A young man was walking with his girlfriend down a long dirt road. As they reached the corner they spotted an old, white house.
“It looks kind of creepy to me,” the girl said with a shiver.
“Yea, it sure does!” he replied, then said, “But, honey, we have to see if they have a phone. My cell isn’t getting any reception here whatsoever!”
“Okay, but it better not take long!” the girl exclaimed. She thought for a moment then spoke again, “if it DOES take awhile, you can find me back at the car.”
They both climbed the few steps to the front door hesitantly. It suddenly opened without warning & there stood an elderly gentleman. His voice spoke in a harsh whisper, “what you kids durrin’ here?”
The young man cleared his throat & said, “Hi sir. My name is Jett. Our car broke down a mile or so down the road & my cellphone can’t catch a good enough signal to make a call. Could we use your phone?”
The elderly man straightened & spoke again, “sure thang! C’mon in- it’s right there on the sidebar, ” he directed pointing to a high, rectangular table against a wall in the hallway.
The girl spoke up as her man picked up the rotary phone & started dialing a number off a card he had in his wallet. “Please, sir, do you have a bathroom I could use?”
“Sure thang, missy. It’s ’round the corner down the hall a spell.” He rasped as she immediately started off towards it. The old man’s eyes developed a sly, bright twinkle & he smiled jovially. The young man didn’t notice that the emphysema-ridden man had been holding a blood-soaked machete behind him since he first opened the door. His jovial smile turned into an evil grimace as he brought the glimmering blade down & slid it to the right cutting off Jett’s head to the point where it was only hanging on by a few tendons. No noise was made & the old man drug the body into a room off to the right of them. He propped Jett up comically against an old high back chair. His ears caught the sound of the bathroom door being opened & his face again took on the ugly, jovial grin.
“Jett? Jett- where did you g- OH!”
The old man had stepped into the hallway, wiping his hands with a grimy old rag. “He had to run back to y’alls car for a few. Said he had something he needed to find.”
“Uh. Okay, ” she said uneasily, backing away a bit.
He advanced towards her still wiping his hands. She started to take in the fact that the rag was dark red. She turned & ran.. all too soon she realized her mistake. She felt something thunk into her flesh on her back & she could run no longer. She fell to the floor as her life’s blood drained away..

This was a little short story I made for a contest that Teresa over at ScribbleScratch is hosting. Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

Posted in random & written by Niki —