Poetry competition CLOSED 18th May 2014 2:51am
WINNER
mischief_cheesecak
mischief_cheesecak
RUNNERS-UP:
trouble8me
and Zazzles
Married To A Monster
Poetry Contest Description
What would you do if you discovered your spouse wasn't who you thought they were?
Inspired by Stephen King's short story "A Good Marriage", the main character discovers that her husband of some 25+ years, and doting father to their children, is a notorious serial killer.
What would you do if you were in that position?
The assignment for this one is to write a short story/prose, 700 word limit, about finding out that your longtime spouse/significant other is a criminal. What are their crimes and how will you handle this new shocking news? Will you stay or try to get away without being the next victim?
No collabs, enter as many times as you want, and let your imagination run free!
What would you do if you were in that position?
The assignment for this one is to write a short story/prose, 700 word limit, about finding out that your longtime spouse/significant other is a criminal. What are their crimes and how will you handle this new shocking news? Will you stay or try to get away without being the next victim?
No collabs, enter as many times as you want, and let your imagination run free!
I remembered when I first found out he was a serial killer, just shy of a month ago.
He said he wanted to take me on a romantic getaway. “I want to take you camping Olivia, make a camp fire, go fishing, have a picnic and become one with nature.”
Ted drove us to upstate NY for what seemed like a half day drive, the entire time smiling and saying, "where almost there." Finally, he found his destination and parked the Chevy. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, “there's a little hut down there, off the beaten path.” I looked and saw nothing, I said.
“Look again, he said, right over there” with a hypnotic almost glazed expression on his face.
I could barely see it, even when he extended his arm and pointed for me to look.
"I've been coming here since I was a teen Olivia.” I tried to smile when he asked me to sit, but it was tough because I was petrified by the surroundings. He smiled blankly. All the color had drained from his face, he went silent and just looked out at the river. As I was sitting next to Ted, I looked around the entire river, it was heavily wooded with massive foliage and it stunk like death! "It would be tough to find anyone who got lost out here, I thought quietly to myself." It was creepy and I wanted to go home.
Ted suddenly jumped up and said, “wanna’ see something beautiful? Something amazing?”
My eyebrows rose up and I heard myself say, “yes, sure, what is it?”
He jumped into the water and pulled out a bag that was wrapped with rope, about 4 medium sized cinder blocks were tied to the ends of each rope and, whew! Oh man did it STINK! He said, “Olivia, come here,I complied and jumped in the river too.
He pulled the bag onto the bank then opened it!
I jumped and fell backwards and lost my breath. "Now now, he said with a crazy tone, this is my first wife, Mary. Mary dear, say hello to Olivia.” He was now holding a rotten, almost beheaded, corpse in his arms. "“Oh and this, this is her FUCKING BOYFRIEND Jimmy. Jimmy boy, say hello to Olivia.”
I passed out!
The next morning, he was already on some type of bullshit before the sun could barely rise, as I peeped timidly from my covers, recognizing the psychotic wrinkles that framed his face with rage. His mouth twisted and eyes seemed possessed, hollowed black, like the onyx ring I’d given him on his birthday years ago.
He never noticed me watching him pull the wooden box from the loose plank beneath the floor. I eyed him closely and nervously behind bed sheets obscuring my eyes from his view. I wanted to ask him if he needed help, just to soften the demonic dimples sunk in his face but I was too afraid. Years of being beaten just for speaking when not told to, had taught me to tread softly when Ted was zoned out.
He started yelling, cursing about everything and nothing at all, as he continued his search for whatever it was I had yet acquired courage to ask. His voice pounding in my eardrums, as his chest heaved up and down, screaming my name so loud, if I were dead, I would have raised instantly. “OLIVIA! Where the fuck is my fishing line?” I jumped out the bed so fast that I slipped, fell and recovered in one move. “"I think it's finished. I replied. You used the last of it when you took me fishing last month, remember?"” He grunted and walked out of the room.
"I remember thinking to myself, thank god our son spent the night at a friends house last night, and wasn't home yet.
Quickly, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, got dressed and hurried downstairs.
Coffee was brewing as Ted sat at the kitchen table, his face now expressionless.
