Tales of Amity Park's graveyard
Chapter: Cabin
A large motorcycle slowly rode amidst the traffic one hot afternoon, no one bothered to look at the rider despite being dressed in a thick black robe, a thick leather vest with the words "La Muerte" on the back, his face hidden away under a hood and a sharp scythe firmly placed on the backseat, the biker stared at the many family RVs trying to get out of the city and into the forest for a brief vacation, running away from the summer heat and the increasing flow of tourists filling with the streets with their cars and whatnots.
"Nothing beats a family outing at the local lake, a nice barbecue as the sun goes down, a cold beer on the porch while the kids run around like pups."- the reaper said as he parked his bike in between two cars, none of the drivers dare look at him. "Of course, things can always get a little troublesome out in the woods where no one can see anything, wildlife and other dangers lurk in those woods."- the reaper said as he looked into a fancy automobile where a young man with blonde hair with a blue wool vest sat despite the unbearable heat. With a soft chuckle, the reaper left.
The hot evening sun and the loud blaring of car horns frustrated Jeremy Manson as he gripped the wheel with such force that his knuckles turned white, it didn't help that his wife was chatting loudly on the phone with one of her friends, bordering with yelling at the device, her conversation consisted mainly of simple responses of yeah and no way. The man considered turning off the car stereo which added even more noise to the car's interior as it played his daughter's strange music at an obscene volume, one that she wasn't even listening to as a pair of thick headphones covered her ears.
A sigh of relief came out from Jeremy's lips as he finally managed to escape the traffic that was relatively normal on Amity Park's highway, most ironic considering the road was made to reduce traffic and increase vehicular transit. The man tried his very best to focus on the road before him as the city became smaller in the distance, the sounds commonly found in such a metropolis were soon replaced by the sounds of nature, unfortunately, the music prevented Jeremy from enjoying it.
"Are we there yet?"- Sam Manson, the only child of the Manson family asked with a condescending tone.
"We're almost there, honey."- Jeremy took this chance to lower the music's volume to something more respectable.
But two hours on the road was taking a toll on all the occupants, especially on his wife who was no longer screaming at the phone. Nevertheless, her eyes were still glued on the phone rather than on the beautiful mountainous landscape just beyond the window, the same applied to his daughter who claimed to be a nature lover and yet was more interested in fooling around with her laptop, perhaps a final attempt to communicate with her friends before losing internet. Soon they would be off the grid.
It was another hour into the drive that Jeremy parked his car in front of an old perhaps even ancient gas station making him wonder if it was still in service, upon looking at the gas pumps asked if they sold gasoline or petrol, an innocent joke that made the approaching attendee frown. Jeremy lifted his hands in playful defeat as he scrutinized the local man, as expected, he was dressed in old brown overalls, but by no means had the "toothless hillbilly" look Jeremy was expecting from someone so deep in the wood, though the attendee had the charm of a stray dog.
"Fill her up, please."- the man said as she walked over to the store. His wife and daughter both step out to stretch their legs.
"Sweet ride, that one of them Bentley?"- the young man asked as he pulled the gas guzzler.
"That's right. You got a good eye."- Jeremy wasn't expecting the man to know anything about cars passed the early 1950s.
"Evening, stranger."- a strange man missing his front teeth and dressed in filthy clothes spoke. "Cash or credit?"- the cashier asked as best he could.
Jeremy was most surprised to hear they took credit cards, for a moment he considered they still did trade, though the terminal did seem as old as the station itself, he smiled while putting a pack of beers, a few sodas, and some chips on the counter before pulling out his cash, just a little something to snack on their way up the mountain, he already had bought enough food and other essentials for the trip before leaving the mansion.
"Cash and the gas."- Jeremy replied as he handed the money.
"Where ya headed if ya don't mind me asking?"- the old man asked as he handed over the change. "There ain't much to see around these parts."- he continued.
"My mother has a cabin further up the mountain, used to come here during the summer back when I was a kid. Haven't been here in a long while."- Jeremy replied as the cashier put his shopping in a plastic bag.
It was upon exiting the shop that he noticed his daughter leaning against an abandoned car while playing with her cellphone, Jeremy frowned as he noticed his daughter's skirt was raising her butt, showing a little too much for his comfort but much to the attendee's delight as he was trying to sneak a peek up Sam's skirt, something rather easy due to the short length.
