
She never warned him about the pieces of shards on the floor.
He bends down to tie his laces, his fingers came in contact with... a thick liquid. He straightened.
They walked inside the room, the room was dimly illuminated by a beautiful florescent light coming from a fashionable design above the photo frame, she guided him to what looked like a stuffy chair. "Nice chair," he commented. "I just made it from new leather, she responded.
Wait, made it.
"Wait for a minute, The cake is in the fridge, entertain yourself with the songs, I have got a new music system" She stood beside him for a few minutes, music started coming beside him. She handed him a newspaper. "Should I switch on another light, it would be difficult to see because of your disease." She offered.
"No thank you." He pulled out his contacts from his pocket.
He never told her about the disease.
It was dollhouse from Melanie Martinez, his wife was a great fan.
Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
When you walk away, it's when we really play
You don't hear me when I say,
Mom, please wake up
Dad's with a slut and your son is smoking cannabis
No one never listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen
He felt very anxious and restless, he didn't know why. His eyes involuntary flickered towards the sound of utensils and assumed it was kitchen.
He rubbed his temple and scanned the headlines.
A NEWSPAPERMEN, POSTMAN, SALESMEN WENT MISSING A MONTH AGO, LAST SPOTTED NEAR MANHATTAN.
Beneath the headlines was the very building he was in and the pictures of the lost ones he gulped, feeling bad for the families. He put the cause of his distress down and moved his eyes on the only source of light. The picture frame got his attention, having nothing to do he walked towards it.
It was the picture of Sally, she was looking stunning, in front of her stood two children, a boy and a girl both of them was a piece of art, they must be around sixteen. The trio was smiling and looking very happy.
He moved his hand upwards to touch, and then he noticed something on his finger.
It was blood and it wasn't his, as he should have surely felt pain. He felt perplexed.
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
The lyrics were doing something to his mind, he inspected the picture closely. His eyes caught the reflection of Sally behind him, he practically screamed. She was grinning like a lunatic, it was not ordinary. He whirled around so fast that he stumbled.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees)
Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on
Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry
When you turn your back she pulls out a flask
And forgets his infidelity
Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic
Go back to being plastic
"Miss, it is you... I got a bit scared. He stared at her, she seemed pretty normal. In her hands, she was holding a cake. Kevin had never seen this type of cake before, it looked delicious in the dark.
It was made up of blueberry, as she had promised him earlier. But a very dark substance was poured over it, it wasn't cream... it was liquid, droplets were forming at the end and sliding down to meet, the minute's white rocks on the tray, for the decoration purposes, because of his disease could see the thick liquid properly, small triangles, they looked like cherries, was placed in the middle "miss, what..." she answered his question before he could complete it. "It is chocolate, my aunt sent me from Ecuador."
In the background, the song continued.
No one never listens, this wallpaper glistens
One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Sweat trickled down his face, Kevin sat down on the chair, wishing he had never left it in the first place. She cut out a slice of the cake and offered it, he gladly took it. He took the first bite. and gagged he wanted to spit it out, but Sally's cute eager face made him swallow it, it was even worse than the fermented shark meat he had tried on the new year's eve. He was feeling like he was about to vomit, unexpectedly his whole body started shaking.
"How is it?."
"Wonderful, miss."
He pulled out his handkerchief, but his shaking fingers dropped it. He bends down to pick it up. His knuckles came in contact with Sally's ankle. Her blood covered her ankles. In shock, he looked upwards to see now standing women. Her face stared down to his horrified face. She was grinning ear to ear her teeth sharp like a tiger. The worst part about the chef was the wildness in her eyes. Madness lurked behind them, two festering pools of sickness. Terror gripped every inch of his body, paralyzing him on the spot.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees)
Hey girl (hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl)
Hey girl, open your walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
He looked down, Her feet were in reverse direction and covered with cuts. The light switched on automatically. Kevin's chest was constricted and his throat seemed to swell. It was like a horror movie. It had to be. The crew workers must be hiding somewhere. They were looking for new actors, so they must have decided to test him.
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees)
Kevin almost lost control over his bladder.
Walls were covered with blood, broken body parts were lying on the floor, his eyes fixed themselves on the hand which had beautiful flower designs made from blood. "Oh, what are you gonna tell your daughter," she said. "That you were wet your pants, it will be so embarrassing." She laughed at her own joke, it was not as joyful as it was earlier.
Kevin caught a glimpse of the cake. The very dark substance was... blood the minute white rocks were crumbled pieces of bones... the cherries it looked like small parts of lungs or stomach cut in a triangular shape.
Nice set... it looks real. And the woman in front of him is a great actor. He looked away, the glinting pieces of glass caught his attention, he could see a small part of the corridor, it was covered with shattered pieces of glasses.
She picked up the newspaper, inspecting it," I was wondering when they will find it out." Her face looked like she was really wondering. "I will tell you where they actually are, well you see the cake you have just eaten is made up of the postman's blood, bones, and the triangular pieces are lungs." She picked up the lung and took a bite, moaning in pleasure.
"The chair, you were sitting in earlier was made up from The salesmen's skin, I really loved his skin."
Kevin mind's had stopped working.
These people who were working on the movie deserves an Oscar.
"The newspaper man's blood is on walls, I love painting!." She threw her hands in the air. "But I have a bit shortage of blood mind giving me some."
She picked up the knife on the table "Don't worry it will be quick." The knife was a prop he was sure about that. She grinned at him, it was same insane grin as before and stabbed him.
Sally smiled.
After every murder she commit she would always cut her arms deep seven time.
Fourteen slices decorated her arm.
She cut her skin, red blood slipped out, falling on the floor mixing with Kevin's blood.
Second cut, on her elbow.
Third cut, on her palm.
Fourth cut, on her wrist.
The darkness swallowed her, never to wake up again.
The deadly sin smiled and moved out of its host, The host fell dead on the floor, along with the stupid mortal.
It will be enough to bring you to us, she thought as she took a last look at the boy in the picture, and then vanished to meet with the others.
Faqeera.