I cleared my throat, voice barely above a whisper, “I’m going into town and won’t be back until later today."” He barely looked in my direction, nodding his head in approval, he knew my town shopping took a full day, as the markets stayed crowded and the commute was long. I grabbed my keys and purse and walked nervously out the door. Hands sweating, heart beating out of my chest, butterflies in my stomach as I pulled off and drove 3 blocks from the house and parked in an alley. I had to be fast, the sun was making an appearance and I couldn’t take the chance of being seen. I ran through the hiking trail that lead back to the woody area of our backyard and began digging. Eight minutes later I recovered the dusty bag that held Ted’s 44magnum, I slowly entered the backdoor, no longer afraid, holding steel in my hands; something about a gun gives you power and courage. 44 already cocked as I made my way through the house to find him sprawled out on the living room floor, back against the couch, extreme hardcore porn on the widescreen; ‘snuff-porn’ he called it. Dozens of pictures covered the coffee table and floor. His hands in his pants, masturbating to pictures of all the women he had raped, tortured, killed and then raped again once they were dead. I caught him by surprise, his face of ecstasy contorted when he saw me holding the gun.
He didn’t have time to make peace with his fucking maker; he would see his evil ass in five, four, three, two, one…BANG!
He said he wanted to take me on a romantic getaway. “I want to take you camping Olivia, make a camp fire, go fishing, have a picnic and become one with nature.”
Ted drove us to upstate NY for what seemed like a half day drive, the entire time smiling and saying, "where almost there." Finally, he found his destination and parked the Chevy. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, “there's a little hut down there, off the beaten path.” I looked and saw nothing, I said.
“Look again, he said, right over there” with a hypnotic almost glazed expression on his face.
I could barely see it, even when he extended his arm and pointed for me to look.
"I've been coming here since I was a teen Olivia.” I tried to smile when he asked me to sit, but it was tough because I was petrified by the surroundings. He smiled blankly. All the color had drained from his face, he went silent and just looked out at the river. As I was sitting next to Ted, I looked around the entire river, it was heavily wooded with massive foliage and it stunk like death! "It would be tough to find anyone who got lost out here, I thought quietly to myself." It was creepy and I wanted to go home.
Ted suddenly jumped up and said, “wanna’ see something beautiful? Something amazing?”
My eyebrows rose up and I heard myself say, “yes, sure, what is it?”
He jumped into the water and pulled out a bag that was wrapped with rope, about 4 medium sized cinder blocks were tied to the ends of each rope and, whew! Oh man did it STINK! He said, “Olivia, come here,I complied and jumped in the river too.
He pulled the bag onto the bank then opened it!
I jumped and fell backwards and lost my breath. "Now now, he said with a crazy tone, this is my first wife, Mary. Mary dear, say hello to Olivia.” He was now holding a rotten, almost beheaded, corpse in his arms. "“Oh and this, this is her FUCKING BOYFRIEND Jimmy. Jimmy boy, say hello to Olivia.”
I passed out!
The next morning, he was already on some type of bullshit before the sun could barely rise, as I peeped timidly from my covers, recognizing the psychotic wrinkles that framed his face with rage. His mouth twisted and eyes seemed possessed, hollowed black, like the onyx ring I’d given him on his birthday years ago.
He never noticed me watching him pull the wooden box from the loose plank beneath the floor. I eyed him closely and nervously behind bed sheets obscuring my eyes from his view. I wanted to ask him if he needed help, just to soften the demonic dimples sunk in his face but I was too afraid. Years of being beaten just for speaking when not told to, had taught me to tread softly when Ted was zoned out.
He started yelling, cursing about everything and nothing at all, as he continued his search for whatever it was I had yet acquired courage to ask. His voice pounding in my eardrums, as his chest heaved up and down, screaming my name so loud, if I were dead, I would have raised instantly. “OLIVIA! Where the fuck is my fishing line?” I jumped out the bed so fast that I slipped, fell and recovered in one move. “"I think it's finished. I replied. You used the last of it when you took me fishing last month, remember?"” He grunted and walked out of the room.
"I remember thinking to myself, thank god our son spent the night at a friends house last night, and wasn't home yet.
Quickly, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, got dressed and hurried downstairs.
Coffee was brewing as Ted sat at the kitchen table, his face now expressionless.