Jeremy cleared his throat loudly scaring off the young man, Sam didn't even look back at her father while she headed back to the car, her eyes still glued over the cell phone, the man then looked at his wife, Pamela Manson who was already waiting for him by the car, her round orange hair and expensive designer dress contrasted with the green scenery which he had to admit made things much cooler than in the city.
"Didn't know you pick up drinking."- Pamela asked with an accusatory voice as she looked at the beers through the translucid bag.
"It's just one, don't worry."- the man replied as he got on the family car. "Besides you'll love the cabin."- Jeremy added with a smile as he cracked open the beer can.
Pamela didn't like the cabin one bit as she walked through the door followed by her husband and daughter, a disgusted expression came over her entire face as she scrutinized with utter revulsion at the interior. Years of dust had formed thick layers on the floor and furniture, a bird nest could be seen on the wooden beam, and a large amount of birding droppings could be seen just underneath. Both mother and daughter found the deer's head hanging over the fireplace as more than tasteless, it was grotesque. Sam raised an eyebrow upon seeing an old lady figurine just underneath the deer, not even the painting of a riding his horse to battle give the cabin a semblance of elegancy.
The orange-haired woman would have preferred a million times over to stay at a five-star hotel with room service rather than in this filthy godforsaken excuse of a cabin, but as a wife, she once in a while had to indulge in her husband's sudden antics, he wanted to revive his childhood days. Even Sam who claimed to be a nature lover wanted to be anywhere but at the cabin, and was very clear about her dislike of the cabin to her parents. Electricity came via a diesel generator outside, the only thing that prevented his wife and daughter from walking out.
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The howling of a wolf welcomed the pale moon as she took her rightful place in the sky among the dark clouds that were threatening with rain, the bathroom door suddenly slammed wide open as Jeremy rushed in and headed straight for the sink heaving and panting. His throat burned as vomit rushed through, not even during his days at college had he thrown up in such fashion, tears streamed down his eyes, and his entire was starting to shake, his knees felt like jelly.
"Everything is alright. You're doing fine, nothing to worry about."- Jeremy said looking at his reflection in the mirror. It was then that his image came out holding his shoulders tightly, looking him dead in the eye.
"You just killed your wife and daughter with an axe. Do you think you're alright?"- the fake Jeremy said.
The man then fell to the ground panting and sobbing as he looked up in the mirror unable to see his doubleganger, terror filling his heart. Jeremy used the wall to crawl back up, his reflection greeting him like normal, it was just his mind turning to mush, with wobbling legs and unable to stand completely straight made his way back out, his eyes turned over to the dining table where he saw his family.
A large chunk of the back of Pamela's head was missing with most of her brain matter splattered over the wooden table and their dinner, a huge puddle of blood had formed just under her, the woman never saw the axe coming her way, nor had expected such brutal act of betrayal. Jeremy slowly moved his head to the door and saw his little girl, Sam Manson, lying over her belly on the floor, another pool of blood underneath the girl but what caught his attention was the murder weapon still stuck in her back.
Not even Jeremy expected Sam to instantly get up and try to run away, he envisioned a reaction similar to the movies where the character just freezes on the spot while the killer comes closer, but not her, it was as if she expected this from him. Sam got up and ran, in a strange way made things easier than having her sitting dumbfounded, but unfortunately, the floorboard broke leaving her completely exposed to her father's madness. It took three powerful strikes to the back to kill her, Jeremy looked away as his daughter's lifeless body twitched.
Both Pamela and Sam had been nothing more than holes in his pockets for far too many years, Pamela's weekly shopping sprees ranged in the five digits was something that he could ignore but her lack of respect was something that took a hearty toll, always being belittled by his wife at every chance she got, often comparing him to other men from their social circle, Jeremy had strong reasons to believe she was cheating on him, his main proof were hotel charges to his credit cards but the woman dismissed them by assuring him that she was just tired and had to take a nap or that she was taking a quick vacation, utter lies.
Jeremy looked down at his daughter, just like her mother, she was nothing more than a hole in his pockets. Just the month prior had organized a protest just to have the school menu changed for some vegetarian crap, hiring buses to transport a bunch of hippies that she paid for along with renting a stage which cost double for the "urgency" and it was all for nothing as the menu was set back to normal the next day. The man studied Sam's lifeless body, the ungrateful little rat was until a few minutes ago living proof of his wife's infidelity, her black hair and purple eyes were clear giveaways as he didn't have either.
