Page 19 of Eternity of Horror
I notice again that the screams go from many, to only a few, then down to one screaming for help. It's faint, but I'm sure that's what it's saying. Well, that's what it said before it went silent again, and then, poof, gone.
"Hey, has anyone seen that first group walk by?" Rob asks while cracking open another nip. By now, he is plenty drunk. Mr. Tough Guy doesn't sound so sure of himself now, and it makes me smile.
"Nope. Or the second group. They both just kinda disappeared. Maybe they didn't make it out alive," I say from the back of the group with a smile. Everyone turns and looks at me with the same fearful expression on their faces. But before they can say anything back, the front door of the haunt busts open. The abrupt sound and motion makes everyone jump out of their skin and huddle together, turning toward the source. The clown.
As he walks toward us, steam rises from both of his clenched fists. They are soaked in a red liquid that's warmer than the cold night air. There aren't many lights coming off the attraction but enough to see his clown makeup looks dirty and old. The white is cracked and peeling and there are purple and blue smears down his eyes. A black painted smile, that looks like he used his fingers to create, gives him a gross look of demented joy. His eyes though. They feel... familiar to me. His stance and just... his energy. I tilt my head in thought as he approaches.
"Ahhhh yes, the bumbling idiots I found the othernight. Oh, how marvelous you could come. I was hoping you would." He giggles with a creepy voice that is having a visible effect on the others. He leans into Jamie, no doubt smelling her fear a mile away. She flinches and throws herself against Rob. "I made this for you princess. You're going to have so much fun inside. There's games. There's prizes. There's no way you'll survive this. Behind that door is insanity at its finest. So, take my hand, little one; come see how dark my mind is." Tears blink out of Jamie's eyes as she contorts her body away from the clown like he is made of fire and hides behind Rob. He smiles as he looks everyone in the eyes until finally landing on me. "And you." He smirks. That face... I... "You weren't with the others. Oh, you’re the one they hate! The one they were making fun of that night. Hehe, you got yourself quite a lovely group of friends. They are so grateful for your... money." He laughs again, and I feel a lump form in my throat. I knew they didn't care about me but to actually have confirmation that someone heard them talking shit about using me, hurts. I want to run away and fucking leave them here. My eyes never leave him because I will cry if I look at any of those fucking pieces of shit, and they don't deserve to see me break.
"Right this way my little fake friends, right this way. Come come come." He moves quicker than anyone is comfortable with and circles behind them, herding them like cattle toward the door. I stand my ground, looking off at anything but their faces. The clown leans over to me. "You too... my Little Corpse Queen."
Time stands still. Silence falls over me like a weighted blanket, and my heart starts trying to break through my ribcage. Did he just say... I look into his eyes once more, and I see him. The real him, behind the makeup. Osiris. He's the clown. This... This is what he's been working on all those times I called and he was busy. He smiles and throws a nod to get behind him, putting himself in between the others and myself. We stop at the entrance. Osiris sways side to side like a psychotic clown might do before screaming, "MOVE! Open the door, Rob, unless you want me to dismember you first, hehe." He giggles.
I stand closer to Osiris, breathing him in. He smells like... blood. Not fake blood from the Halloween store. That smell is... real... and it's human blood. My pussy clenches as I put my bottom lip between my teeth. O looks back at me and growls when he reads the arousal written all over my face. "There's nothing make-believe about this place, is there?" I whisper to him. A slow smile exposes his blood-stained teeth as he winks at me and enters the house.
Chapter 15
Osiris
The door closes behind the last group of the evening; the only one that really matters to me. My Lilith and her worthless friends. "This... is who I am," I whisper to Lilith as I linger in the back of the group, moving everyone forward into the first room. A yellowish pin light and the glow from a static TV illuminate the living room scene. There is a male corpse on the couch, a woman strung up by her wrists against the wall, and a happy little baby doll in a high chair facing the TV. The room has been thoroughly distressed with torn wallpaper, blood-soaked and tattered couch cushions, broken household items scattered on the floor, and just filth everywhere. The rancid smell that assaults everyone's nostrils emanates from the dead and dying bodies in the room.
The man on the couch is holding his own eyes and has a carved smile that extends from the corners of his mouth up next to his empty sockets. The small pocket knife I used to draw the smile is still embedded in his skull at the top of the bloody grin. His decomposing flesh strongly contrasts the dark purple veins webbing across his body.
"Jesus, what the fuck is that smell?? Fuck…" Jamie chokes out with a gag as she continues at a slow but steady pace.
"It's just a scent you can buy and put on stuff to make it smell gross. I saw it in a documentary once. It smells but it doesn't even smell like a dead body," Rob scoffs and keeps walking.
"Like you can smell anything but the booze on your breath," Jamie bites back.
