𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄
"The kids are asleep sweetheart~" The wife cooed as she got in bed next to her husband who laid there shirtless waiting for his beautiful wife.
"Oh Jesse!" The husband said as he placed his lops against his wife's and started making out. The two were lost in their world until one of their daughters screams echoed throughout the house.
The wife and husband jumped up. The husband grabbed a shotgun, and his wife's robe to cover his semi naked form.
"Lock the door. Call the police! NOW!" He whispers yelled at his wife as he left the room.
Shotgun in hand, he ran to the kids' room and only found a blood spatter on one of their bedsheets. "SALLY! GLINDA!" He screamed as he looked for his daughters.
He ran through most upstairs rooms and downstairs but found nothing. He ran back upstairs to check the kids' room again but nothing... until he saw a drop in the corner of his eye.
Quickly turning his head he saw a fresh blood drop on Glinda's bed. With intense fear taking control of him he looked up and saw Glinda's decapitated head hanging from the ceiling. Before the husband could look at Sally's bed the closet doors behind him burst open and two sharp pencils met his eyes. The man screamed in agony as he tried to remove the pencils from his eyes but failed as what was a wood saw sliced his neck while he was still alive. The screams got louder and louder until the head was now fully removed.
The wife tried to remain calm as she heard her husband's anguished cries in the kids' room. She already called the police but they were taking too long. There was a thud against the bedroom door as the killer tried to break it down. She stood against the bathroom door in the room, holding an axe with tears in her eyes not because she was scared but because even if she survived. She will have no one. Her husband and kids are gone. She has no other family but them.
The wife turns the axe's sharp end to her face and strikes it against her head full force right as the door bursts open. Her limp body fell to the floor and before life left her eyes she saw a hooded figure enter the room.
Mike has seen a lot of horrible crimes in Palmoore, but never this vulgar. The decapitated head of a teenaged girl hanging from the ceiling. The headless body belonging to the head cramped into the closet. The youngest girls head was found but her body is missing. The mother and father were found in a compromising position on top of each other with both their eyes removed.
Mike went downstairs to look at the Christmas tree. A large intestine and small intestine was thrown around the tree's branches, and the missing eyes belonging to the mother and father are hung up like Christmas ornaments. A heart was stabbed to the top where the star used to be.
"Gnarly, isn't it." Ollie, Mikes colleague and friend, spoke out and pointed at the tree.
Mike briefly glanced at Ollie and back at the tree, and then at the other officers who were taking pictures of the crime scene.
"How did a person do this two minutes before the police showed up? The bodies? The organs? The eyes?" Mike put his hands in his jacket pockets as he strolled out of the house with Ollie trailing behind him.
"It could be two people... or if you believe in the supernatural–"
"I don't believe in ghosts, Ollie!" Mike interrupted with a sharp glare. The two continued to investigate.
That night, Mike went home to his wife, Velma. A beautiful brunnette with a four month pregnant belly. Seeing a dead family just made Mike more aware of their surroundings and security. When he entered the house, he made sure everything was locked shut.
He made his way to Velma, who sat on the couch watching TV and eating small pretzels with a blanket draped over her shoulders. He wrapped one arm around her and placed his other hand on her stomach.
"Not a good day, I assume?" Velma half joked.
Mike shook his head.
"No... it wasn't."
"Do I even want to know?"
"No."
"I saw the news before you came home." Velma sat up and looked at her husband and continued. "The Winston Family is dead."
Mike stayed quiet for a moment and looked back at his wife. "It was something... new..." His eyes examined his wife's face before continuing. "Their organs were on the Christmas tree..."
Ollie made his way to his little apartment, waving a big hand and a friendly smile to his elderly neighbors before unlocking his door and entering. He walked over to the fridge, opened it, and grabbed a can of soda. He stands in the middle of his kitchen and looks around the apartment. Lonely. He takes a sip from his soda can and sits on the couch, staring at his wall. He thinks about the murder, the heads, the organs, the eyes.
While Ollie was drinking away, his elderly neighbors were tied to their beds with tape over their mouths and blindfolds over their eyes as knives cut into their flesh. Their screams were muffled by the tape.
The only sounds they could make out were the sound of tearing flesh and chewing. The killers were eating them while they were alive.
The old woman eventually died of shock, leaving her husband alone to suffer.
One of the killers, Killer Dýo, removed the tape from his mouth but quickly covered it with its hand to muffle his screams. Killer Dýo took a large kitchen knife and stabbed into the old man's mouth. The screams were replaced with gurgling sounds as blood rose and flooded from his mouth. Killer Enas leaned forward and sucked up the blood, and looked up at Killer Dýo. Killer Dýo grinned as it leaned forward and kissed Killer Enas. Enas spat some blood into Dýo's mouth, and the two swallowed while continuing to kiss on top of the dead bodies of their victims.
