When Old Fears Came Alive

Suspense Stories | Jul 3, 2012 | 10 min read
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Suspense Stories

When Old Fears Came Alive

Ruben Villanueva
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I didn't always feel this animosity. I was just a mellow guy, almost soft one would say. It's hard to say how it all went so wrong, one thing just led to another as they say and there I was. I never saw myself as the type of guy I would become. The type of dude that, for a lack of a better word, is insane. Literally…

I guess it's necessary to start from the very beginning, to understand where I'm coming from. To understand how I fell from grace. I want you to meet her, before I changed…

Like so many fairy tales and fables it all started once upon a time, in the far away kingdom of Boston…

It was the summer of 2008, I was about to be a senior in high school. At that part of my life I was only 17, and all I cared about was two things: Being the best damn football player at my high school, and getting laid. Mid July was when I met her. It's funny, out of all the memories of my high school years, all my friends, my teachers, getting in trouble, all the girls, parties, all the pranks I pulled, everything; the only thing I can remember, like it was just yesterday, no…as if it's this very moment, is the moment, the place, the circumstances of how I met her.

Her name was Lily; she was a cheerleader for our school. I had never seen her before so I assumed she must've moved here from elsewhere. We made our way from the locker room to the hot, hot turf field at 7:00 AM. We did a 10 minute warm up, and then broke off into groups. I was a Tight End so technically I was a receiver so I practiced with them. I had a great practice. I caught every ball the QB threw at me. I felt like a badass. I remember my coach patting me on the butt for every play I made, I remember what my best friends on the team were talking about during water breaks, I remember what kind of cleats I wore to practice, I remember all the curses coach had yelled at us for messing up, I remember everything about that day and hours later of when I met her. Its so crazy how a girl can make me feel this way about that particular day, to remember every little knit picky thing I did, my teammates did, my coach did.

It felt so scripted, like a cheesy Hollywood romantic comedy, but I'm telling you this is how it happened. It was about 11:30 in the morning and the cheerleaders were outside practicing on the track. We were running offensive practice and that meant one thing for me; it was my chance to impress. The call was to me; 96 Tight End Pop. I ran a left out route, towards the girls on the track. Stan, our QB, launched the ball to me, and of course I caught it. I kept running until the big meat head Derrick heaved me out into the sideline all the way to the track, just as I had wanted him to. I yelled "Look out!" and to my surprised I saw her face looking down at me as I stumbled. I didn't hit them, but came damn close.

She looked down at me with those inspiring blue eyes, looking into the void of my skull to snap back to reality.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"Well now I am," I responded as I smiled. She smiled back at me, her blue eyes still hypnotizing me.
I struggled to get up; damn Derrick goes too hard in practice. I tore my helmet off to give her a proper salutation.
"I'm Diego," I said to her.
"Lily," she fired back as I picked up her hand and kissed it>
"Very nice to meet you, I'll be seeing you around Lily," I stilled smiled at her as I rushed to join my teammates in the huddle, I could still her smiling. Lily, her name was Lily…

Lily and I were rarely apart from that day on. We graduated at 18, celebrated our 2 year anniversary at 19, moved in together at 20, and reached the apex of our relationship at 21. That was when it all began to go downhill.

I was now 22 years old; it was the winter of 2013, a brutal winter in Boston. I was a bartender at the Dragon Hill Lounge downtown; Lily was a waitress in some fancy restaurant called LeBere. I bypassed college, I had enough of school. She was working towards her Nursing degree, almost finished. Things were not right, they hadn't been since the day I turned 21, four years together. She had become very mean towards me, not abusive but I could tell she had disdain for me. Deep down inside I didn't want it to be so, but I knew she hated me.

The years had not treated me well. My mother, god bless her soul, died from cancer when I was 19. My father drank himself into a coma shortly after. He kept telling, me I was a loser, I was a disappointment. Maybe he was right. I had direction in my life; thank god Lily was making something of herself. I love her with all my being. I never wanted to lose her like so many things that I've come to lose in my life. That is why I am going to propose to her.

Dinner time. She doesn't talk, barely acknowledges me. She is steadfast into her dull soup. I complement her on it, she doesn't budge. I try to make small talk, about work, weather, anything to break the silence, she just shrugs. I muster up enough courage and get down on my bad knee. She drops her spoon on the floor, stares at me with those mesmerizing eyes I fell in love with all those years ago, shocked to her core, mouth agape. Then came something I had not expected. Her mouth began to form a smile. She laughs. Not just laughs, chuckles, giggles hysterically. Such a condescending laugh I have not heard in years.

