Halloween 2009

Yes I know. A few days late. SO? What of it?


He stood over his victim, a look of intensity on his face. In his right hand was a butcher knife, its edge gleaming with silver light, sharp as his soul was hollow.
“Don’t worry my beauty. This won’t hurt a bit. A least…not for me.”
A Widmarkian laugh came from his throat and he dragged the point of the knife slowly along the lines he had dawn earlier, not hard enough to cut, but enough so she could feel what awaited her. Then he grabbed her, holding her face steady in his left hand and brought the knife down slowly.
“First your eyes; yes, they must go first.”
The blade cut through the flesh with ease and he twisted and dug driving the edge in deep. First the right and then the left, leaving vacant staring sockets with bits of pulpy flesh hanging out.
“Oh dear, I will have to trim those up a bit later. Now your nose.”
Again the knife came down and now a vaguely triangular hole lay where a nose should be. With each cut and stab he became more excited, his actions more frenzied as if he could not contain the lust the cutting drove him to.
“And now. Your lovely mouth.”
He drove the blade in, slashing and gouging till he was satisfied with his creation. No lips to be seen, teeth shattered and jagged, a horrific mess of flayed flesh that bore no human resemblance.
“And now…you’re beautiful”
Suddenly, the door swung open. He turned and there stood…
His mother.
“DAVID PERRY! Young man, just what do you think you are doing? I have told you, you do not use my good kitchen knives to carve a pumpkin. We have a kit from Wal-Mart for that! And just look at this mess. You will clean up this kitchen and clean up this pumpkin and make it look presentable or there is no way you are going out to get candy tonight. ARE WE CLEAR?”
He hung his head in shame, the blade slipping from his hand as if it had been plunged into his own heart.
“Yes ma’am.”

Thanks to Rachel Taylor for the suggestioin of a pumpkin for a topic. And I hope you all had a Happy Halloween.