|Posted by Anna H. on October 28, 2013 at 9:40 PM|
Hey! How's it going? As some of you already know, I've briefly mentioned a few times about my chapbook. It's bound at Carthage College, which was where I graduated 7 years ago. I decided to share a piece of my work with you all. This piece was originally a Creative Writing Class Assignment. We had to pay homage to a writer. I mostly paid homage to Octavio Paz and his 3-page short story, "The Blue Bouquet." I also paid homage to KoRn's inside album cover, Follow The Leader, James O'Barr's The Crow, and Stewie from Family Guy, as well as Garbage's old song, "I'm Only Happy When It Rains." For the most part, this is my original short story titled, "Dolls." "Dolls" holds the same title in my chapbook. However, I recently changed the story's title to "Across The Street." Anyway, here's my short story, "Across The Street." I hope you all like it!
Across The Street
It was a dark and dreary night. The ground was saturated from the ice cold rain. I was able to sleep through most of the night in my nice, warm, full-size waterbed. Normally, I was only happy, when it rained. Sure, most people find this type of weather to be depressing, but I always welcomed rain. Rain always helped me to collect my thoughts, whenever writing a story well, and it helped me to have a nice, cozy, sleep. Well, at least that was the way things used to be, until that one night.
That one rainy night, while I was sleeping, I had nightmares within a nightmare. It was ghastlier than a thousand ghouls. First, I dreamt I was chained to some brick wall, being tortured, burned in hell, and died. After I died, I woke up in the dream, and thought I would be in heaven. It happened to turn out that I was in the water. Some little girl was peering above me, with a demonic smile on her face. She raised her hand above my head and laughed, while forcing my face into the water, drowning me. I screamed and cried for mercy. Then, I drowned. After dying twice in the nightmare, I woke up (still in the nightmare) in a coffin, wearing a straight jacket, kicking and screaming, for someone to help me. No one came to help me in the nightmare.
Suddenly, I heard a monstrous crash of thunder and lightening from outside and awoke from the nightmare with a cold sweat, shivering. I ran to my mirror in the dark to see if I was wearing anything freakish like a straight jacket, or a burial dress, or something. Luckily, I was still wearing the same thing I wore to bed; a black slip nightgown, made of black lace.
Then, I heard a woman screaming. I ran to my kitchen window and noticed that the couple across the street were in engaged in some kind of combat. I was about to call for help, but I decided to be the bold, “independent woman” and ran across the street to intervene.
After I ran across the street, all the commotion stopped. All the lights were off too, so I knocked on the door. No one answered, but I sensed the couple was still in the house. I tried opening all the main doors, but they were all locked, except for the garage. So, I opened one of the garage doors and turned on the light switch. I walked inside and suddenly saw the woman’s husband. He had ropes strapped to his body, while sitting on the floor. His eyeballs were carved out his sockets, with Living Dead Dolls, hanging upside down. They were attached to the same ropes, that were connected to him. My heart sank, as I stood in shock and terror.
Next, I heard one of the garage doors creak open. His wife came walking out, slowly, while humming to a song. As she walked and hummed, she carried a wine glass with her husband’s blue eyes in it. From the way things looked, it seemed as though she heated his eyes, because I saw the steam rising from the glass. Then, all of the sudden, the woman and my eyes met each other’s.
The woman asked, interrogatively, “What are you doing here? Are you spying on me?” “No,” I said shivering. “I heard a noise and decided to come over here.” “Oh REALLY? ” The crazy, redheaded, woman said, suspiciously. “Let me ask you a question. Do you like how my husband looks? Do you see my pants? He ripped the crotch part of my pants and forced himself on me. So, I beat the bastard down and killed him.” “Uh- What are you going to do with his body and all these dolls?” I asked the woman, while staring at her mutilated husband. “What I’m gonna do with all this is let him and the dolls hang from all these ropes. You see, my daughter always wanted one of those ol’ Raggedy Ann and Andy Dolls, but I decided to up the ante. Her daddy’s gonna be a real life rag doll! I carved out his eyes with his old dagger and decided to give him new color eyes!”
All the sudden, the woman stared at me and smiled with a devious grin. “Your eyes are so pretty and innocent,” she said. The woman stroked my face and my long, curly, dark hair, as I slowly backed away from her. “Your eyes are green. Can I have your eyes? Give me your eyes.” “No!” I yelled, as I tried to escape from the insanity, and that place, that was called a garage. The only problem was that she grabbed my arm, when it was just in time for me to run away, screaming. I then, slapped the woman’s face (which was, might I add, a very bad idea) and she grabbed both my wrists. Next, she tied them up with a pink, Chinese jump rope, as I struggled to break away. I stepped on her foot and then she choke slammed my face into one of the garage counters.
“You shouldn’t have tried to escape! You knew I told you I wanted your eyes! Why would you do that?!” the woman scolded me. “Damn it! Where the hell did I put that glue gun?! I just saw that thing a few minutes ago!” She stormed out the garage, searching frantically, for the glue gun. While she was searching, I kicked open one of the garage doors and made a run for it, in the nick of time. That was the last time I saw “Psycho Wifey,” because after all that, I left town.