Thanks for all the reviews guys; I was VERY surprised so many went for this
one. A few have asked where I came up with such an original idea, and I
wanted to 'give some light' that it is not all mine. There is an urban
legend in my hometown about a woman who walks this particular street at
night in her nightgown looking for her baby. Part of the legend is a woman
died in the swamp there overturning her car, her kid in the backseat. I
have never done any research (why, I don't know), but I do believe it was
just a tale to scare the kids.
So, throw my imagination into it, and some MAJOR Bosco angst..
Baby Killer Chapter 3:
"Get off of me! What the hell do you want?" Tears began to run down Bosco's cheeks, as he whimpered like a frightened child.
The poltergeist had his neck gripped tightly, causing him to wheeze for oxygen. She twisted his head harshly and looked him in the eyes. Bosco clutched his eyes tightly shut in utter fear. He shivered violently and kicked his legs weakly in an attempt to remove the pressure from his throat, which only caused him to scream out in pain from his abdominal wound.
"AAAHHHH! GET OFF ME!"
He lifted his right arm from the water and made one final effort to push her off of him. She swiftly counter-acted by grabbing him by the wrist and squeezing, causing him to cry out again. He was no match for her supernatural strength.
On the verge of passing out, he opened his eyes and gazed directly into his attackers.
"I'll do anything, just tell me what you want?" Bosco pleaded, a near whisper, using the very last oxygen left in his lungs before slowly fading out.
The spirit seemed to be satisfied, as Bosco began to feel the flow of oxygen slowly coming back into his lungs. As Bosco's full vision slowly returned, he focused his eyes on her. She was studying him. Bosco began to shiver that much more underneath her.
She brought her face down right in Bosco's and paused, before bringing her hand up and using her sharp nail to cut him from above his right eyebrow, all the way down below his earlobe. Bosco flinched, letting out a slight hiss. She grabbed his neck again roughly and forced him down into the rising waterline.
Bosco struggled again for a few moments, before he could no longer hold his breath. His eyes widened in horror with his first inhalation of water. The second one was even more frightful. Bosco, in his last attempt for life, used every ounce of energy he had left to try to push her off of him.
~~~~~
Bosco was suddenly standing in the middle of the road. He was frozen in fear, his legs unable to move. He stood looking around dazed, wondering what the hell just happened. He was no longer in pain. He was still soaked from head-to-toe, the rain pounding down on him. He quickly looked down and observed his body, to find he was no longer hurt.
He looked up to see a set of headlights coming his way. As the vehicle got closer, he squinted his eyes in the darkness to make out the round shape of the roof of the vehicle. A Volkswagen Bug.
Bosco stood and watched the vehicle as it approached him, startled by a loud siren behind him. Still unable to move, he was able to turn his head to see a pickup truck in the Bug's lane.
Bosco swiftly looked back to the Bug, now able to see the woman's face in the driver's seat. It was the DOA, the spirit that had traumatized him for the past week. The pickup truck instantly ran the Bug off the path of the road, causing the same tumbling action he encountered a few moments earlier with his Mustang.
"NO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, wishing like hell there was a way of preventing this!
The pickup truck came to a screeching halt. Bosco could no longer see the Bug, and fixed his gaze on the truck, as it crawled back in reverse, stopping near inches from him.
Bosco watched as the driver shut all lights off, stepped from the truck, and walked over to the edge of the road with a flashlight. He was unable to see the 'face' of the person, but from the outline it appeared to be a male.
The person stood looking down with their flashlight for a few minutes. The rain was pounding hard in Bosco's eardrums, but he was not mistaken when he heard the manly voice shout, "DIE YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
"Help her! What the fuck? Call a bus! DAMN IT DO SOMETHING!" Bosco heard himself shout.
The man shut the flashlight off satisfied, and walked slowly back to his truck.
"HEY JAGOFF! DO SOMETHING!" Bosco shouted again, this time apparently the man heard him, because he paused, turned his flashlight back on, and directed it at Bosco's face.
~~~~~
Suddenly there was a bright light lingering over him. Bosco sat straight up, gagging and instantly vomiting. He leaned his head over the tub and heaved up water for several minutes all over his bathroom floor. He leaned his elbow on the edge of the tub trying to stop from trembling, resting his forehead into his palm.
When he opened his eyes completely, he realized he was sitting up in his tub, the water had slightly overflowed the side of the tub, blood everywhere. He instantly grabbed for his abdomen, wondering if the glass was still penetrating his flesh. He ran his fingers smoothly over his entire chest before letting out a huge sigh of relief.
"Fucking nightmares," he cursed, bending forward and pulling the clog on the drain. This is when he noticed the dark bruises saturating his wrist and forearm. He winced as he gently massaged them.
He felt slightly lightheaded when he stood, and braced the faucet briefly to regain his composure. He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel that was hanging next to the sink. He began to dry his body off, rolling his shoulders and neck at the stiffness he found. He dropped the towel on the floor and moved it around with his toes, soaking up the excess water.
His skin was shriveled; he had no clue how long he was in the tub. "Must have passed out," he mumbled to himself. He used his hand to remove some steam from his mirror, focusing in on his neck and face.