They removed their clothing, and Dýo wrapped it's arms around Enas and picked it up as they continued kissing.
The elderly couple was found the next morning by their grandson, who was at a friend's house when the murder took place. He had a spare key, and that is how he discovered his grandparent's mutilated corpses. Eyeballs were once again found on the Christmas tree with the small and large intestines wrapped around it like decorations.
Mike took a skaky breath as he analyzed the scene in front of him. He couldn't imagine how traumatic it must have been for the 16 year old when he came home and saw his grandparents in this state. Mike's is again filled with worries of Velma and their unborn baby.
'I should send her away until I catch this monster. It will be for the best.' Mike thought.
Mike investigated the apartment when Ollie, who was in just as much shock as his neighbors' grandson, rushed in.
"Two... more... found dead!" He managed to say between breaths.
"What?!" Mike spun around.
In a small cottage near the lake were a family of five nailed against the living room wall. Their heads were removed and placed on the kitchen counter in order of age. The mother, 45, the father, 40, the oldest, 20 year old man, the middle, a 17 year old boy, and the most upsetting one, the youngest, 3 year old girl.
Mike's heart sank.
'There is no way a human being could do something like this! But then again. I've seen what fathers do to their kids and mothers who take advantage of their son's. My mother was one of those.'
Mike shook his head, trying not to think about the awful things his mother put him through. 'Atleast she is rotting away in prison.'
Ollie was at another apartment complex with a different team. Two women were killed. Organs are missing, and the large intestine was hanging on the door to the apartment complex. One of the neighbors saw the intestine and reported a horrid smell coming from it before recognizing what it was. The two women are Linda and Lori. Sisters.
Ollie walked around the apartment and noticed a single pair of bloody shoe prints. It belonged to what he assumed was a size nine shoe. It was the only track there close to a puddle of blood.
'Must belong to the killer!' He thought.
Ollie looked around and noticed that there wasn't another pair, only this one.
"The killer must've removed their shoes when they realized they were going to leave tracks behind." Ollie said to himself. He looked around more and even peeked outside the window and looked at the snowless ground. Despite the winter and holiday season. Palmoore did not receive snow every year, only once approximately every twelve years.
"Linda and Lori Minx. They were sisters who ran away from home to escape the horrible abuse. Since they were new here and neighbors claim that they made sure their family will never know where they are, it is unlikely the estranged family has anything to do with their death." The chief said, pointing at a board with pictures of the victims.
"The Aster Family. Family of five who lived in Palmoore for ten years. The family was loved by everyone around them, and extended family claim they can't imagine anyone wanting to harm the family."
Mike and Ollie looked at each other and whispered among themselves.
"Is it just me, or does it seem like the killer just attacks homes with at least two or more residents in them." Ollie started.
Mike looked at the chief and back at his friend.
"I have been thinking the same thing, and it just worries me more about Velma." Mike moves his tongue around his mouth before speaking again. "I think I am going to send her away to live with my father in Manhattan for a while until we catch this... thing!"
Ollie nods in agreement, and the two look back at the chief who went on about the other victims.
Mike sat on the couch still in uniform with his head in his hands as Velma packed some clothes.
She was incredibly stubborn, saying she won't leave him in this mess alone. Eventually, Mike convinced her it's for the best and let his dad know that she was going to him the next day.
Mike looked at the window beside him and swore he saw two pairs of very human like hands pull away from the windows and dissappear into the darkness. He jumped up and ran towards the window. He pulled out his gun as he made sure the window was locked. He investigated downstairs and made sure every door was locked. When he moved upstairs, Velma bumped into him.
"Velma! Go to our bedroom and lock the door. Take the spare gun from the safe!"
Velma didn't answer. She knew this meant trouble was waiting and retreated back to the bedroom and locked the door.
Mike roamed the house and made sure everything was locked. In the dark windows of the bathroom, he saw two pairs of glowing eyes staring at him, and one of them showed off a smile with surprising white teeth. Luckily, all the windows had bars on them, so these... things won't get in through the windows. He pointed his gun at the eyes, and they dissappeared again. He grabbed his radio to signal for backup but received mocking laughter in return. He tried a few more times, and the radio spoke more like sang in response. He haunting voice rang out through the radio.
"God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ, our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy"
Mike ripped off his radio and slammed it against the floor. He took out his phone and called Ollie.
'Oliver Morrace here. What's up, Mike!'