She goes on into a speech I do not care to remember. Something about growing up, me being a child, immature. She takes her coat and says she has to study. She doesn't return till 3:00 Am. She continues this behavior about two to three times per week. When I ask her about it she responds by telling me I never went to school, I don't know how stressful it is. I begin to fear the worst.

I hire Mason, a private detective to follow her. I sit alone at home, staring at my phone on the table hoping for an off chance for her to call me, tell me she loves me one last time. Instead I'm greeted by the doorbell. It's Mason. He shows me what I already knew. She's fucking someone else. I can no longer stand the photo of her naked body against someone else's and I throw them.

I wait that night for her to return, sitting on my throne, staring at the camber door. She finally walks in, 4:07 AM. She is surprised to see me; her make up all messed up, a harlot of the night. I don't say a word, yet she knew. She runs but I grab her by her long brown hair and yank her to the floor. I look into her steely blue eyes one more time to recapture the memories. I gag her, simultaneously choke her. I tear her clothes of in a fit of rage; her muffled screams just excite me. I rip all of her clothes off and spread her legs. I cannot go on to describe my act in detail, I'm sure you have an idea already of what I did and oh I enjoyed it so. That night I slept like I haven't slept in ages.

In the morning I saw her lying there, lifeless. Like a doll. A Doll with beautiful eyes, her skin cold to the touch, yet so soft. I lift her, damn she's heavy. I proceed to stick her in the closet. She stares back at me with lifeless eyes and I can't help to think how beautiful she is. At last she and I are happy. Every morning I get up, lift out Lily form her tomb, put a heater to her thighs and commit unspeakable acts. And then I work. Happy as a bumblebee I collect tips, sometimes 500 a night, due to my new demeanor. A week goes by.

Seven mornings inside her. Every night I begin to notice a change. Her face is different every day. It's as if she begins to form a smile. She becomes paler; her blue eyes begin to disappear. Her lips turn bright red. Nonetheless I continue thrusting. On the seventh night, Lily ‘s eyes are white, her skin like a ghost, her mouth slit with a Glasgow smile, grinning from ear to ear, her hands are bunch up to make a fist, she is sticky to the touch. I look at her face and swore she blinks. I jump up and rub my eyes, nothing else happens. She frightens me. For that day I decide to not have sex with her and leave to work.

It was around 6 in the morning when I returned to the apartment. I shuttered to think of Lily in the closet. I avoided it. I made myself breakfast, watched some T.V. then decided to sleep. I proceeded with caution to the closet where I had left Lily. As I opened it, it was empty. I stood frozen there for about a minute, lifeless. I looked around but nothing. I panicked. Had the police found the body? Did that other guy suspect something when she wasn't going to him and called them? No the door isn't forced open and they need a search warrant to enter your house. What do I do? I heard scratching coming for the walls. This is becoming silly. I'm starting to imagine things. Nevertheless, I leave the apartment to stay with a friend. But I'm an idiot, I had to work tonight as well and I forgot my work clothes at home…

I return to the apartment at 10 PM. Everything seems normal. I go to the room and grab my clothes. I hear faint laughing from the hall. That same condescending laugh Lily gave me when she rejected my proposal. I rush to leave the bedroom, but there leaning against the bathroom wall was Lily, staring at me not moving. My heart beat faster than it ever had before. I called out to her, "Lily?"

All I could see was her white pupils and her Chelsea grin. She then gave a real smile and she was indeed literally, grinning from ear to ear.
"Diego," she hissed. "Is this was you want?" She takes her hand and begins to move it towards her belly button then moves it further down. Her bones crackle and she moves in an erratic manner.
"Baby," I said. "You made me do this," She stops. Her smile becomes angry. She takes her arms to her sides, and then the lights go out. I yell and leap out the door. I sprint down the hallway and outside I run until I puke on the sidewalk. My old fears have come alive; the woman I once loved, the woman I killed was alive!