"It's done, it's finally over."- the man said as he sat down on the couch staring at the fireplace.
"Nothing's over yet, this is part one."- The deer head spoke loud and clear.
The man yelled as he leaped over the couch, heart beating so loud that it could break through his ribcage, with a trembling jaw poked his head over the couch only to see the trophy unmoving, he was sure to be having a mental breakdown for having murdered his own family. No sane man could carry out such a despicable deed unscathed, but it had to be done, they had to pay for their constant transgressions, there was only so much a man could take, only so many humiliations a man could endure. In hindsight, his reaction could have been a little bit exaggerated, a divorce could have been a much less messy option.
"Bambi's right, you gotta get rid of the bodies, the cops are gonna start asking questions."- the old lady figurine said while looking at him.
"Burn them!"- the stove yelled out.
"Oh, for goodness' sake, that would take forever."- the portrait of a British officer that hung on the wall said. "There is a well in the backyard, it's been dry for years. Chop them up and toss their bodies in there, let the worms do the rest for you. It will take years for anyone to find them."- the officer said.
"That's a good plan, better than my first idea. I was gonna just bury them but any wild animal could dig them out, and even these hillbillies have phones."- Jeremy said looking at the portrait, he made a lot of sense. It was then that the old lady asked what his plan was for when the cops asked about them. "Don't worry, I got it all figured out, I'll them that Pamela and I had a huge fight, a screaming match, she said she was leaving me and Sam sided with her, and both left. I was mad so I said, fuck them, let them go. But there's no communication after weeks, I tried calling them, to at least bring Sam back, she's got to go to school but nothing, not a word, file a missing person report. No one will find them here. Genius." The man explained his master plan.
Jeremy had been meticulously planning this murder for months, coming up with different scenarios and constantly thinking about his wife's infidelity to further fuel his murderous anger, but in the end, acted on sheer impulse and used an axe that he found in the kitchen rather than the revolver he bought from a dealer a few weeks ago. Fury got the better of him, it was supposed to be a simple execution, one gunshot to the back of their heads while they slept but Pamela had to run her mouth. He was sure the police wouldn't suspect him directly as he didn't put life insurance on either of the girls, after all, it wasn't about money, it was about respect and his willingness to get it.
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"Ok, let's do this."- Jeremy said as he stared at his daughter's unmoving body.
Blood was starting to coagulate and the stench of iron was filling the room, it was the first time that Jeremy had ever actually smelled blood, he then noticed a brown liquid coming from underneath Sam's skirt. Her bowels were starting to loosen allowing for excrement to leave the body, the man suddenly felt ill, though unsure if due to the blood, the shit, or the guilt of his crime, without looking tried to reach for the axe.
Jeremy let go of an almost girlish groan as he touched the axe which made a wet noise, with the adrenaline and his anger long gone, he no longer had the strength or the willpower to even remove the axe much less dismember his daughter. With a deep breath took hold of the murder weapon and yanked it but to no avail, the blade was firmly encrusted in the girl's back, it didn't help that Jeremy was barely holding the grip as he felt great revulsion.
"I believe the blade got stuck in the spine. Try putting your foot on her back and move it back and forth, that'll loosen it."- the officer in the portrait commanded.
Jeremy nearly threw up in the process as he followed the instructions, blood gushed out from the fatal wound followed by odd wet cracking sounds that echoed throughout the living room, removing the axe was much harder than expected, a horrible endeavor without a doubt and for some reason that he couldn't point out far harder than committing the murder. But it was the atrocious and most disgusting smell that emanated from the girl that bothered him the most.
"I can do this; I already came this far."- the man said as he lifted the axe over his head.
"Remember to aim for the joint or you'll be here all night."- the officer in the portrait added. Jeremy swung his axe and with a single blow managed to chop off Sam's arm from the shoulder.
"Oh, my god! I can't do this!"- Jeremy yelled out as he turned away from the severed limb.
"Collect yourself, my boy. This is no time to have a weak stomach."- the portrait declared. "Now hurry up, chop-chop."- he added.
"There's no need to go to such lengths. Just carry their bodies and dump them."- the old lady counteroffer.
