Monster

What had I done!

I was horrified to see my hands were covered in blood. I looked down in horror at my bloodstained hands.

My arms and under my nails had dried blood on them.

I sat in shock, thinking this was just another bad dream.

I reached for my husband... his spot was empty.

I turned to look for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

What was there was a pool of blood, and it also covered my walls.

Dark, dripping blood splattered onto the walls’ posters. The curtains dripped blood... there was so much goddamn blood!

I was in a state of disbelief and scared to death.

I slowly got out of bed to go look for my family.

As I got up, I stepped on something... wet and rough.

I moved the blanket out of my way and, to my horror, I saw below was my cat!

She had been mutilated!

Her white fur was now crimson, and parts of her fur been torn out.

She had put up a fight...my poor precious pirate cat...I buried her into my chest and sobbed.

My beloved pet was dead!

After I sobbed awhile, reality kicked in, and I had to find my family!

I put my cat on my bed and covered her up.

“Rest in peace, mommy will avenge you.” I said and closed her one eye, the other was missing, but its socket was pushed in and seeping blood still.

I slowly stepped out of my room and into the living room.

Blood covered everything...so much blood.

My husband’s computer was smashed, but mine was not.

I rushed to mine hoping to get help... but no connection.

I saw there was my notepad open and downsized.

Afraid of what I might see, I braced myself.

toll,I opened the window and saw the message.“If you want the rest, a price you must pay.” it read.

I was dumbfounded, confused and enraged.

This made no sense!

I went to through the rest of the house.

Going into the kitchen was a macabe scene.

The fridge was open and had...tiny hand prints all over.

I was sick from fear in my gut and darted down the hallway to my kids’ rooms.

First, I went into my son’s room.

To my surprise, it was the normal.

I checked his bed and it was the same as always, just empty.

A bit relieved my son was not here gave me hope all would be ok and maybe it was just a dream after all!

With hope in my heart, I started out of the room, but before I left I saw something out of the corner of my eye shine and catch my eye.

I went back into the room, and in the far corner, I saw it.

My son’s inhaler pushed into the wall with a tiny bloody message.

“Maybe they all won’t make ,” it read.

My stomach dropped and I ran from the room to my daughter’s room.

I slammed open the door and, to my horror, I saw my other cat nailed to the wall.

She had a piece of wood holding her up on the wall.

The daybed had been smashed, and broken pieces of wood lay all over.

The other been bed had been gutted.

The walls had a bloody message written on them.

“All you love will cease, unless you ,” it read.

I felt a frantic fury rise inside of me!

Whoever had done this was going to pay!

I got my cat down as easily as I could.

She had been old... her body had been twisted and broken... her eyes looked up at me with sadness and horror.“I’m so sorry.” I sobbed.

I held her for to my chest like my other cat and laid her on the bed and closed her eyes.

I gave her the same words as before and stumbled out of the bloody room.

I felt dizzy, and as I got to the hallway, that is when I smelt it.

I looked toward the area the smell was leaking from ...the bathroom.

The light was on inside, and I dreaded what was inside the room.

I braced myself and slowly opened the door.

As I opened the door, I gagged on the smell.

Rancid old blood flooded my nose and the sight... oh gods, the sight!

The entire room was nothing but blood!

The sink was clogged with congealed blood, the tub filled and toilet too.

I rushed over to the toilet and threw up.

As I puked, I saw something else floating in the bowl...hair.

Clumps of brown hair were everywhere!

I slowly looked over at the shower.

It had a light covering and lining that left little to not see.

I could make out something dark...

I sobbed, terrified at the prospect of looking.

“It’s just a bad dream, it’s just a fucking dream, this is not real!” I cried out loud.

With my pain and anguish, I couldn’t bear it anymore, and I yanked the curtain back.

What I saw... was horrifying.

There was photos of my family and me all over.

They had been stuck on there by someone; the fingerprints were all over from sticking them up.

The first photo that caught my eye was of my kids and I playing outside.

Another was of us at the park and later at dinner.

It was a wall of all the times we’d been outside together... and inside.

There was a photo of my husband and me at dinner as well.

