Audrey

Supernatural Stories | Nov 6, 2012 | 4 min read
4 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
Audrey Armsworth was chopped to pieces in her father's cornfield. Her wandering eyes saw too much in the barn one hot summer day; her stepmother atop of the farmhand, moaning amongst the stink of cow flops and hay. He cocked his head up, peeking around a hip, just in time to see the wide eyed shock on the sixteen year old face, before she scurried away in a panic.
She didn't have the heart to tell her Father what she saw in the barn that day. The saddening site made her run to the corn, where she cried herself to sleep.
Hours later she awoke to a shadowy outline of a man holding an axe, and a brown boot firmly on her chest.
"We got ourselves a little problem here don't we, little girl. Ya see, I can't have you running to your Daddy, so I'm here to fix our little problem!"
"Oh my God, please No!" Audrey cries out.
He proceeded to chop off her arms and legs and just for kicks landed his shiny axe right in her middle part.
"This'll teach ya!"
A fountain of blood splashed onto his brown boot just as a flock of crows burst into the air at the sound of her screams.
He emerged from the corn, evil and wolf like with his bloody axe in hand. He wiped his mouth with his arm, and looked around devilishly before whisking away in the hot summer wind.
John Armsworth sat on the edge of haystack sobbing uncontrollably, hours after his daughter's funeral. She was barely recognizable that morning lying in her casket. The coroner had a hell of a time stitching her back together. Stubborn stitches!
A gust of wind howled into the barn where John sat. He heard a faint and distant female sounding voice, "Dear Father, please don't cry, we'll meet again…soon."
Weeks later while tending to the farm duties, the hot flames of infidelity burned John's eyes in the barn. His suspicions over the past year were justified when he saw his wife's buttocks arched high, and the farmhand underneath enjoying salivating lips. Hot and angry tears singed his eyes as he watched with a sick stomach.
Just then a cool voice of serenity rushed through his ears, "Dear Father, you must contain your anger, for tomorrow night at the witching hour we shall have our bloody revenge."
The next evening around 11:45 John entered the barn where he found himself with his pitchfork pointed at two naked tangled bodies on an old blanket under the orange glow of an oil lamp, and his daughter Audrey eerily floating inches above the barn floor, her funeral gown soaked and dripping with blood and the stitches on her mouth made by the coroner resembling a morbid frown.
"Is it time honey?" John asks,
Yes Father
She begins to do a series of acrobatic twists and turns as if performing for the three in the barn. She executes two rolling flips in midair and then takes a bow. John begins to clap, praising his daughter for her talent.
Audrey's ghost force slings Marilyn across the straw blanketed barn floor, immobilizing her with her arms and legs spread out next to a wall lined with pitchforks. An Indiana farmer could never have enough pitchforks. Marilyn's screams fill the barn as four rusty pitchforks spin like twisters above her body and then shoot downward violently like bullets, piercing her wrists and ankles.
The farmhand looks on in bewilderment as Audrey's bloody corpse of an afterlife resumes the angelic twists and turns of her blood show.
Five complete turns in midair come to a halt when she suspends herself upside down. She begins floating up to the ceiling of the barn. Her blood coated hair hangs in a v-shape; the chilling look of her arms outstretched as she floats upward resembles a bloody upside down crucifix, and that morbid stitched frown has turned upside down making a horror smile that cuts through the farmhands soul.
Black leather wings expand from her back with sharp precision as she lets out a hell scream sounding like barbwire on chalkboard, her bloody horror smile bolts downward towards the farmhand. She returns to the ceiling with her prey firmly gripped in her mouth. It's a slow agonizing ascension.
Her witching presence attacks her killer's body. He becomes an arch of flesh as his body bends backwards cracking his spine; his ribcage ripping through his torso. Blood splatters upward and splashes on his chest; it flows down his face, dripping in his open shrieking mouth, high above Marilyn.
A slop of warm intestines begins to ooze out of his cracked in half body. Pink tubes drip with blood as they dangle their way past his waist. Blood rain's onto Marilyn's impaled body just as a heavy wet mass of gore fall's downward, splattering her with a warm gush of rubbery innards. Food and feces stuffed intestines slather around her lips, plopping in and out of her mouth.
The farmhand's lifeless body drops to the floor crashing into Marilyn, sliding off her body with the gore and gut pile falling from her chest just as Audrey swoops down fast from the ceiling. Chills rush through Marilyn when the frightful image of an upside down bloody black winged corpse rushes towards her face.
When Audrey reaches Marilyn she turns upright very quickly and screams her hell scream driving her fist violently up into Marilyn's vagina. Her entire arm extends through Marilyn's insides and then out her mouth. A fist wet with blood and stomach lining erects itself from Marilyn's mouth; five bloody wiggling fingers flash in front of her eyes.
John boasted a proud smile with a tear in his eye while watching his daughter unleash her bloody torment in the barn that night. Torturous screams along with bones cracking and blood sloshing about, was like music to his ears. He could feel the knife of revenge slicing through his veins; and it felt good.

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