Jeremy sighed almost in relief as walked once more to his daughter and turned her over with much difficulty, her once vibrant purple eyes now lifeless stared at him in an almost accusatory manner making him feel most uncomfortable. With a loud heave lifted the girl over his shoulder swearing she was much heavier than she looked, her weight made his knees wobble like a newborn deer which made the deer's head laugh. Sam was too heavy for Jeremy to carry making him fall on his back, a disgusted groan escaped from his mouth as some of Sam's bodily fluids fell on his sweater.
"That's why I insisted on chopping them up, for ease of transportation. A dead body weight more than a living one."- the portrait said.
"Oh dear. That's some scandalous underwear."- The old lady said with a soft giggle.
Sam's skirt had rolled over her hips showing much to Jeremy's dislike a G-string panty, such underwear was something that he would have never approved of, though in the last few months had no say in her life, much less in what she wore. The man tried to grant his daughter some modesty by pulling her skirt back in place before walking out of the cabin, the woods were much darker than he expected, there was nothing more than a sea of black with a faint tree-top outline.
"You sure she didn't slide a shoelace up her ass? Putting the shit aside, she's got a nice ass."- the deer mocked. "I'm just joking, man. I remember now, there's a wheelbarrow in the shed, just next door." The head added upon seeing Jeremy's glare.
That simple string Sam was wearing made him realize how little he knew about his own daughter, while it was true that Pamela constantly tried to make her wear pink dresses and stay in fashion, he never tried to interact with Sam beyond necessary, always busy with work and other matters. Only recently discovered her vegetarianism, he knew about her hobbies and protests due to the school constantly calling to complain, most recently was about her letting a bunch of frogs loose.
"No respect at all, not even my damn hallucinations respect me!"- Jeremy growled as he exists the cabin and walks over to the shed.
The shed was much older than the cabin itself, the wooden planks were starting to fall off due to age and lack of maintenance, and it had no floor just dirt. Jeremy stared at the many rusty tools while trying to remember if his father built the cabin or bought it. The place had always been there since as far as he could remember, coming over every summer until he left for college, a shame that the first visit since then was only to commit an atrocity.
Jeremy found the wheelbarrow underneath a makeshift table, as expected it was rusty and missing a few parts but it would make do, before leaving, the man noticed a machete and a hacksaw, it was clear that he didn't have the stomach or heart to butcher his wife and daughter but it was in his best interest to take them with if the need arises. As he stepped out of the shed Jeremy could have sworn glowing eyes were staring at him from the forests, fearing there might be wolves lurking about hurried back to the cabin.
"For crying out loud, man, if you couldn't do it with an axe, you won't do it with those items." The portrait said once Jeremy shoved the wheelbarrow inside the cabin.
The man ignores the talking portrait as he kneels in front of Sam whom he lifts princess style, she is already cold to the touch and unresponsive, her head hung backward. Despite the brutal manner in which her father killed her, and was placed with the utmost care in the wheelbarrow, Jeremy frowned as he heard the deer's head snicking, there was no denying he was a hypocrite. It was then that he turned his attention over to his wife who rested what was left of her head on the table, the man didn't want to make multiple trips.
"Oh my god!"- Jeremy exclaimed as he pulled his wife's corpse back making the semi-dry blood stretch out like melted cheese. "For fuck's sake!"- the man yelled out as tossed Pamela over Sam, but part of her brain spilled on the floor. Jeremy sighed as he looked through the window and saw the well was at least a whole football field away, thankfully, it was a straight line between tall trees.
Moving both corpses was still a difficult task even with the wheelbarrow, their combined weights were almost too much for the wheel, and Jeremy who in a matter of seconds was drenched in sweat, both arms aching but even so managed to move them to the well. The businessman wasn't built for any physical labor, he was made to sit in an office sipping coffee and doing millions of dollars deals for the company. With a loud groan, Jeremy tossed Pamela down the black well.
"For a vegetarian, you sure are packing some extra pounds."- Jeremy exclaimed as picked up his daughter and tossed her into the well. A horrid thud echoed throughout the well.