I cleared my throat, voice barely above a whisper, “I’m going into town and won’t be back until later today."” He barely looked in my direction, nodding his head in approval, he knew my town shopping took a full day, as the markets stayed crowded and the commute was long. I grabbed my keys and purse and walked nervously out the door. Hands sweating, heart beating out of my chest, butterflies in my stomach as I pulled off and drove 3 blocks from the house and parked in an alley. I had to be fast, the sun was making an appearance and I couldn’t take the chance of being seen. I ran through the hiking trail that lead back to the woody area of our backyard and began digging. Eight minutes later I recovered the dusty bag that held Ted’s 44magnum, I slowly entered the backdoor, no longer afraid, holding steel in my hands; something about a gun gives you power and courage. 44 already cocked as I made my way through the house to find him sprawled out on the living room floor, back against the couch, extreme hardcore porn on the widescreen; ‘snuff-porn’ he called it. Dozens of pictures covered the coffee table and floor. His hands in his pants, masturbating to pictures of all the women he had raped, tortured, killed and then raped again once they were dead. I caught him by surprise, his face of ecstasy contorted when he saw me holding the gun.
He didn’t have time to make peace with his fucking maker; he would see his evil ass in five, four, three, two, one…BANG!
~My Husband has changed~
It was Tuesday, August 17, 1995 when I wrote the statement to the attorney that asked why I wanted a divorce. But I changed my name so fast you were married to a ghost for two years. The letter I wrote and left for you that day. It stated, “Seventeen years I loved you, From that love Came happiness But right now….I am running form the mask That’s what we called it for years And you made me believe you were Perfect Baby seventeen years And this last year You have beaten me, Choked me out, DID ALL THESE TERRIBLE THINGS AND YET I STAY. I married you and I wanted that perfect life but where is the perfect life!!!! Where IS IT?? Did I do something wrong? You aren’t the same man I married no, not at all.” I stared at the bookcase at the beautiful ring that was once on my finger and I ask it again. Where did our happy ending go? You tried to kill me that look in your eyes scared the Fuck out of me and I don’t know how to function. You are gone and we hide in fear. Margret and Levi are dead because of you. I want my husband back. The story was clear you are not the same man I loved for years. I didn’t even know you after the knife went through the cabinet. I wanted to scream but I still haven’t told you what fully happened. He went crazy one day after work, he said I was not the woman he had married and he wanted to leave. I started to cry and asked softly what he wants. He snapped and said, “I want you!” He slapped me and dragged me through the kitchen down the hall to our bedroom telling me to remove my close. I did as he asked. He told me to get on the bed. He tied my hands to the bed and my feet. He slapped me with a belt on my legs and screamed over and over to keep crying and I would get hit again. He left the room, and I heard my kids walk through the door. My son screamed at the top of his lungs and then sounded like he was choking. My daughter ran to my bedroom and when she has seen my hands tied, she screamed. The footsteps came closer but before I could say anything he grabbed her. Took her to her room and numerous screams and no’s had come from that room. I cried because I knew what he was doing a gunshot had fired. There were no more screams. That day I will never forget. No matter how painful it was. When he came back in I began to cry and he asked why I was tied up and began to untie me. The sirens had sounded and the police were on their way. You begged me not to say anything and I was kept shut. I softly cried and I didn’t say a word to the police. I wore jeans that hid my scars and told them my kids were at a friend’s house. They didn’t suspect anything but now I tell the story of the man that changed. One day later… I left you a note and I swore I’d never come back
It was Tuesday, August 17, 1995 when I wrote the statement to the attorney that asked why I wanted a divorce. But I changed my name so fast you were married to a ghost for two years. The letter I wrote and left for you that day. It stated, “Seventeen years I loved you, From that love Came happiness But right now….I am running form the mask That’s what we called it for years And you made me believe you were Perfect Baby seventeen years And this last year You have beaten me, Choked me out, DID ALL THESE TERRIBLE THINGS AND YET I STAY. I married you and I wanted that perfect life but where is the perfect life!!!! Where IS IT?? Did I do something wrong? You aren’t the same man I married no, not at all.” I stared at the bookcase at the beautiful ring that was once on my finger and I ask it again. Where did our happy ending go? You tried to kill me that look in your eyes scared the Fuck out of me and I don’t know how to function. You are gone and we hide in fear. Margret and Levi are dead because of you. I want my husband back. The story was clear you are not the same man I loved for years. I didn’t even know you after the knife went through the cabinet. I wanted to scream but I still haven’t told you what fully happened. He went crazy one day after work, he said I was not the woman he had married and he wanted to leave. I started to cry and asked softly what he wants. He snapped and said, “I want you!” He slapped me and dragged me through the kitchen down the hall to our bedroom telling me to remove my close. I did as he asked. He told me to get on the bed. He tied my hands to the bed and my feet. He slapped me with a belt on my legs and screamed over and over to keep crying and I would get hit again. He left the room, and I heard my kids walk through the door. My son screamed at the top of his lungs and then sounded like he was choking. My daughter ran to my bedroom and when she has seen my hands tied, she screamed. The footsteps came closer but before I could say anything he grabbed her. Took her to her room and numerous screams and no’s had come from that room. I cried because I knew what he was doing a gunshot had fired. There were no more screams. That day I will never forget. No matter how painful it was. When he came back in I began to cry and he asked why I was tied up and began to untie me. The sirens had sounded and the police were on their way. You begged me not to say anything and I was kept shut. I softly cried and I didn’t say a word to the police. I wore jeans that hid my scars and told them my kids were at a friend’s house. They didn’t suspect anything but now I tell the story of the man that changed. One day later… I left you a note and I swore I’d never come back
The Dear Slayers
You would think two plus two would show up at least one time in twenty five years. Well, like me, you'll just have to think again and like me you will be shocked to find out that four is nowhere in the picture.
