"One, two, three, one two three, and twirl, and dip and twirl, and..."
Thump!
"GOD! Mary can't you even do a simple dance?"
Mary Whirlinda looked up at her husband.
"Well George if someone could twirl me without dropping me we wouldn't be in this mess!"
George looked down at his wife.
"Don't you dare talk back to me woman!"
With that he reaches over for the first thing he could grab.
A silver candlestick.
"George what are you doing?"
"Teaching you never to talk back to me again!"
With that Mary's world goes dark.
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Mary wakes up with a jolt.
Sitting up straight in bed she lookes over at her husband.
"I hate you." she whispered.
He rolled over.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing dear go back to sleep, I'm just going to the bathroom."
Mary climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom down the hallway.
After getting out of earshot she hurried herself to the ballroom where there was a phone.
One ring, two ring, three ring.
"Hello..."
"Jack?"
"Mary?"
"Yes how long until you can pick me up?"
"Well I packing to leave Narryville right now...so I should be there tommorrow afternoon."
"Thank God."
"Whats wrong do you want me to come pick you up tonight?"
"No..I'm not packed yet I need to wait until I can say I am going into town tommorrow."
"Allright I will meet you at the Tea Kettle tommorrow at 5:00."
"Thats right."
"I love you Mary..."
"I love you to Jake."
With that Mary hung up.
Sigh
"Not much longer until I can be happy again."
"Happy with who...Jake?"
Mary whirls around.
"George!"
"Trying to leave me Mary?"
"No...I am just going to meet a friend of mine in town tommorrow."
"Yeah I'm sure...you know if you weren't happy I could have given you a ticket out of here."
"Really?" asked Mary as she walked backwards.
"Yeah...my dear...a ticket to hell that is!"
With that George pulls a silver candelstick from behind his back.
Before Mary had a chance to blink he had her on the ground hitting her in the head over and over. She doesn't even have time to scream.
#&$#$&$&
Panting George looks over the body of his now dead wife Mary, then at his blood covered hands and clothing.
"Well I guess thats done now."
With that he makes his way over to the window and opens it taking his hand he smashes his hand into the other half of the window to make it look like a robbery. Then he begins to destroy the place. Ripping down pictures, breaking chairs, even peeing on the persian rug in the middle of the room just for the hell of it, and the fact is that he really needed to pee.
After he was done he stripped Mary of all her jewerly and stuck it in his pockets.
"That will teach you bitch." he said kicking her with all his might.
Giggling to himself he makes his way to the door turning around one more time to admire his work of art.
Looking around at the runined room his eyes once again fall on Mary.
However this time Mary was gone.
"What the hell...?"
"Miss me darling?"
George jumped nearly out of his skin when he heard her voice.
Turning around he saw Mary standing between him and the door.
"What...it can't be...I killed you..."
"Oh its me..." she said flipping her hair behind her showing her bashed in face and head. "You know I just couldn't leave without one last dance."
With that George lost all control of his body. He started doing a slow waltz all by himself. Just him dancing in the middle of the floor. Mary keeping her eyes on him at all time.
"Let me go you bitch!" he screamed at her. Alas she didn't say or do anything but watch him dance.
After the waltz he started tap dancing, then foxtrotting, then the box step, and then he came into a stance for the tango. Mary walked over to him slowly, its almost like she was slinking over to him.
His hands went around her waist as her hand joined his.
The music played and their eyes locked.
"Go to hell!" he whispered in a quite voice.
She looked at him straight in the eyes and with a evil little smirk and a glint in her eyes she siad something that shilled him to the bones.
"I have darling, and I thought that because you made my life a living hell here, I should just return the favor in your afterlife."
With that the music tempo picked up and they took off twirling and whirling. Until George collapsed in the floor of a stroke.
Mary watched as he breathed his last breath then her body fell to the floor on top of George. A happy grin on her face.
&$#
Bogmire watched all this with much excitement he had never seen a real murder before, then to see a soul jump back into a broken body to take revenge was all to sweet. He almost hated to suck them up. But he did it anyhow.
"Wow...maybe all of them will be this easy." he said as he floated along the room looking at the destruction.
"I have to say if he wasn't already hellbound to begin with then this pushed him over the top for sure."
With a smirk he looked over and saw the two bodies laying on the ground. Laughing to himself he makes his way to the next soul.
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Sarah