They were tied to the chairs when I came in, with one huge funnel feeding collectively into their stomachs. I fed through 16 litres of screenwash and couldn’t help thinking that a ‘bitter taste’ wasn’t enough of a warning.
The grandfather clock doesn’t chime on the hour since I fell into it. But I make my presence known to the family, having it chime only at the time I took the pills.
The nurse came to me around midnight to give me more medication for the pain. When I awoke three days later, I saw the nurse smile at me from the opposite bed where she was restrained.
Marianne caught her husband cheating on her and her methods of punishment were peculiar. She chained herself to her husband and starved, deteriorating and rotting onto his warm flesh.
I tremble when I feel him climb onto the bed to whisper his goodnight. It’s been a year since he passed.
There have been large black eyes watching us from each window of our apartment for the last four nights. The police won’t believe us because we’re six floors up, but tonight the windows have opened.
Friday the 13th, on an October no less and two sentences of sheer terror. Boo.