His entire neck was bruised, the way they were formed showing he was almost strangled. He had a huge cut where the 'woman' had sliced him with her fingernail.
"NO FUCKING WAY THIS IS POSSIBLE! It was a fucking dream! NO WAY!"
Bosco stared hard at his reflection, rationalizing with himself. He shook his head in disbelief.
"Why am I not hurt from the accident, yet hurt everywhere she touched me?" He said out loud looking down at his other wrist that she has brushed when he was with Faith. That bruising was a lesser shade then the rest but was still visible.
Just then there was a pounding at his door.
Bosco looked at his reflection one last time before grabbing a towel from under the sink and wrapping it around his waist. He swiftly walked into the living room and looked out the peephole to see Faith standing in the hallway. She had one hand up and was biting her nails. He unlocked the bolt and slid the chain off and opened the door.
"OH my GOD, BOSCO!" Faith said stepping in and embracing him into an instant hug.
Bosco winced when she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, but returned the hug generously. He felt extremely comforted by the embrace.
"What happened to you? Oh my God Bos, you're hurt! I have been calling you and calling you. This is my third time stopping by! I was getting ready to kick the door in! What the hell happened?" Faith was more concerned then anything.
"I was in a car accident Faith," Bosco responded casually as she stepped away from him to look at him again.
"When? Where? Bosco you have not showed up for work or called in two days. That is so unlike you! I even ran a check at all local hospitals. You look like someone beat the shit out you!" Faith observed the unnatural bruising on Bosco's neck and wrist.
"Too many questions Faith, I just woke up, my head is pounding," Bosco moaned stretching trying to avoid eye contact.
"Bosco look at me! What is going on? I was worried sick! Car accident?"
Bosco knew she could read his body language like a book. "Yeah Faith, some jagoff ran me off the road, totaled my Mustang," Bosco responded giving her brief eye contact, before turning around and heading for his kitchen sink. He could feel his stomach tighten, he needed to put something back into it, and he felt ashamed now, like he was lying.
Bosco failed to see Faith's face turn bright red, her nostrils flaring.
"Faith, what was the name of that DOA last week? You wrote the report up, what was her name?" Bosco questioned as he filled the glass up with tap water.
"You know what? Screw you BOS! Screw you! You want to lie to me fine!" Bosco heard Faith shout behind him.
"What are you talking about Faith?" Bosco paused before taking a drink, looking up at the window in front of his sink, to see the spirit's reflection glaring off the window, directly behind him.
"Your Mustang is parked outside not a scratch on it!" Faith shouted at him.
Bosco swallowed the bile once again forming at the back of his throat.
"Faith? NO PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!!" Bosco screamed dropping the glass from his hand, glass shattering all around him.
TBC?
So, throw my imagination into it, and some MAJOR Bosco angst..
Baby Killer Chapter 3:
"Get off of me! What the hell do you want?" Tears began to run down Bosco's cheeks, as he whimpered like a frightened child.
The poltergeist had his neck gripped tightly, causing him to wheeze for oxygen. She twisted his head harshly and looked him in the eyes. Bosco clutched his eyes tightly shut in utter fear. He shivered violently and kicked his legs weakly in an attempt to remove the pressure from his throat, which only caused him to scream out in pain from his abdominal wound.
"AAAHHHH! GET OFF ME!"
He lifted his right arm from the water and made one final effort to push her off of him. She swiftly counter-acted by grabbing him by the wrist and squeezing, causing him to cry out again. He was no match for her supernatural strength.
On the verge of passing out, he opened his eyes and gazed directly into his attackers.
"I'll do anything, just tell me what you want?" Bosco pleaded, a near whisper, using the very last oxygen left in his lungs before slowly fading out.
The spirit seemed to be satisfied, as Bosco began to feel the flow of oxygen slowly coming back into his lungs. As Bosco's full vision slowly returned, he focused his eyes on her. She was studying him. Bosco began to shiver that much more underneath her.
She brought her face down right in Bosco's and paused, before bringing her hand up and using her sharp nail to cut him from above his right eyebrow, all the way down below his earlobe. Bosco flinched, letting out a slight hiss. She grabbed his neck again roughly and forced him down into the rising waterline.
Bosco struggled again for a few moments, before he could no longer hold his breath. His eyes widened in horror with his first inhalation of water. The second one was even more frightful. Bosco, in his last attempt for life, used every ounce of energy he had left to try to push her off of him.
~~~~~
Bosco was suddenly standing in the middle of the road. He was frozen in fear, his legs unable to move. He stood looking around dazed, wondering what the hell just happened. He was no longer in pain. He was still soaked from head-to-toe, the rain pounding down on him. He quickly looked down and observed his body, to find he was no longer hurt.
He looked up to see a set of headlights coming his way. As the vehicle got closer, he squinted his eyes in the darkness to make out the round shape of the roof of the vehicle. A Volkswagen Bug.
Bosco stood and watched the vehicle as it approached him, startled by a loud siren behind him. Still unable to move, he was able to turn his head to see a pickup truck in the Bug's lane.
