Nightmare Stare [Chapter: Four]

I wake up in my bed, but this time I’m extremely sore. My muscles ache and my neck screams to be cracked. I get out of bed and walk to the kitchen with my head down and my eyes closed. I open the freezer in hopes to find eggos or another breakfast pastry. I look at what’s in there.
-TV dinners.
-Frozen fruit.
-A pair of hands.
-Frozen vegetables.
-Two ear lobes.
-A neck.
-A package of eggos.

“Awesome!” I say to myself. I walk over to the toaster and drop two egos in. Then I notice there’s blood on my counter, I follow the trial with my eyes.
It leads down to the floor and goes into the hallway, so I follow it. Down the hallway into my son’s old room, I open the door. A small breeze hits my chest and it makes my eyes close, when I open them again I don’t see my son’s old room.
I see an endless field filled with distorted trees. They’re all a dull grey. They sway in the cool breeze and turn to see me. Their faces look warped from years of mourning, and their bark looks like nothing more than decrepit flesh. The wind blows their faint whimpers into my ears, and they fill me with a terror I’ve never felt before. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my blood turns electric with adrenaline. I slam the door closed and take a few steps back, trying to calm my nerves.
I run to the garage, see a huge fish tank with the angel in it. I stop and look at her, she’s so beautiful. She’s flawless in every aspect of the word. I remember what I was doing and grab some pieces of wood, a few nails, and a hammer.
I board up my son’s old room, which I will refer to now as simply, The Forest of the Lost Souls. Is that what it really is, I dunno. I don’t even know if when I open the door again that there will even be a forest in there. All I do know is I’ve never been as afraid as I was when I opened that door. My nerves are still bustling with adrenaline just thinking about it. Then I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.
I collect myself.
I open the door. There’s a small woman standing there.
“I’m not interested.” I say to her and try to slam the door on her but she stops me.
“Sir, I’m from the electric company. I’m here to inform that your electric bill hasn’t been paid in almost six months.” She says.
“Just call me and leave me a message, I’ll get to it later.”
“We’ve tried that sir. We’ve also tried shutting off your electricity, but nothing seems to be working.” She says to me.
“Then it looks like you should just let me have it then, right?” I say to her.
“That’s not how it works, sir.” She’s becoming inpatient and so am I.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” I say to her, she doesn’t blush.
“Thank you, sir. But flattery won’t solve our issue.”
“Then what do you purpose we do?” I ask transfixed on her big bright green eyes.
“I’d like to come inside and inspect where you’re getting your electricity from.” She says with a cold stare.
“Hmm.” I say as I look around and think to myself. I bite my lip. “No, that attitude has to go, but your eyes can stay.” Then I slam down the claw end of my hammer into the top of her head and pull her nearly weightless body inside. She slides across the tile floor and slams into the wall at the far end of the entry way. She’s wrapped in the fetal position and twitching uncontrollably. I close the door and walk over to her and pull the hammer out. Her body sprawls out and blood pours onto the floor. I pick her dying body up off the floor and take her to my daughter's old room, the door next to The Forest of the Lost Souls.
Once there I toss her in with the rest of the discarded bodies. They’re all just toppled onto of each other in no particular fashion, all a mountain of mangled flesh and bone. I should really get rid of these bodies, the blood has most definitely stained the carpet, and its really starting to stink in here.
Now where is my electric knife at?


-Sir Jestro