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Mort got home around 10pm. He sat himself down on a couch in the living room, breathed out heavily, took off his glasses and set them down.
His eye caught on the coffee table. There were two fancy glasses lying there. The glasses from his date with Juliet the other night.
He stood up, walked over to the coffee table and picked up one of the glasses. He held it in his hand and began to think.
He didn't even remember how the date ended. All he remembered was that he was coming on a bit too strong, and Juliet didn't like it. Juliet had probably stormed out of the house or something. He'd be sure to apologize the next time he ran into her.
He put the glass down and felt around in his shirt pocket for his pack of cigarettes, but it wasn't there.
"That's right. I left them in the car," Mort said aloud to himself, and went outside.
Oh his way to the car, he passed the garden by the side of the house. The garden resembled the garden which had been at his and Amy's house. As he walked past the garden, something caught his eye. He stopped and looked down.
"Ahhh!" He yelled as he saw it.
A human arm was sticking out of the ground in the garden, and his shovel was up against the wall.
He jumped away from it and began gagging.
Why was there an arm coming out of his garden? Who's arm? Why his garden?
He bent over to look at it closer, but everything was blurry. He felt his face with his hand. His glasses weren't on. He had taken them off when he got home. He backed away from the arm.
"Stay right there.. I'll be back in a second," Mort said to the arm, and ran to the house.
Mort ran into the house and grabbed his glasses from off the couch. He started to run back outside, but he bumped into the coffee table, almost knocking the fancy glasses over. Luckily he caught them.
He ran into the kitchen to place the glasses in the sink so that he couldn't have any more accidents with them.
All of a sudden, he heard a noise. He spun around and saw Juliet. His jaw dropped.
His grip slipped and the glasses fell to the floor and shattered, covering the floor in broken glass.
Juliet was battered, naked, and dirty. Her flesh was peeling away, and there were bugs in her skin. And he recognized her arm as the arm that was sticking out of his garden just some moments ago.
"I've come back for you, Mort." Juliet said.
Mort's head went spinning a mile a minute. His mind raced with memories from over the years.
Mort began to daydream...
Mort was lunging at Amy.
"I've come back to kill you, Amy." Mort said in the cheery tone. "I've come back to kill you because you are a cheating bitch and you must pay." Mort said, and grabbed at her.
The flashback faded into another...
Mort was on top of Amy.
"I'm so sorry, Amy." Mort said and shook his head, "So sorry that I'm going to kill you now!" He yelled, and brought down an axe.
The flashback faded into another...
Mort was holding an axe over Juliet.
"Well. I'm going to give you the pleasure of being killed with the same axe I used on her! Now, don't you feel special?" Mort asked.
Juliet whimpered.
The flashback faded into another...
He raised the axe and killed Juliet.
The flashback faded...
He looked down at his hands and saw cuts and scratches from where Juliet had clawed at him going all up his arms.
A shocked look spread across his face.
"I-I killed Amy.. and then I killed you," He said, shocked.
"That's right. And now you're going to pay," Juliet said, and came closer to Mort.