Good afternoon, House of Madness murderers:
Everyone's time comes, but if you mess with other people's timelines, yours could be sooner than you think. As always, I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!
My Favourite Part
Gary Chomsky had been killing women for years, decades as a matter of fact. Ever since his mom abandoned him when he was seven, Gary festered an ever-growing hatred towards women, and murdering them gave him much pleasure. The formula for success which had kept Gary from being caught so far was simple, he preyed on prostitutes and the homeless because nobody ever gives a shit about either when it comes right down to it, and he never overstayed his welcome in a city or state; and as a short order cook, he was never out of work long before he found an easy gig to support himself.
Gary liked to hunt once a week, and he almost always chose Sunday evenings because nobody ever needs a cook on Sunday nights, and the pickings were usually ripe with whores looking to cash in on the men freshly anointed by their earlier visit to one of God's houses, making them feel cleansed and free of sin. As Gary was trolling along what they called "Backalley Acres", he spotted a target he thought was most certainly perfect for his evil endeavor, and pulled up beside her. "How much for an hour?" Gary asked, and was surprised when she immediately said "fifty dollars, sugar", not because of the price, but because there was no bullshit back-and-forth about how she wasn't a street worker until the charade was finally ended with an extra twenty bucks. "Hop in!" Gary said smoothly, and the two were on their way.
As they rounded a corner, Gary veered down a dirt road in a secluded field scattered with evergreens and birch trees, and the woman nervously asked if he knew where they were going. "Almost there.", Gary said, and before they knew it, the car was parked with no complaints, unless you were to count the chattering of crickets. The two kissed a little, and as she started to make her way with her hands down to Gary's belt buckle, he stopped, looked her in the eyes and said "This is my favourite part!", and began choking her with his bare hands. As he watched the life escape her body, Gary suddenly felt a cold shiver travel down his spine as if he had just been presented the opportunity to shake hands with the Devil, yet there was nothing there besides him, a lifeless corpse, and the midnight caress of a warm summer evening.
When it was finished, Gary did what he always had done and simply tossed the body in the bushes and covered it with foliage; nobody ever came looking for these women, so by the time a hiker or dog walker came across the body, nature will have tainted any evidence, and nobody will be the wiser. Still, the ride home felt different this time, not because he felt any kind of remorse, but that chill Gary felt earlier was still berating him, almost taunting him with its chilly fingers. "What-the-fuck-ever" Gary said into his now passengerless vehicle, and started the long drive home.
As Gary pulled in the driveway to his secluded trailer, he couldn't help but notice the lights were on, and he never left the lights on; God may raise fools, but no man is foolish enough to ignore the electricity bill. Gary treaded up the front steps slowly, wondering if he was finally about to be caught and ambushed by a swarm of police, or perhaps he was dealing with a burglar, and if this was the case, he'd make sure it was the last house this prick ever victimized. Gary counted to three, and then burst through the front door like a swat team on a training exercise, yet when he flew inside, he noticed nothing amiss upon first glance. His eyes scanned the room for anything out of place, yet there was nothing but the crumbs on his lunch plate sitting on the counter where he had left it. As Gary headed to check the bedroom, he remembered he hadn't closed the front door, and as he reached to pull it shut, that same chill from earlier caressed his spine, and he almost vomited on the spot. All of the sudden a beautiful woman, so beautiful that Gary became tongue tied and stood motionless, like a teenager watching his first episode of "The Red Shoe Diaries", exited his bedroom and walked sexily towards him. "You know what, Gary?", she said, to which he could barely emit a sound, "This is MY favourite part!" and as her thumbs pressed deep into Gary's eye sockets, he could barely hear his eyeballs popping over the sound of his own screaming.
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