It started to rain as Jeremy headed back to the cabin, silence and nothing more. The man was most grateful his hallucinations had ended now that he had disposed of his wife and daughter, their presence had an immediate effect on his mental state, it was around midnight that he finally cleaned up all the evidence of his crime, the floor hadn't been so shiny in decades nor most of the furniture. Jeremy wanted to leave there and then but hadn't noticed the rain transforming into a downpour, he was too tired to stay on his feet much less make the three-hour drive back to Amity Park. A nap was in order but couldn't bring himself to sleep not after all that had just taken place.
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"How could you!'"- Jeremy sat up straight on the couch upon hearing his wife's voice.
"No! It's just my head coping with all this shit. Damn, I should have left when I had the chance."- the man said to himself while looking at the portrait of the officer expecting an answer from him but none came. "Food! That's what I need to calm my nerves down."- the man added as he searched for in the grocery bags.
A powerful thunder strike revealed a shadow standing just outside the window making Jeremy scream and drop the sandwich he was making. Perhaps some local took notice of the illuminated cabin and came to investigate, a rather foolish endeavor considering the time and location but Jeremy knew these people weren't exactly smart, using his cellphone light to peek through the window, there was no one on the other side which made him shake his head in embarrassment for jumping at shadows, of course his horrible crime was clearly to blame for his current mental state. Nothing a beer or two couldn't fix.
The remaining three cans of liquid valor weren't enough to get him drunk not even slightly dizzy, something that he was most thankful for as he planned to leave the second the rain stopped or was at least in drivable conditions but the downpour carried on until two in the morning, not a drop could be heard afterward. Jeremy wanted to sleep, but unfortunately, he was too worked up and nervous to get any manner of rest, not to mention there was no way he could sleep without his Egyptian cotton bedsheets and goose feather pillows, without either of them it was just impossible.
"What's wrong? Having first-world problems? Do you need a busty maid to tuck you in?"- the deer trophy hanging on the wall mocked.
"Oh, shut up. You're just a figment of my imagination. Once I'm back to civilization and a few weeks have gone by, you'll be just another dead deer."- the man said packing the last of his belongings, all that belonged to his wife and daughter were now at the bottom of the well with them.
The door creaks wide open sending horrid shivers all over Jeremy's body as he looks into the dark void, a pair of heavy muddy boots can be seen, but the owner remains engulfed in darkness making Jeremy shake, though not due to the cold winds. A single muddy hand came out from the dark tightly grabbing the doorframe. The blonde-haired man felt his bladder failing him as he recognized the filthy wristband. The trophy head, the old lady figurine, and the portrait all looked at the door with stoic expressions.
"Daddy… I don't feel so good, I'm cold and I can't feel my arm."- Sam's voice could be heard coming from the dark. "Why? Why did you hurt me like this?"- the girl asked with the most sorrowful voice Jeremy had ever heard.
The horror before Jeremy was such that his knees lost all strength letting him fall to the ground, his eyes opening wider than a pair of saucers as his only daughter slowly walked inside the cabin allowing the yellow lightbulb to show her pale skin now transformed grey with hints of green and purple, her ruined clothes showed several cuts and scratches that decorated her entire body. Most horrifying was her missing left arm that he chopped off, no, that was not the worst. Her eyes were grey and lifeless, the eyes of the dead.
"No! no! You are not real. It's just my head turning into mush, nothing some pills can't fix."- the man said standing up. "Get out!"- the man commanded.
A smile grew across his face as he saw Sam take a step back into the dark, his paternal authority seemed to still be in place, he wasn't intimidated by some imaginary foe that pretended to be his daughter. Jeremy's smile and proud position soon vanished as the girl reemerged holding the same axe that claimed her life a few hours ago, Sam slowly walked closer to her father dragging the axe with her only hand, the man tried to stand proud, to show no fear but his couldn't stop himself from shaking as the undead girl came nearer, without warning Sam swung the blade hitting her father with the butt straight in the jaw.
"Was that real enough for you, Daddy?"- Sam said, her voice deeper and more menacing.
Jeremy screamed as he rolled just in time to avoid the axe strike, the girl swung her blade around but her jittery movements allowed the man to put distance between himself and the undead girl, despite the difference in size and body mass, there was no way Jeremy would come closer, not with her armed with an axe. Jeremy looked over at the deer's head, the old lady, the portrait, and even the stove but none of them talked to him.
"It's time to take your medicine you, ungrateful brat!"- Jeremy yelled as he took hold of a chair and broke it on Sam's head bringing her down. "That's right! Who's your daddy? I should have been harder on you and maybe this wouldn't have happened."- the man said as he walked back clutching a piece of the chair. The window broke and a pair of arms grabbed him from behind.
