Voices

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Summary

Genre:
Horror / Mystery
Author:
JeanCabiss
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
1
Rating:
3.0 1 review
Age Limitation:
16+

Chapter 1

It was the night of my birthday and all I ever wanted for it was to have my lover back in my arms, for her to leave the man she went off with and return to me, to bring back the happiness she took when she left, so I wished for it. I fell asleep in my empty apartment, it was completely silent. Then I started dreaming and in my dream I saw her, the face of an angel telling me "we can finally be together, baby". After months of pure sadness I was finally happy, I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me. But it was a trick of the mind. We kissed and when I pulled my lips away from hers, I looked at her and her face started melting off and she started screaming loud in agony as her precious olive skin melts off her bones. Then it all became dark, I was standing alone. I yelled "hello" but all I heard was the echo of my call.

Suddenly three hooded figures approached me with dark and grim voices “We did it, master.” They said unanimously.

“What did you do?” – I asked.

“What you asked us to do, master.”

“What did you do?!”

“We killed him, Master.”

“Killed who?”

“You know who.”

“Killed who?!” I was getting nervous.

“We killed him.” – They answered maliciously.

Then it came to me, I finally knew who they were talking about. I was shocked, I thought that it was impossible that I had taken someone’s life. Yet, the voices were part of my subconscious so they read my mind.

“Oh but we did, Master we did.”

“Who is we?” – I asked.

“Us three… and you.”

“Me? That’s not true.”

“Yes, master.”

“How?”

“We took over your body and we killed him. We are more powerful than you.”

“No… no!” – I screamed.

I lay down, shedding tears, and covering my ears, the three figures start spinning around me as they start singing unanimously “we killed him, we killed him, we killed him.” I start screaming a loud to cover their voices but they get louder and louder. They continue singing “we killed him.”

I woke up and I heard one final whisper in the real world saying “we killed him” the room is dark and the whole house is silent. I am drenched in sweat, tired like I had walked miles, my throat was dry like I had been lost in a desert for days without water, and my hands were trembling.

I walked towards the kitchen, the house is a mess. There is clothes everywhere and 11 beer cans scattered around a table. I turn the light switch on and I see something on the wall written with blood “Happy 21st birthday, Master. Love, the Voices.” it said on the big white wall in the living room.

I see a trail of blood leading to the fridge. The door was completely covered in dried blood, I open the fridge and see the severed limbs of the man who took my lover. I drop to my knees, with my eyes covered in tears, losing my mind, gripping my hair tightly and my fingernails pressing hard on my scalp. The dream that I had was actually a reality.

I couldn't let anyone see what I had done. I desperately grab all the sharpest knives in the house and chop up every part of his body even more, cut every finger and the rest of his body and place it in different bags. I carefully drag the body downstairs quietly so my neighbors wouldn’t notice. I cover the trunk in plastic so the blood wouldn't stain it, place all the bags and get to the driver's seat, sweating and panting. I drive up to different locations like swamps to hide the big chunks, I dump the arms and legs. But the fingers I keep for myself.

I return home, take off my blood soaked clothing and burn them in a metal trash can. I spend 5 hours in my underwear, down on my knees, cleaning the blood from the floor, fridge, stairs and walls with muriatic acid. I prep the entire house making it look like nothing had ever happen there. I grab the bag of fingers and file off the finger prints, cover them in wax and make a sculpture of the hands and put them on display on my table. I showered and passed the soap through every corner of my body more than 6 times. I get dressed and sit down on the couch, smiling. I anxiously wait for her call…


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