I didn't know what to do. I raced back to Tom's house. I banged on the door but nothing. I yelled for him to open the door. I twisted the knob, but strangely…it was open. It was dark inside.
"Tom?" I called out. Once more in a crackled voice I said; "Tom?..."
"Tom's not here right now," said a hauntingly familiar voice. The lights suddenly shined on and there in the middle of the room was Tom, hanging by the neck. His eyes were gauged out, hands were tied behind his back, his skin was pale, his face was cut from mouth to ear just like Lily. I hear her laugh again.
"Oh my mistake, here is Tom." I begin to cry a little. "Don't you think he looks happy Diego? I saw that very look on your face when you killed me."
"Lily, I'm sorry! You can kill me but he didn't deserve this!"
Her head pops out from a hallway.
"You're sorry!?" She hisses at me. "I burned in Hell for a week and all you can say is sorry?"
"Lily please," I plead. She reveals the rest of her naked body from behind the wall. She walks hunching, falling, her bones snapping in all places of her body. I notice a knife on Tom's chest. I walk towards her and stop at his body. Nonchalantly, I put my right hand on Tom and begin speaking to Lily.
"You're right Lily. I deserve to die for what I did. I loved you so much Lily, but you just spat all the admiration I gave you." She doesn't say a word, she only walks closer towards me. I reach for the knife. I continue to speak to her. "You absolutely loathed me for God knows what I did. I wanted you to marry me Lily."
"Is that all?" she says to me without emotion.
"No," I respond. "One more thing." I quickly swing the knife to strike her square in the chest. She gasps for a bit then gazes at the blunt of the knife then looks back at me.
"Do you want to know why I didn't want to marry you Diego?" She says to me in the lowest, darkest voice I've ever heard. "You don't have heart." She snatches the sharp instrument from her chest and plunges it into my heart. I shriek in pain and fall to the ground. She kneels down to hover above my head as I try to stop the bleeding from my chest. She kisses my lips and then immediately strike her in the face. I struggle to get up and run for my life.

I stumble with every other step, holding my chest tight. I pass people in the street, their faces seem blurry to me. I struggle to call for help, I cannot see straight. I start to feel funny. Yes I have an open wound in my chest but it doesn't seem to hurt anymore. I just fell…dizzy, lethargic. I still can't see straight with every foot forward I take. My pace slows. My thought process slows. I don't feel good. I hear her laughing at me. That same damn laugh that's haunted my dreams! STOP…LAUNGING…Ugh…I..feel like…I'm floating..
What the Hell…Is happening?
I still hear her LAUGNING…
I can..hear…my…breath…very…LOUD
Wh…What…did…She do?
I do not think clearly anymore. I am completely oblivious to my surroundings, my pain in my chest. In my drunken walk of lethargy I see a store. I walk past it and I see my reflection. I cannot see my eyes, my lips are red, and my skin is white. Just then I had realized what happened.
It…was…the…KISSSSSS….

This is where my story ends. Though I am not proud of how these events transpired, I humbly wish not to be judge. I was cheated on, the only woman I've ever loved, and whom I have been with for 5 years. The rest of what happened to me after was a total black out. Love is unpredictable. It takes us to ventures we could never imagine going. It is the strongest emotion known to man. Is it really hard to believe that I killed Lily and raped her cold corpse, out of love?

Like I said, yes I believe I was insane, but the notion of love is insane itself. To care for another human being so much that you would want to spend an eternity with them is somewhat of an insane thought. Though Lily rejected my proposal, in the end I will end up spending all eternity with her. Love can always find a way. I open my eyes for the first time…there she is…my beauty, my muse. Her evil little smile brings warmth to my halted heart. Her colorless eyes I have come to adore have once again mesmerized me. She is wonderful. She kneels down to kiss my cheek.
"Rise and shine babe," she says to me. "C'mon, I'm hungry…."

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Alik Aug 7, 2012

Amazing. Purely one of the best horror short stories I've ever read.

Jul 4, 2012

:)

Jul 4, 2012

Good story. It gives new meaning to - to hell with letting her go. I am a dedicated short story writer, reader and collector. I'll jump over ten novels to get at one good short story. Have you read the horrifyingly fantastic TIGHT LITTLE STITCHES IN A DEA

Seven L. Cooper Jul 4, 2012

The songs "I Love the Dead" and "Cold Ethyl," both by Alice Cooper, are two of my all-time favorites and make me laugh every time I hear them; they are about necrophilia. This story made me smile from "ear to ear!"

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