Halloween Horror Writing Contest – @dirge

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My Entry:

“O God, please help me,” said Bruno staggering down an unknown street at night.

Every house littered with Halloween decoration where tomorrow children would “trick or treat” in the plush suburban neighborhood. Some people called this place a slice of paradise or a picture perfect contemporary family setting, like Norman Rockwell in 2018.

However, Bruno had missed all of that in his real life horror show of a van ride after being drugged at a dance club.

He had a reputation as a player, a real playboy. He loved driving his Ferrari and flashing his money. A big time baller, picking up on the ladies, and showing them a real goodtime; then on to the next one in a revolving door of women that would make other men jealous.

Now this beefcake limped over the curb onto a sidewalk wearing only his underwear. Dry blood filling the cuts from razor blades and the remains of a restraint wrapped around his right wrist.

He still felt the effects of the date rape drug in his drink. Yet through the dizziness of the shock he still felt confident in his ability to find the right house to ask for help.

Had he gone far enough to escape the web of the black widow that had ensnarled him?

He did not know, and so the darkness through the living room window of this house pushed him on. Another block, two more blocks, he needed to find shelter before she discovered that he had fled. It wouldn’t take long in a car to track him down.

It must be late he thought, maybe three or four in the morning. Alone he roamed the streets. Cars parked not driven. Would someone even let him into their home after being rudely awakened?

If they called the police it might be a relief to him. For he would rather sit in a jail cell then the makeshift dungeon she’d left him in.

He could see headlights of a car moving in his direction. It forced him to turn onto a driveway. The porch light showed him the way to the front door. Somewhere inside this home the inviting sound of a television.

The car passed, and so to it seemed that the danger that had stalked him since his narrow escape had passed as well. He decided to ring the doorbell.

A moment passed before he heard the unbolting of the door. It opened the length of the chain. To his surprise an attractive blonde in a red slip dress greeted him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, please help me. Call the police. I can wait here. Anything, just help me please . . .” Bruno pleaded.

“Help you? Is something wrong?”

“Yes, I’ve been abducted. She’s out there somewhere hunting me down. I think she wants to kill me.”

“Kill you? What?”

“Look, I know this seems odd. I’m standing outside your door in my underwear for God’s sake. Only please believe me, I need your help because my life is in danger.”

“O, OK, well why don’t you come inside for a spell. You can stay warm and safe while I call the police.”

“If you feel comfortable with that then yes, please, let me inside.”

“OK.” And the woman closed the door for a second to undue the chain lock. She then opened the door completely so that he could walk inside. She closed the door behind him and relocked all the locks. Then said . . .

“Please follow me.” And she walked down a hallway toward the sound of the television. He took in her figure as he walked behind her stunned by her high heels. He had been in this situation many times before. It always ended in sex. Only now he would be waiting for the police to arrive from his near death experience.

“Night cap?” She asked calmly now that they were in the living room. He recognized the scene from American Horror Story paused on the television. A gimp suspended on hooks surrounded by clowns ready to kill him.

“Thanks, could use something to chill me out after what I’ve been through.”

“OK.” And she went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of brandy.

Bruno still stood in the same place when she returned. She handed him the drink. They clinked their glasses together as if this had been a planned costume party. Bruno downed his brandy while the woman looked at him quizzically.

“I’m going to call the police department,” she said and picked up her cell phone on the coffee table. Her eyes never left the big dumb man wearing only his underwear.

Bruno looked around at what must be elaborate Halloween decorations. He’d never truly recovered from his escape, and now that the adrenaline had worn off he found himself feeling dizzy again.

“Black Widow One, this is Black Widow Eight, the fly is in the web . . .” the women in the red slip dress said. “Can you believe this idiot took another dose? He really likes to drink.”

And Bruno fell to the floor . . .

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Bruno awoke naked laying on a plastic tarp. He looked around at 10 lovely ladies that encircled him. They all talked as if they were shopping at the mall. One pointed and giggled at him.

“Ladies!” The one that had initially abducted him at the night club said. Her gorgeous body somewhat exposed. “What we have here happens to be something special. This man, however flawed and worthless he might be, has the distinction of being the first man we try our spell on. If it works then we can truly practice magic as our druid ancestors might have done before we came to America. And if it doesn’t then we might have to murder him.”

Another giggle around the circle, only Bruno didn’t laugh with them or at them. He felt very concerned for his safety. Not sure why he couldn’t move and attempt to defend himself. He couldn’t even speak at the moment. Only his eyes scanned the scene, his ears heard them speak, and he could smell apple scented candles burning.

“I feel confident that our magic will work sisters as he hasn’t moved since regaining consciousness. He seems to be paralyzed like a bug filled with spider venom. Only we shall allow him to regain his bodily movements in order for him to rip himself to shreds!” The leader said and they all began laughing.

“Now repeat after me ladies, just as we practiced, mors tua, vita mea.” The leader continued.

“Mors tua, vita mea.” All the women began to chant.

Bruno’s arms moved without his thought to do so. His hands began rubbing his chest. Then his fingers began digging into his own flesh. He couldn’t scream in pain though. Only the chanting filled the room, “mors tua, vita mea”.

He began to bleed onto the plastic tarp as his fingers pushed into his rib cage. And Bruno tore himself to pieces on Halloween.

*From @dirge’s Halloween Horror Writing Contest. For more information please see the link:
https://steemit.com/contest/@dirge/halloween-horror-writing-contest-writers-win-sbi-ci-platform

Thank you,
Cyrus Emerson

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