"How dare you hit the girl! That's no way to treat our little princess!"- Pamela yelled with a ghoulish voice that could only belong to a monster.
Her manicured fingers dug into Jeremy's flesh easily drawing blood, though more frighting than having his ex-wife trying to claw his throat out was seeing his deranged undead daughter standing up while clutching the axe, she twitched with each step she took forward, her eyes now glowing green. Jeremy started to hyperventilate as he saw the axe rising over Sam's head, a wicked smile drawn across her face.
Almost drawn by instinct, Jeremy plunged the piece of wood into Pamela's eye upon noticing it had a sharp point, that was even for the undead woman to let go with enough seconds for him to dodge the axe. The man saw with horror and disbelief as the one-arm girl yanked the axe off the wall while his ex-wife crawled through the window, unfazed by the large piece of wood stuck in her eye which she pulled out without making so much as a grunt, Jeremy never did like getting on Pamela's bad side but this was a whole new level.
"If you would have chopped them up as I told you this wouldn't be a problem, would it now?"- the portrait finally spoke.
"Not a good time!"- Jeremy declared as he retreated into the only bedroom in the cabin.
The door wouldn't stop the undead and the axe for too long, it was after all just a piece of rotting wood held by a single 4 x 4, nails and the grace of God. Jeremy had a stroke of genius that made him use the bed to block the door granting invaluable minutes. Even under pressure and duress, Jeremy knew how to think, a privilege and skill earned after years of being a company president, he didn't retreat to the bedroom driven by instinct.
Jeremy quickly opened his suitcase and started tossing its contents on the floor until he came across a small leather bag that contained a snub nose revolver, the very same he initially intended on using with his wife and daughter, it was an old small firearm caliber .38 with duct tape keeping the handle in place. Surely, he could have easily bought a newer and more reliable version at any gun shop around Amity Park or any neighboring city but that meant having his name in a registry making its original intention completely useless.
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A single halfhearted strike was enough to bring down a large portion of the door, going against recommendations, he made sure to keep the gun loaded from the moment he left the mansion, something frowned upon by gun experts, all that was left was to cock it. Jeremy had never held a firearm in his entire life, not even during his summer visits to the cabin, though bragged about going hunting with his dad, an event that never took place.
"Daddy, come out and play."- Sam spoke after putting her face in the hole made by the axe. Her voice was deep and terrible, almost as if two or more persons were talking at the same time.
Jeremy aimed his gun directly at his undead daughter's head and pulled the trigger, it was heavier than he expected making him miss by a whole meter. The blast left a ringing in the man's ear that lasted a few seconds, Sam was grinning, almost taunting him to shoot again which he didn't doubt doing but with the same results. Not even he expected to be such a lousy shot, especially at such short range, the goth soon pulled her face away from the door.
"Honey, come on out, I'm angry at you."- Pamela said with her sweet voice and yet something was menacing in the way she phrased her words. "You only chopped half my head off! After everything I've done for you!"- the woman added with a terrible voice that could only belong to a demon.
"Everything you've done for me?! Like spending a million dollars last year on designer clothes that you don't wear, jewels, and fancy restaurants without even asking me first."- Jeremy accused. "Don't get me started with the whole infidelity thing."- the man continued as he aimed at the door.
"I've been a loyal wife, more than you deserve!"- Pamela replied.
"You think I'm stupid! I know you've been seeing that prick Dinkleberg, and made me into a laughing stock."- Jeremy added more angry than afraid.
"What did you expect? I'm a high-maintenance woman and that tiny, little baby dick of yours would never satisfy me."- Pamela's cruel words carve deep into Jeremy.
The man yelled as he opened fire again until the chamber was empty, leaving only the clicking sound before as he continued pulling the trigger, anger fueling his hands. It was then that he took a whole box filled with ammo and began reloading his weapon just as the gun dealer told him. Some too many people bought firearms without knowing the basics to the point the dealer was forced to charge an additional fee for quick instructions.
Jeremy considered his options; there were only two ways out of the bedroom, the door where his zombie wife and daughter were waiting for him with murderous intentions and the window leading to the forest. A plan was already forming in his head as he took all the bullets and his car keys, there was no way he would run into the forest like a headless chicken hoping for the best, simple plans were often the best.
