Horror Short Stories - Chapter 1
I don’t know when you’re going to read this, hopefully your grown up by then, but in case u were wondering why I had to leave u so early in your life maybe this will give u some explanation. I am not trying to defend myself here. I am fully aware that nothing can make up for those years u couldn’t spend with me. U should rather see this as my last words to you.
U probably will remember the 27.07.1927 or people will tell u about this date. I dont know how authorities are gonna explain this incedent but it was probably a serial killer case or something like that. Seeing that I am saying this, u should have guessed by now that this will give u a more detailed explanation.
For the Beginning i should tell u that I had a serious dissociative identity disorder since birth. I guess nobody knew this since I didn’t tell anyone. In my childhood he was very weak so I didn’t have any problems growing up. Other than hearing some strange voices from time to time I didn’t notice him at all. It got slowly different when I fell in Love with ur Mother. I dont know why but the more I fell for her the more present and clearer became his voice. After I married her was the time, where I could understand for the first time what he was saying. It probably wasnt english he was speaking. Most of his words werent logical sentence. He was only saying things like:” Slash Slash Slash – Mama -Tear Tear Tear – She was – Kill Kill Kill – HahahHAhahaHAha. – She – Aaaaahahaha – hurt”. At times he was silent, othertimes he was so loud that I had headaches. In exceptional cases I had mad fits of laugher. Although I knew what I heard was not normal I didn’t see a doctor. Those that aren’t quacks are pricy and me and ur mother were not rich. I told myself to endure and learned to ignore him.
Last nigth it changed. It was around 8 oclock in the evening, i think. I had a tremendous headache but thougth it were just the usual voices. At sometime it got so bad that I must have fainted. When I woke up he took over. I was a Spectator, a prisoner in my own body. I was still seeing I was still hearing things and the worst I could still feel things… God the Feeling. But I couldn’t move how I wanted or say what I wanted. You can probably understand the fear I got from trying to move but your body won’t react. At first I thought I had died and was a free spirit now. Then I heard myself laugh. A laugh that was alien to me but at the same time so familiar. Till this moment i thougth the worst fear in life is the fear of death itself. The laugh made me, who was already in mortal agony feel a fear that was bigger than everything I have ever imagined. The Monster inside my head broke out of its cage. Although I knew he was evil I didn’t know anything about him. I left the house while u were sleeping upstairs. At first I thougth he was only wandering aimlessly but after about ten minutes I realized where we are going and my fear, that my cold rationality calmed down a bit by now, started to grow again. Every step he took seemed like eternity. Every step he took made my fear grow. With every step he took my certainty of our destination became stronger. I wished for a physical form, where I could faint from fear and stop my actions. But he kept walking, laughing to himself. Looking back I think he could feel my fear, that he could hear my screams. It was what made him laugh all the time. I dont know how long it took, but we ended up in a backally waiting. I knew who was coming. When she came I felt the despair like never before. My wife looked surprised at me: “Honey why you’re here? Didn’t t u say u would wait at home?” We walked closer like we would give her a hug. Suddenly he pulled a knife and stabbed her back. That was the moment I became dominant again. Holding my dead wife in my arms and hearing the echo of my laugh. I felt a mix of sadness despair and lingering fear while I put her down slowly. Fate didn’t want to let us part in peace, so the moment she touched the ground I heard myself laughing madly again.
Now I write this Letter in despair. I dont know what to do. It is 9 am right now and I am sitting before the post office. After I killed my beloved wife he targeted more People. All woman mainly Prostitutes and he dissected most of them. Sometimes he took out organs. I feel hopeless and disgusted of myself. The only option I see to end the killing is to end my life, which is the reason I am writing the letter to u.
I hope we won’t meet again in Hell your beloved father.
Well… my first published story. Although it was not a great piece of work and more of a test for how this website works i would still love to hear ur feedback. But keep im mind that im not a nativ english speaker. Also let me know if u would like to read a book like story or diffrent genres (mainly fantasyand action).