Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29427110-20160805110521

Hi all, Please have a read and let me know what you think. It's not terribly scary but I think it's quite creepy. Thanks, Mark.



Her

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As I gazed at myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but shed a tear; I used to be quite the looker. I squeezed out a little of the pale liquid onto a finger and spread it around my eye. I pushed it into the corners to cover the dark oceanic blemishes left by the tyrant. I applied some blusher to my cheeks. And, then lipstick to cover the cracked lips. If you looked closely, you could even see the red outline of his fingers left around my neck.

I looked at the clock and my stomach fell; it was almost 5.35pm and time for his return.

The driveway was slippery as rain pelted the tarmac. I wore my favorite red dress, the one from our first date. The warmth of the radiator dried my lipstick and made me thirsty.

I could see his car, on time as usual. My heart sank, fists clenched and tears entered my eyes. I had to clear them; he doesn’t like tears. “What have you got to be afraid of?” he would ask, just before he would hit me! I shook my hands and wiped my eyes.

The silver four-by-four entered the driveway. I removed the book from view. He left the vehicle, locked the door and turned to face the house. Suddenly a look of shock took over his face; his eyes screwed up and lips pulled down in both corners. He attempted to lift his right arm towards me. Before a word could leave his mouth he fell to the floor.

I ran outside and knelt down beside him. His breath was warm on my thigh. Rain dripped over my forehead. I looked into his eyes. He tried to take my hand but flinched and I realized the pin had pricked his fingers. I moved the doll to the floor, took his hand and kissed it goodbye.



Him

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The day started very much the same as any other day; I woke, had a shower, got dressed in my favourite pin striped suit and drove to work. She was still asleep when I left. She was so beautiful; her red hair was as bright as the morning sun and her skin as soft as velvet.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">On the drive home rain bounced off the windscreen as the wipers attempted to catch each individual droplet.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">Something, deep down inside, knew that there was something different about today. I started to feel anxious and I panicked. My eyes left the road, for only a second. I returned my attention to the road just as my mind jerked me back.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I hoped my wife was ok.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">It was 5.33pm as I joined our road. My heart started racing and I began to panic again - my thoughts returned to the other night. We had argued. I found her in the garden, screaming and trying to gouge her own eyes out with a trowel. She had made quite a mess. Apparently “they” had told her to do it.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I turned onto the drive.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">She was stood at the front window wearing the same red dress she had worn that night. I hated it! She bought it just before all this started. It was ‘devil’ red, her favourite shade of red – so she kept telling me.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I exited the car and a sense of dread billowed over me. I lost all breath from my lungs. She smiled. I tried to reach out, but could not, and fell.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I heard the front door open and foot steps softly moved towards me.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">The rain felt refreshing on my face. I managed to lift my right hand. I recoiled in pain as something sharp pierced the skin.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I opened my eyes. The creature staring back at me was not in fact alive; a doll with black eyes dropped to the ground as she grabbed my hand. A pin protruded from its chest, crimson flowed from the wound.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">Everything went dark and there was no longer any pain.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I smiled. Tear fell from my eyes. Her lips, soft and plush, brushed the back of my hand.

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<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">Tears

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<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">She was beautiful; wavy red hair, blood red lipstick and silky smooth pale skin.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I had been sat there for a while before she walked into the shop. I could not stop staring at her as she wondered around. She didn’t see me at first; I was kinda hidden at one side. I ached to meet her.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">“Hi there”, she said, her voice golden. She looked at me with curious gaze.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I could only stare into her eyes. Instantly I knew I wanted her. She was shy and I knew straight away she liked me too.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">She paid at the till and we left the store. New Moons, the occult shop, disappeared as we rounded the corner. We drove back to her home, it didn’t take long and she spoke during the whole journey. I could hear a little glee in her voice.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I wanted to speak but I was mesmerized by her stories. She explained where her husband worked and how happy they were. Told me about their wedding day and how excited she was that day.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I hated him immediately!

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">We stepped into her foyer and walked passed the living room and into the kitchen. As she placed her shopping onto the side, she explained, “He won’t be long now, he will love you!”.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">He left for work the following morning. She finished her tea, got dressed and then left to find me. It didn’t take long; I was in the garden waiting already.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">In the following weeks we would perform the same ritual – talk all day, reminisce and dream of the future. One day we even did a spot of gardening together.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">Her husband would return from work each day and I would be gone.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">This day, however, did not follow the same path. She put her makeup on, as usual, met me in the garden and we walked into her living room and just stood at the window. We did not speak.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">She held tight the book she had bought the day we first met. His car turned onto the driveway – same time as every other day. His door opened and he stepped out.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">It was then that I knew she was mine; I felt a coldness travelling through me as he fell to the ground outside.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">We went outside and knelt beside him. He tried to reach for me and flinched as his hand brushed the cold steel protruding from my chest. I fell to the floor, staring at him as she took his hand and kissed it goodbye.

<p style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(153,153,153);font-family:"OpenSans",Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:justify;">I rolled over. Crimson flowed from the wound. It had stained my label – “Tears -  servant of the spirits”. <ac_metadata title="Tears - My first creepypasta"> </ac_metadata>