This is the sequel to my work ‘The storyteller’. However, this work contains lot of gore and descriptive bloodshed which I couldn’t avoid. If you are easily disturbed by such scenes or descriptions, you should rather avoid reading this story.
‘Your story is very gory. The concept is wonderful but it scared the shit out of me. It’s so damn gory’ said Mike. Sam looked at Mike in distraught anger. It was seen in his eyes but Mike could feel the searing looks. Sam shook his head, slowly in affirmation and left the place.
‘Sammy, wonderful Sammy, I just loved your story’ Jane jumped onto him kissing all over. ‘But why so much gore? Considering the sensitivity of major part of the audience you should have written something as horrifying as this, but a lesser bloodshed would have absolutely made it a classic.
Sam threw her off him and walked away flustered.
‘Why are people not able to appreciate my work? Did I write it’s as gorier as they have said? ...’ All these thoughts were running through Sam’s mind.
‘You people don’t appreciate my work, instead you all say that it’s gory, I will show you what goriness means. I will show you what horror means’ thought Sam.
In frantic rage he pushed the things off the table breaking the glass. Tears flowed from his eyes like pearls cascading down.
‘I have really written a masterpiece, the best of my stories so far. Yes, I am not going to leave anyone of them. They have awakened the monster inside me’ he speculated.
‘I am the horrormeister, I am the best’, he shouted out loud.
It was night 9 ‘O clock. There was a dense fog making his vision hazy. He could hear a faint voice from behind.
‘Sam… Sam…’ and he looked behind. He turned back and could see behind the mist, indistinctly a woman. Jane was running to catch up with him. She neared him.
Sam slowly removed a butcher’s knife from underneath his shirt. Just as Jane, tried to hug him, he dug the knife deep into her stomach.
She cried in pain. ‘Sammy, no Sammy…..’ even before she could complete, Sam turned the knife while it was still in her stomach. The pain was excruciating for Jane. Sam pulled her towards him and pushed the knife a little harder into her. He then pulled the knife vertically downwards with brute force. This tore her abdomen and he pulled out the knife. The intestines poured out of her tummy with lots of blood forcing its way out of the body. With a gentle push she fell down with her back facing him. He then lifted one of his legs and pressed the spinal cord with his feet. He then bent down and held her legs and then pulled them up.
‘Creak’ there was a sound and the spinal column broke under the force. And then he kicked the body as it was obstructing his path.
He then continued to walk to ‘The Domes’ where Mike lived. ‘Ding dong’ the bell rang and Mike on seeing Sam, opened the door.
‘Sam, what’s all this blood on your clothes, what have you done Sam, what happened? ....’ even before Mike could finish his conversation; he could see a wicked grin on Sam’s face. He understood what could have happened.
‘You killed Jane, Sam… you killed her…’ Even before Mike could say anything, Sam pushed Mike onto the ground with a lot of force. He lifted the shovel that was lying around and heaved it heavily onto Mike’s neck, tearing apart the body from the head. Even while Mike’s body lay down in blood and was still shaking under the pain, Sam hit Mike’s skull that it forced the neck bone to break and the skull flew in the air spilling blood all over the place.
Sam then put his feet on Mike’s severed head and looked into his blood red eyes, and then walked across it, stamping the skull which crushed under his weight.
Suddenly Sam woke up with a jerk. ‘Man, horrible nightmare’, he thought and he walked towards the bathroom to wash his face.
As he was trying to pour water on his face, a chill ran down the spine as his hands were smeared with blood.
And he looked at the mirror and winked to himself, ‘Do you think my story was still gory????’
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