"I can outrun these two zombie bitches, I'll get in the car and drive back to civilization, there's no way they can follow me back to Amity Park."- Jeremy whispered as he looked out the window. He would have to be stealthy.
Heavy breathing could be heard from the other side of the door making him wonder if his rage fuel shooting managed to hurt the monster, Jeremy slowly made his way to the window not wanting to take any unnecessary risks. Pamela then shoved her entire arm through the hole and started shoving the bed out of the way while squealing no different from a pig, Jeremy opened the window but saw the axe coming directly to his face.
Even though he pulled back in the nick of time, the blade still cut part of his lips before falling to the ground. Half of Sam's body was already through the window, Jeremy looked over at the blade on the floor and back to Sam, unfortunately, it took him far too long to decide his next course of action allowing the girl to grab him by the neck with her only remaining hand, Jeremy was shocked by how powerful her grip was, easily cutting all airflow within a second.
"Give me a kiss, Daddy."- Sam taunted as she saw a row of the most horrible needle-like teeth Jeremy had ever seen in his life.
A gunshot echoed throughout the forest as Jeremy fired at point-blank range, directly into her stomach. The bullet went straight out leaving a small mist of blood in the air, a second shot boomed forcing the girl to let go, it was then that Pamela went berserk as she started to scream while pulling the door apart, it was a matter of minutes before she was inside and that would surely spell out Jeremy's end.
The man saw as Sam walked backward, getting ready to charge. Not even Jeremy understood why he closed the curtains rather than shooting at the zombie, just a mere moment later Sam leaped through the window and rolled on the floor, growling like an animal before standing up with the curtain still over her. It reminded Jeremy of the classic version of a ghost, the type with white blankets over them, such silly creatures never scared him back in his youthful days, but now it was completely different, it was terrifying.
"Why can't you say dead!?"- Jeremy yelled as he fired his revolver, as surprising as it was, the first shot hit center mass while the second only scraped her arm but the third shot missed completely.
His eyes opened wide with horror as Sam floated at least two feet off the ground, the curtain making her look like a ghost more than a zombie or whatever demonic creature she was now. Pamela finally broke in, crawling over the bed like an animal, blood, and drool coming out of her mouth, she was but a shadow of her formal self, the luscious orange hair that she was so proud of and had spent thousands of dollars was a complete mess along with her equally expensive makeup, though it was the wreaked designer dress what bothered Jeremy the most, seeing torn and muddy was heartbreaking.
Without wasting any more time, Jeremy rushed toward the window as the two entities followed close behind. His zombie theory also followed out the window, he knew zombies didn't fly and according to the movies, they would die without a brain something that Pamela didn't have, both alive and dead, and yet, continued chasing after him. Worst of all, was that he couldn't outrun either of the monsters, Pamela was quickly catching up, and Jeremy had only one chance to get in the car. But just as his hand touched the handle was yanked by the sweater and thrown into the cabin.
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Jeremy groaned in utter pain as he stared at the door where he saw his wife walking up to him, still trying to emulate her elegant catwalk despite her horrific conditions, his back was hurting so much it would take him several seconds to get back on his feet, though was sure running was no longer an option, neither was fighting them hand to hand. Whatever dark and diabolical power was moving them also granted a huge amount of strength more than he could ever muster in his wildest dream.
The evilest grin Jeremy had ever seen grew across Pamela's face as she came closer to her former husband, the man aimed his revolver and pulled the trigger not expecting to hit the woman but much to his surprise, hit dead center. The bullet went right between the eyes making her instantly fall, nothing more than sheer dumb luck, Jeremy chuckled as he struggled to get back on his feet, unable to believe he took her down with one shot.
"That's what you get for messing with me, bitch!"- Jeremy declared with pride.
A horrible shrieked boom as Sam came flying directly at him with the axe once more in her clutches, by sheer instinct, Jeremy tried to shoot but found out that his revolver was empty but it was this instinct that allowed him to dodge the attack, earning a small cut on the shoulder. The man dropped the revolver as the axe came back, perhaps it was the adrenaline running through his veins or the fact his attacker had only one hand but managed to hold the handle preventing it from making contact with his face. Despite having only a thin arm, Sam was incredibly strong, easily pushing her father back.