"Ollie! Call for backup and send them to my house, Poloma Avenue! NOW!" Mike's voice was urgent and desperate. He didn't care much about himself. Only Velma and their baby. He heard knocking come from the nursery he and his wife set up for the little one. Mike burst out of the bathroom and sprinted toward the nursery and kicked open the door. Through the window he saw the eyes again.
'Wait... we are on the second floor. How are they this high? There are no trees in the backyard.'
The eyes on the left opened its maw and showed of a little more yellow teeth. Mike pointed his gun at it and pulled the trigger to send a bullet flying to the window. The thing in the window dodged it and came back. The two things gave him a mocking smile and stuck their tongues out at him. Those tongues were abnormally long.
The creatures pulled their tongues back when they heard sirens wailing around the neighborhood. They glanced at Mike with impossibly wide grins and dissappeared.
Mike ran downstairs and swiftly swung open the front door. He pointed his gun immediately at the first thing he saw.
"Woah! Sir, it's Nikki!" A young police officer spoke up and raised her hands in the air. Ollie and more officers approached the house.
"I last saw them at the back!" Mike yelled at the officers. All of them including Nikki ran around the house. Ollie walked in and pulled Mike into a quick hug.
Mike smiled and hugged his friend back. He pulled away when he heard
"Honey!" Velma moved down the stairs at a rapid pace and jumped into her husband's arms. Ollie stood back a little feeling slightly jealous that he didn't have someone like that to run into his arms when he came home.
"Maybe you two should come stay with me. I don't want anything to happen to you two." Ollie proposed.
Mike wanted to respond but was interrupted by his wife.
"Yes, that would be great, Oliver."
Mike and Ollie made eye contact and just nodded.
Mike and Velma stepped into Ollie's apartment and took a look around. It was very cozy for a typical downtown apartment.
"Make yourselves at home." Ollie gave a slight smile. "I will change the covers of my bed for you two."
Before Velma and Mike could protest, Ollie gestured the two of them to the bathroom and dissappeared into his room.
Mike let out a sigh and pulled his wife by the waist to the bathroom.
In the shower, Velma rubbed the soap over Mike's body as he was lost in thought about what he saw back at home. Velma mindlessly washed her husband's body, and when she finished, she placed the soap in his hands. Mike smiled at his wife and gently rubbed the soap over her body. Velma smiled back and placed her hands on his forearms.
"I love you, Mike! Please don't die." Mike watched his wife's eyes water and quickly pulled her into a hug.
"Shh... I will be okay." Or Mike liked to convince himself that.
Velma sobbed into her husband's chest as the water washed away the soap.
Ollie made a bed for himself on the couch and said goodnight to the couple as they entered the bedroom. Velma stayed awake and laid in awkward silence with Mike for a while before she finally passed out.
Mike was too afraid to sleep. What if those monsters followed him here? He laid down on his side and held onto his wife.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and for the first time since he was fifteen, he didn't pull back and allowed the waterworks of sorrow and worry to run freely.
"I... love... you Velma!" He said between sobs.
Killer Enas and Killer Dýo were in an abandoned cottage. Enas sat against a wall with its teeth sinked into the corpse of a seven year old boy. Its teeth ripped off the skin from the boys arm and chewed on the flesh. The boy was already dead. Dýo and Enas decided to have rare mercy on his soul, and Dýo snapped the boy's neck.
Enas made some shrieking noises while ripping pieces of flesh off.
Dýo sat in one corner, licking its claws clean when Enas crawled over to Dýo with a piece of flesh between its teeth. Dýo stared at the piece of flesh and then back at the eyes of its partner. Enas leaned forward and gestured to Dýo to take a bite. Dýo opened its maw and dug its teeth into the piece of flesh. The two killers continued chewing like a couple in those cheesy romance movies where the two main characters unknowingly share the same string of spaghetti. However, both of them knew of the piece of "spaghetti" between them, and the room was filled with erotic tension when their lips met. Dýo swallowed the last piece and licked Enas' lips. Enas opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue. Dýo wrapped its long tongue around Enas' and the tongue started to convulse. Dýo and its partner quickly remove their clothes as they continue to lick and suck each others tongues.
After a while of the weird but erotic make-out session, Enas was on its back while Dýo repeatedly moved its tongue in and out of Enas' lower entrance. Hoarse moans filled the room as the two killers fulfilled the hot relief between them.
Dýo's groans echoed across the cabin as it removed its tongue from between its partner's legs and climbed over it, shoving its genitals into its partner roughly. Enas let out a scream of pleasure as Dýo moved in and out of it.