Bosco swiftly looked back to the Bug, now able to see the woman's face in the driver's seat. It was the DOA, the spirit that had traumatized him for the past week. The pickup truck instantly ran the Bug off the path of the road, causing the same tumbling action he encountered a few moments earlier with his Mustang.
"NO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, wishing like hell there was a way of preventing this!
The pickup truck came to a screeching halt. Bosco could no longer see the Bug, and fixed his gaze on the truck, as it crawled back in reverse, stopping near inches from him.
Bosco watched as the driver shut all lights off, stepped from the truck, and walked over to the edge of the road with a flashlight. He was unable to see the 'face' of the person, but from the outline it appeared to be a male.
The person stood looking down with their flashlight for a few minutes. The rain was pounding hard in Bosco's eardrums, but he was not mistaken when he heard the manly voice shout, "DIE YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
"Help her! What the fuck? Call a bus! DAMN IT DO SOMETHING!" Bosco heard himself shout.
The man shut the flashlight off satisfied, and walked slowly back to his truck.
"HEY JAGOFF! DO SOMETHING!" Bosco shouted again, this time apparently the man heard him, because he paused, turned his flashlight back on, and directed it at Bosco's face.
~~~~~
Suddenly there was a bright light lingering over him. Bosco sat straight up, gagging and instantly vomiting. He leaned his head over the tub and heaved up water for several minutes all over his bathroom floor. He leaned his elbow on the edge of the tub trying to stop from trembling, resting his forehead into his palm.
When he opened his eyes completely, he realized he was sitting up in his tub, the water had slightly overflowed the side of the tub, blood everywhere. He instantly grabbed for his abdomen, wondering if the glass was still penetrating his flesh. He ran his fingers smoothly over his entire chest before letting out a huge sigh of relief.
"Fucking nightmares," he cursed, bending forward and pulling the clog on the drain. This is when he noticed the dark bruises saturating his wrist and forearm. He winced as he gently massaged them.
He felt slightly lightheaded when he stood, and braced the faucet briefly to regain his composure. He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel that was hanging next to the sink. He began to dry his body off, rolling his shoulders and neck at the stiffness he found. He dropped the towel on the floor and moved it around with his toes, soaking up the excess water.
His skin was shriveled; he had no clue how long he was in the tub. "Must have passed out," he mumbled to himself. He used his hand to remove some steam from his mirror, focusing in on his neck and face.
His entire neck was bruised, the way they were formed showing he was almost strangled. He had a huge cut where the 'woman' had sliced him with her fingernail.
"NO FUCKING WAY THIS IS POSSIBLE! It was a fucking dream! NO WAY!"
Bosco stared hard at his reflection, rationalizing with himself. He shook his head in disbelief.
"Why am I not hurt from the accident, yet hurt everywhere she touched me?" He said out loud looking down at his other wrist that she has brushed when he was with Faith. That bruising was a lesser shade then the rest but was still visible.
Just then there was a pounding at his door.
Bosco looked at his reflection one last time before grabbing a towel from under the sink and wrapping it around his waist. He swiftly walked into the living room and looked out the peephole to see Faith standing in the hallway. She had one hand up and was biting her nails. He unlocked the bolt and slid the chain off and opened the door.
"OH my GOD, BOSCO!" Faith said stepping in and embracing him into an instant hug.
Bosco winced when she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, but returned the hug generously. He felt extremely comforted by the embrace.
"What happened to you? Oh my God Bos, you're hurt! I have been calling you and calling you. This is my third time stopping by! I was getting ready to kick the door in! What the hell happened?" Faith was more concerned then anything.
"I was in a car accident Faith," Bosco responded casually as she stepped away from him to look at him again.
"When? Where? Bosco you have not showed up for work or called in two days. That is so unlike you! I even ran a check at all local hospitals. You look like someone beat the shit out you!" Faith observed the unnatural bruising on Bosco's neck and wrist.
"Too many questions Faith, I just woke up, my head is pounding," Bosco moaned stretching trying to avoid eye contact.
"Bosco look at me! What is going on? I was worried sick! Car accident?"
Bosco knew she could read his body language like a book. "Yeah Faith, some jagoff ran me off the road, totaled my Mustang," Bosco responded giving her brief eye contact, before turning around and heading for his kitchen sink. He could feel his stomach tighten, he needed to put something back into it, and he felt ashamed now, like he was lying.
Bosco failed to see Faith's face turn bright red, her nostrils flaring.
"Faith, what was the name of that DOA last week? You wrote the report up, what was her name?" Bosco questioned as he filled the glass up with tap water.
"You know what? Screw you BOS! Screw you! You want to lie to me fine!" Bosco heard Faith shout behind him.
"What are you talking about Faith?" Bosco paused before taking a drink, looking up at the window in front of his sink, to see the spirit's reflection glaring off the window, directly behind him.
"Your Mustang is parked outside not a scratch on it!" Faith shouted at him.
Bosco swallowed the bile once again forming at the back of his throat.
"Faith? NO PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!!" Bosco screamed dropping the glass from his hand, glass shattering all around him.
TBC?