His Oxford shoes didn't have the kind of traction he needed to stay in place as Sam was slowly but steadily pushing him back, gaining more terrain, her strength and energy seemingly endless, her figure growing taller and more intimidating. Jeremy on the other hand, was running out of strength and already a step away from shitting his pants something that he expected should have happened a long time ago, but his current situation didn't let him.
It was then that he felt the old stove pressing on his back, he had been pushed all the way into the kitchen, the stove's words resounding in his head. Jeremy desperately looked around as he recalled bringing kerosine to light up the stove, there it was on a shelve at arm's length. He used all his strength to shove the girl back, a titanic endeavor with her augmented strength, just as his arms were about to give in gave Sam a mighty headbutt that threw her back, red staining the beige curtain that Jeremy could have sworn were once white.
"How about you start showing some respect!"- Jeremy declared as he squeezed the kerosene can, spraying the liquid over Sam, all he needed now was some fire.
The stove lit up on its own, there was no time to question the reasons, all he cared for at the moment was taking hold of a handful of paper napkins which he tossed at Sam once they were on fire. The girl was quickly engulfed in flames that also threatened to set the whole cabin on fire, the oven door opened on its own, and once more Jeremy didn't question the whys instead picked up the axe and struck her in the belly and despite the danger of being burned used the axe to force the girl inside the over. He could see the irony of being burned in an oven. The girl tried to force her way out while screaming but Jeremy used a nearby apron to keep the door closed.
Just as a triumphant chuckle escaped his lips heard a horrible shriek coming his way followed by the most horrible pain ever felt, Pamela plunged a steak knife into his chest upon turning around, there was no screaming, there was no time for it as blood quickly started gushing out but Jeremy was not out of the fight just yet. Using the axe as a knife managed to slice her throat wide open, and dark red blood soon poured out from the wound like an open faucet.
Pamela let go of her husband who didn't waste a single second to strike her down with the axe despite having the small blade still stuck on his chest, his left arm was unresponsive but he only needed one to wield the axe. Pamela's head rolled across the floor after Jeremy chopped it off, and both arms followed up for good measure, he then dropped the weapon on the floor, his wife's body twitched and Sam was no longer screaming, it was over.
"Bloody good show, my boy"- Jeremy tried to ignore the talking portrait, he had enough of madness for one day.
(XXXX)
Sweat dripped down from Jeremy's forehead as he once more shoved the dismembered bodies of his wife and daughter in the wheelbarrow straight to the well, it took him the rest of the night but he cut them apart, a truly bloody endeavor, perhaps if he had not been so lazy, he could have avoided a lot of pain and mental damage. Cleaning up the blood and gore carried until past midday. Jeremy never thought housework was so hard, the first order of business when coming back to Amity was to give his maid and butler a hearty raise, one he could easily afford now that the two holes in his pockets had been sawn.
"Why the hell did I even think about doing this myself, should have hired a professional, a cold calculating assassin."- Jeremy said as he looked at the wound in his chest regretting having brought his custom-made cutlery. "What the hell is wrong with this damn place, did dad build the cabin on some ancient Indian burial ground or something."- the man asked no one in particular.
No matter how hard Jeremy tried, he couldn't remember any paranormal events taking place when he visited many years ago, the trophy head, the portrait, and the stove never spoke to him before, he was sure there was no boogeyman lurking around. Whatever happened the previous night was over but it was in his best interest to leave as soon as possible, the man looked at all the items in the cabin wanting and not wanting them to speak, they were all inanimate objects, just his head guiding him through the hardship.
After a cold shower and putting on clean clothes, Jeremy stood in the middle of the living room holding his suitcase and looking over at the deer, the old lady figurine, and the portrait, none of which were moving or making a sound, he attributed their conversation to a brief mental breakdown, and the over door opening had to be nothing more than sheer coincidence though that didn't explain why the stove turn on, it didn't matter since he didn't plan on ever coming back. It was a bright new day free of the anvil that was marriage and parenthood.
Jeremy unlocked the car from a distance using the remote control but in doing so failed to see a root sticking out from the ground, the man lay in a muddy puddle as blood flowed out from his mouth and nose, and a hole made by a piece of broken branch sticking out from the ground that plunge through his neck leaving his body immobile. After all the hell he went through, all it took for him to die was a moment of clumsiness.
The End.