It has always been an amazing paradox of such a curious nature for the events of great importance to take place within our own back yard. Hidden so cleverly by the most obvious methods. In this particular case so obvious as to be planned out almost daily in open discussion. With two out of the six people involved in the daily business plan unaware of another plan being discussed between the lines .
My name is Earl Ray Lester, and my brother Donnie Moe and I had been working the six hundred plus acre farm full time since the death of our parents. The land had been in our family for five generations. In all previous generations, tenacity and hard work were the main requirements for barely getting by. Barely getting by was considered by Donnie and I as a high level of success also, considering the time and effort involved. Property taxes were paid, all miscellaneous bills caught up, we were proud of our ample success in those early years.
True success rode up in a brand new jeep twenty some odd years ago. Donnie had been making adjustments to the eight row cultivator, I was checking oil and hydraulic levels on the John Deere.
Our mild curiosity ramped up as soon as the two girls climbed out of the jeep.
" Hi, we're sorry to interrupt two hard working brothers, my name is Karen and this is my cousin Susan, we are new to this area and are hoping to find a hunting lease."
Neither brother caught the significance of "brothers" in that opening communication.
Now, twenty five years later, I shake my head in disbelief as I looked across the aisle of the prison bus at my brother Donnie. We were dressed in prison orange and chains. As the bus pulled off of state highway 72 into the drive leading into the Jackson Detention facility, Donnie asked me; " what in the hell happened?"
Looking back in time trying to focus on the events that went from an average simplistic existence into a daily scramble of befuddlement. Slowly I began to see a few highlights of obvious warning signs. 'Oh , the affliction of worthless hindsight'
It is so hard to concentrate with subconscious', " I told you so" echoing in your head.
Karen and Susan had exploded into our lives, Karen and I, Donnie and Susan. Things moved so fast; Donnie and I were literally knocked off our feet then, though so obviously now, knocked out of our minds.
'Why, of course you two can hunt any where you would like, Oh Yes, we will be glad to show you around.'
Then came the plans for a multimillion dollar hunting preserve. These two lionesses had made their first two kills, on our property.( we are now regrettably positive that we were not the first)
Donnie and I made fine wall hangers,
With both feet in our mouths and our heads up our ass at the same time.
What an ingenious plan; to incorporate thousands of acres in the guise of hunting preserves all over the US, South America and Africa. Where husband and wives could enjoy time away together away from the hustle and bustle of real life and rest in the tranquil atmosphere of a wildlife hunting preserve.
The young wives of certain wealthy, narcissistic minded husbands were given extra attention from Karen and Susan. With more time on the rifle range where they were taught to barely miss the right and hit the wrong target. Even how to wound a wild boar when that particular boar was within easy reach of a dearly beloved; " It all happened so fast my dear husband was being mauled to death by that beast, I was trying to save his life and I missed, Oh, what will I ever do now?!"
Well by now, I'm sure you get it, how through the process of so many years our sweet wives were able to amass a large fortune.
Oh yea, the other two members of our daily schedule meetings (both of them avid hunters and both women by the way) now live with our ex wives on our old ex farm while Donnie and I do life at the Jackson prison farm for murder and extortion.
We never had a clue how smart those two mud bogging babes were until the judge read our sentences.
You would think two plus two would show up at least one time in twenty five years. Well, like me, you'll just have to think again and like me you will be shocked to find out that four is nowhere in the picture.
