Lost Love on a Snowy Night

The night time snow filled the air silently as Justin pulled the bloody bundle up from his basement. The smell of smoke filled his nostrils and his mind wandered back briefly to his youth. Justin chuckled as he recalled the way his father had taught him to skin a deer. “It was one of those lessons you never really forget, like riding a bicycle, ya know?” Justin said turning to the darkening bed sheets. He wiped the snot from his nose with the sleeve of his battered sweater and spoke again to the mess. “You’re not very talkative now Charice…was it something I did?” The bundle sat in gristly silence as the tiny flakes of fresh snow drifted down; Justin chuckled again and resumed dragging his load. Ahead of him, barely visible in the falling snow, was a tiny shed. The smoke that had made Justin nostalgic poured from a small chimney and the closer Justin got to the shed, the more the smell reminded him of something else. “I never could stand the smell of burning hair. I threw up once when Jinni Hodstodter singed her beautiful blonde hair in chemistry class.” He stopped dragging the bundle again and stared blankly at the trail he had left behind him. The majestic snow had a black and unsteady streak in it leading from the back door to his current position. The trail reminded him of a virgin’s first encounter with the beast with two backs. Despite the cold Justin could feel himself warming up with anticipation. He began to drag the load faster towards the shed. “This time Charice, this time you’ll finally do it right. But first I’m going to have a snack; you won’t miss one of your toes would you?” He had brought the bloody mess just inside the dimly lit shed. “I didn’t think so.” He said positioning the bundle so that he could shut the door. Outside the snow fell silently and the smoke rose to the heavens as Justin had his girl and as he finished this depraved act of fiendishness he noticed a red eye peering out at him from under the work bench. The eye blinked once as Justin cocked his head to the side, puzzled and that was when he saw the tentacles begin to writhe out from the darkness. Justin stared with growing horror as the tentacle slithered toward him. The tip of the tentacle had just reached the tip of his shoe when he let out a blood curdling shriek and tried to bolt for the door. Turning so sharply on his heels that he fell right next to his bloody Charice and the tentacle had started its ascent up his leg. Justin was lying next to Charice and noticed that the sheet he had carefully wrapped around her head had come undone and he was staring into her dull and life less eye. He screamed again and the sheets shifted and her hand came up out of the bundle. The smell of urine filled the room as Justin wet himself, and still the tentacle climbed higher; it was on his thigh now. Her hand was still caked in her own blood and bile and she pressed her index finger against her lips and said: “shhhhh”. As the sound of her whispered word faded away a thin smile formed on her lips, and that was when Justin blacked out. The cops would find Justin and Charice four days later. The official report would be that Justin had murdered his long-time girlfriend in a fit of rage and then dragged her here to the shed. The report would go on to say that Justin had had a massive heart attack from over exertion and too much excitement, and that in his last moments he had realized what he had done and that was why he had draped his former lover’s arm over him. The reality is that something much more sinister than Justin had been waiting and watching in that dark place under the work bench and it had finally caught up with him.