NO EVIL

NO EVIL



In the cold, foggy streets of London, the city lays awake in fright, not of Jack the Ripper or Deucalion’s Frankenstein, but of a creature unknown and only just beginning a reign of horrific terror. 

Quivering in the corner of his bedroom, just feet from where the creature dragged his mothers struggling body. 12 year old Denny Anderson pretended to be invisible while he soundlessly, with huge round eyes, watched everything the creature did to his mother. Too scared to move or speak, Denny tried to close his eyes, but something inside his brain forced him to watch the sadistic, brutal slaying.

Denny shivered with fear as he noticed the knife from the kitchen; it was a long, thin, serrated knife with a faded and stained wooden handle. Tears streamed down his face as he remembered his father using the knife, just last week, to cut the Thanksgiving turkey.

Her bra came off with one quick flick of the knife revealing full ample breasts. It wasn’t the sight of his mother breasts that ashamed Denny, it was her large, rigid nipples as the creature started to cut around them, giggling as the maniac flayed each one with a flick of the wrist. It was then that Denny felt weak, nauseous and prayed he wouldn’t throw up.

The creature delicately took both bloody nipples in his huge hand, walked over to Denny and gently placed each bloody piece of flesh on Denny’s eyes.

Denny could hear his mothers screams and barely heard the words the maniac whispered into his ear.

"See no evil, my child."

Eyes still covered in the gore that was once his mother, Denny felt a fresh droplet of blood run down his cheek like a tear. The screaming had now stopped and Denny was certain his mother was finally dead. He hoped she was dead because he couldn’t take one more second of the agonizing screams and the maniacal laughter they caused the creature.

Denny started to whimper as he heard heavy footsteps approaching. A pool of urine started to spread out beneath him. The creature slowly peeled each nipple from Denny's eyes.

“Why?” Denny sobbed as a fist slammed into his mouth, jabbing broken teeth into his gums and cheeks.

“Speak no evil, my child.”

Large blood encrusted hands reached to the sides of Denny’s head. Gingerly grabbing each ear, the creature tugged with all its strength before using jagged, stained teeth. Blood sprayed the wall as Denny’s left ear was torn from his head, leaving only scraps of hanging flesh and a large gaping bloody hole.

Denny screamed with everything in his body, he had never felt pain like this. He wished to be dead like his mother, dead and gone from this nightmare.

Looking at the right ear with an unsatisfied and quizzical look, the creature tugged again and again but the right ear would not come away, hanging by a thin piece of flesh that covered cartilage and vein.

Denny, on the edge of unconsciousness, watched in horror as the creature stood, paused and walked to his mothers mutilated and disembowelled corpse. With a sucking, popping sound, the creature pulled the serrated knife from the now empty eye socket of Denny’s mother, before starting back to finish the job.

From the corner of the creatures eye there was a flash of light and a quick movement. Slow and steady, the creature turned towards the movement, only two feet away hung a large ornate mirror, cracked and dusty from years of neglect. Walking toward the mirror, the creature stooped to fix a long strand of crimson stained, blond hair that had fallen from her ponytail. Lifting the knife, Denny’s teenage baby-sitter proceeded to cut the bloody ringlet from her head, before finishing the job she had started.

Sawing at the cartilage that remained of his right ear, Kristy giggled to herself as she spoke the final words Denny would ever hear.

“Hear no evil, my child.”   

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