"What do you know about dead bodies anyway?" Lilith chimes in from the back, but nobody looks or responds to her. She rolls her eyes and looks at me. There's a hint of pain swirling around them despite her constant admission that she doesn't care and they aren't real friends. I can feel the anger in my belly growing, but still, I smile, knowing they won't hurt her for long.
The path takes us around the back of the couch and in front of the woman hanging on the wall. Like my good little actress, she comes to life and lunges at the middle of the group as they walk by. The first of many screams rip out of almost everyone's throats at the sudden movement. All but Lilith. She doesn't scream, or startle. Iwatch her eyes examine the woman on the wall. Her body is severely dehydrated and malnourished. I fed and watered her barely enough to keep her alive until tonight so that she would be so desperate for help, or for death, that she would perform for me just the way I wanted her to. Her skin is so thin that it is splitting apart at the wrists where rope has them bound together. The scratchy, almost unintelligible cries for help fall from her cracked lips.
"Ha! See, it's just an animatronic. It doesn't even look real. I've seen better props at the Halloween store," Rob mouths off again.
"You're right, you're right. Let me just unplug her," I growl as I place one hand along the front of her jaw and snake the other behind her head, twisting hard and fast with a loud snap. Her head lolls forward from the weight that her broken neck can no longer uphold.
"Heh.. yeah... see... you can't even just snap a person's neck like that." His confidence begins to fade in his voice as he looks into my eyes. I don't blink. I don't move. I just breathe with a bloody smile as I watch him lead the way for the rest of the group. Lilith glances back at me as they move past her with a look in her eye that makes me think she's figuring this all out.
As they enter a small dark hallway that leads to the next room, I slip through a secret door that gets me into the scene before they do. The confusion on their faces gives me a tickle as they look behind them and then back at me. A single white light shines on us as I stand, peering out from behind a naked man stretched out on aSaint Andrew’s cross of my own design. The bottom half is bolted down to the floor, while the top half is connected to gears and a crank that can extend it upward about two feet. I think of it like a jack you'd use to lift a car up when changing a tire. The victim has straps around his head, wrists, chest, thighs, and ankles. If it wasn't for his shallow, ragged breaths, I would have thought he was already dead. I may have forgotten a feeding or two between getting the rest of the haunt built and fucking the living hell out of my Little Corpse Queen. It's been months since he has been able to move, and all of his muscles are atrophied. The slightest movement will no doubt send excruciating pain throughout his entire body. I can tell by his withering face that he has absolutely given up any fight for survival at this point. My cock gets hard just thinking about his desperation for the end, but it's not time for that kind of fun yet.
"Peek-a-boo!" I yell as I get behind the cross, stealing their attention and forcing them to focus on it. I grab the handle to a crank and begin turning. The sound of metal clicking along the teeth of the extender bar echoes through the room as I turn and turn, causing just the top half of the cross to begin lifting up. Bones start popping and cracking as they’re stretched beyond their limits. The thin, tender flesh of his abdomen begins to pull taut, defining every rib in his chest. Crank. Crank. Crank. His flesh starts to split around his belly button and my excitement only grows with the sound of blood projecting from his mouth onto the floor. I can hear gasps on the other side of my little magic trickas I crank faster. A loud pop indicates the separation of his spinal cord, followed by the quick tearing of the flesh straight across his abdomen. I let go of the crank, the teeth of the extender bar holding its position. With pure joy slathered across my face, I punch both hands through the remaining flesh of his back, fully separating him into two halves. Leaning forward, I emerge through the waterfall of blood and guts spilling from his chest with a loud, "I SEE YOU!"
I smile, his insides pouring down my face as I hold my hands out and smile, taking deep, heavy breaths as I wait for their reaction. I’m met with silence. "...TA-DAAAA..." I add, extending my hands again like a magician finishing a trick.
"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Alex says as Jamie throws her face into their chest. Scarlett isn't looking at me, but instead looking at the floor with one hand on her stomach and the other cupping her mouth. My eyes search the group until they land on Lilith. She's standing in the back with one arm around her stomach and the other hand snaking around the back of her neck, biting her lip as she looks at me. She smiles as the group moves on into the next hallway. My queen likes my magic trick, and that's all that really matters.
I jump through another door and am standing in between two tables by the time they arrive. Each table has a new living prop in my horror show - a handsome young man to my right and a dashing young lady to my left. Both are tied down to a wooden table that willbecome their deathbed before long. I smile again as the group files in.
"So are you the only asshole that works here?" Rob blurts out when he sees me and scoffs.
"Dude shut the fuck up. Did you just see what happened back there?" Scarlett shoves her fist into his side and grumbles into his ear.
"Yeah, it's fake just like the rest of this bullshit," he says and shoves her back.
"I don't know, I’m starting to think it's not…” Alex interjects.
“I think we really should get the fuck out of he.." Scarlett's thought gets cut off.
