Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Haunting & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #204 – Filter
their cries are haunting me
i wish i could filter out
or at least dim the torment
of the wailing
of those not yet pronounced dead
hopefully soon
shrieks reduced to whimpers
then silence
on hallow’s eve
With a tight grip on the flashlight, I pushed open the door. The creaking would unhinge even the strongest of thrill-seekers. Stepping inside the room, every hair on my head stood at attention, my breathing stilled to small, rapid intakes of air. I was afraid. While my ears and eyes were laser-focused on the creepy surroundings, the nauseating stench of rot filled my nostrils.
I lost my ability to remain calm as the light beam revealed mountains of hacked-up bodies; blood trails everywhere.
“You’re next,” whispered the voice behind me.
I could only gurgle as the knife sliced my throat.
The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Seth
Seth was looking forward to watching Head Hunting, the reviews were top-notch, and he was definitely into seeing some bloody action this afternoon. Rotten Tomatoes highly recommended the movie, plus some of his friends said he should take in a show but not take his girlfriend as she would probably faint with all the slasher content. Seeing how she was spending the day with her girlfriends, it was the perfect time to see it.
He paid for his ticket and got situated in his seat. Seth had a habit of sitting at the end of the row, next to the walkway. That way, he could quickly get up to visit the restroom, if necessary. He despised bothering people. Looking around the theater for the first time, he noted the nostalgic feel of it; possibly the peeling paint at the ceiling is what made it seem old and quaint. It was a little small for a movie theatre, but it had charming vibes, quite an interesting little place, intimacy with a large screen. The people seemed to like it, as it was completely packed. Or maybe it was just they were all excited to watch this movie too? Whichever, he was just glad he was there.
The lights began to dim, and the crowd got quiet. The story immediately set into motion the premise that it was a good-versus-evil film. The good guys being law enforcement, and the bad guy a serial killer. The opening scene was of the FBI cordoning off the area where the bodies lay, naked and void of color. Most of the people were wearing head-to-toe PPE to protect the integrity of the dumpsite. The initial assessment of this being a dumpsite was the lack of blood in the corpses and none in the area where they were lying.
The leading characters, a man and woman team from a special FBI department dealing with serial killers, believed they were after a single killer or possibly a team working together. The decapitated victims had their heads swapped out and reattached onto the other person’s body. It was pretty bizarre, actually strange enough to shake up the seasoned law enforcement at the scene.
Typically, serial killers attacked one person at a time. The killer’s methodology was incredibly gruesome and challenging to pull off, considering it was trouble times two. It left the team wondering how he could subdue two victims quickly enough to commit the atrocities he enacted on them. And the killer was rather meticulous, not just the cuts and the reattachment, but there was no physical evidence at the scene. Their best guess was the killing occurred elsewhere, and then the bodies were dumped alongside the highway.
So that’s how it started, then five crime scenes and ten bodies later, the good FBI team got their bad man. As promised, the gore was exquisite, and Seth enjoyed the gut-wrenching throughout.
Leaving the theater, Seth’s head bobbed up and down in satisfaction; the action and blood pleased him. And the end was perfect; justice served harshly but appropriately. Though he couldn’t understand why some in the audience were crying, others laughing. Hadn’t they watched the same thrilling movie?
TO BE CONTINUED ON WEDNESDAY…
She’d had enough.
His end was near, didn’t know it though. He was clueless.
Her knuckles tightened around the elegantly shaped wine glass. Instinct and rage fueled the glass crashing into the side of the table. Only one crescent-shaped shard fell away.
It was the perfect edge to damage a pulsing artery.
She gracefully, furiously, lunged for the side of his throat. His vital organ cut wide-open. A rhythmic stream began pumping out, gushing blood down and out over his body. With stunned horror, he gripped his throat to stop the bleeding.
She watched, fascinated, as he was dying.
I Write Her 