Photos of us out and kissing and hugging each other.

Photos of us at the park, hand in hand...

Then I stepped back in horror at what I was seeing and saw the message.

A large smiley face was crudely drawn on the wall with the message.

“You think he’s so fucking perfect!”

My heart dropped...

The photos dated back from the time I met my husband up until... last night.

Someone was stalking us, and we were completely unaware.

The most recent photos were taken of us inside playing but the photos themselves been taken from a outside view.

I fell to the floor and cried.

I screamed and cried long and hard.

“This is not real!” I screamed until I was hoarse.

I kicked the tub, and when I did, I heard the sickening splash of the bloody water inside of it rock back and forth.

I hit the tub with my fist and stood up.

I felt rage boil up inside of me.

A rage so dark the gods themselves would fear it.

I dried my eyes and got up.

As I was walking out, I looked at the sink.

Inside of it was a wad of long brown hair and bloody clumps of something floating around... and then I saw the ring.

I braced myself from breaking down as I reached into the pool of goo and pulled out my husband’s wedding ring...

I choked back my tears... until I saw what was at the end.

A tiny wooden slab with the words carved into it.

“Not so tough anymore”

I tore off the message and put my husband’s ring on my finger with my ring.

I slammed the door as ran out of the room.

I went back into the kitchen and, now able to see more of the room; I saw another message on the fridge…

The fridge door was dripping blood, and there was more hair all over it and in the sink, just like in the bathroom.

In the sink floated my kids’ sippy cups...

A message was above my sink.

“They won’t be needing these no more”

I felt sick.

The fridge where I saw the tiny hand-prints was another message on the inside.

“Tick Tock”

That was that moment, my fear turned to pure rage.

I knew who’d done this!

I slammed the door shut, and in my rage, I knew what I had to do.

I grabbed a carving knife and my jacket and walked out of the house.

To my utter disbelief... the car was a wreck.

It looked like if had been hit head on and from behind!

I rushed to it and got the door open.

To my dismay, there was blood on the wheel... and the car seats...

I looked all over for the keys, and as I pulled down the visor, a piece of paper fell down.

I picked it up hoping it was from my husband, letting me know they were alright!

It was nothing pleasant...

“Snitches get Stitches,” it read.

I crumpled it up and threw it onto the back seat.

I took off running down the road to seek help.

The old man who lived down the road was always home, I could use his phone to call for help.

I got to his house and knocked on the door.

No answer.

It was odd, he was always close by his door, but even more odd, he was always outside on his porch.

I looked around and saw nobody was around...

I felt dread creep back up into my gut. I tried the door it wasn’t locked.

I opened it slowly.

“Hello, is anyone here?” I called out.

Nothing.

It was dead silent, so silent it hurt.

With caution, I stepped into the house.

The house had been sacked.

I only wish it had been that... I walked from the living room to the hallway leading to the bedroom.

I was right.

The old man lay on his bed; I saw his feet on the bed with the door slightly ajar.

I knocked.

“Sir, are you awake?” I called out.

No answer.

I knocked again, louder this time.

“Sir, are you okay?” I called out louder.

I was concerned, so I felt it was alright if I checked on him.

When I opened the door... I dropped to my knees.

The feet I had seen... was all that was intact of the man.

He had been disemboweled, and the room painted red with his insides.

I stumbled out on my hands and knees.

I covered my mouth with my arm, leaning against the wall.

The man’s body was dismembered and his insides were displayed everywhere... with a message.

“Snitch got Stitched”

I got up in my horrified state and stumbled into another room.

It was his bathroom.

I screamed in horror.

The man’s decaptivaded head was placed on the toilet with his mouth sewn shut!

Another fucking message...

“When will you learn!”

I ran from the house...

Every place I ran to had the same result...

I ran into town hoping someone would be on the road to help me...no.

The last thing I saw was a bright, enormous banner dripping in red...

“Welcome to my Hell.”

“I call it Karma”

The whole town was in flames, and bodies were strung all over.

On the stone walls and windows had the same messages as the others, but the most used one was...

“Tick Tock.”