It has always been an amazing paradox of such a curious nature for the events of great importance to take place within our own back yard. Hidden so cleverly by the most obvious methods. In this particular case so obvious as to be planned out almost daily in open discussion. With two out of the six people involved in the daily business plan unaware of another plan being discussed between the lines .
My name is Earl Ray Lester, and my brother Donnie Moe and I had been working the six hundred plus acre farm full time since the death of our parents. The land had been in our family for five generations. In all previous generations, tenacity and hard work were the main requirements for barely getting by. Barely getting by was considered by Donnie and I as a high level of success also, considering the time and effort involved. Property taxes were paid, all miscellaneous bills caught up, we were proud of our ample success in those early years.
True success rode up in a brand new jeep twenty some odd years ago. Donnie had been making adjustments to the eight row cultivator, I was checking oil and hydraulic levels on the John Deere.
Our mild curiosity ramped up as soon as the two girls climbed out of the jeep.
" Hi, we're sorry to interrupt two hard working brothers, my name is Karen and this is my cousin Susan, we are new to this area and are hoping to find a hunting lease."
Neither brother caught the significance of "brothers" in that opening communication.
Now, twenty five years later, I shake my head in disbelief as I looked across the aisle of the prison bus at my brother Donnie. We were dressed in prison orange and chains. As the bus pulled off of state highway 72 into the drive leading into the Jackson Detention facility, Donnie asked me; " what in the hell happened?"
Looking back in time trying to focus on the events that went from an average simplistic existence into a daily scramble of befuddlement. Slowly I began to see a few highlights of obvious warning signs. 'Oh , the affliction of worthless hindsight'
It is so hard to concentrate with subconscious', " I told you so" echoing in your head.
Karen and Susan had exploded into our lives, Karen and I, Donnie and Susan. Things moved so fast; Donnie and I were literally knocked off our feet then, though so obviously now, knocked out of our minds.
'Why, of course you two can hunt any where you would like, Oh Yes, we will be glad to show you around.'
Then came the plans for a multimillion dollar hunting preserve. These two lionesses had made their first two kills, on our property.( we are now regrettably positive that we were not the first)
Donnie and I made fine wall hangers,
With both feet in our mouths and our heads up our ass at the same time.
What an ingenious plan; to incorporate thousands of acres in the guise of hunting preserves all over the US, South America and Africa. Where husband and wives could enjoy time away together away from the hustle and bustle of real life and rest in the tranquil atmosphere of a wildlife hunting preserve.
The young wives of certain wealthy, narcissistic minded husbands were given extra attention from Karen and Susan. With more time on the rifle range where they were taught to barely miss the right and hit the wrong target. Even how to wound a wild boar when that particular boar was within easy reach of a dearly beloved; " It all happened so fast my dear husband was being mauled to death by that beast, I was trying to save his life and I missed, Oh, what will I ever do now?!"
Well by now, I'm sure you get it, how through the process of so many years our sweet wives were able to amass a large fortune.
Oh yea, the other two members of our daily schedule meetings (both of them avid hunters and both women by the way) now live with our ex wives on our old ex farm while Donnie and I do life at the Jackson prison farm for murder and extortion.
We never had a clue how smart those two mud bogging babes were until the judge read our sentences.
The whole house had started falling apart years ago without my knowledge because I had been on my “vacation”. The grass was brown more like hay than grass and it grew to heights unimaginable by anyone in this small town built on a tidy reputation. I assumed that if my husband neglected the house as he did the city would come by but that never did happen but then again the city seemed preoccupied. Even members of this small town seemed careless about how our house looked and only seemed worried about their OCD homes and keeping their children away from my house. There were always dirty dishes in our house that contained some black substance I could not identify. I complained about the state of dishes in our house a lot and one day I came home to find the entire house spotless and two men standing in my living room. They started asking if I still saw the dirty dishes and tall grass outside. When I said of course not they decided it was time I went on my “vacation” to a psychiatric ward within the distant city limits.
There was one room I was not allowed in before and after treatment. My husband claimed it would cause my hallucinations to return. Once I returned from treatment I decided to enter the room I had not went in after 18 years of marriage. When I opened the door the only thing I saw was a staircase down to a metal floor. I walked down stairs and when I walked on the floor I heard an echo beneath me and a weird sound much like a dying animal. I ignored it then until I was mowing the lawn in the backyard for the first time I was ever permitted by my husband to do so and as soon as I got to the gate farthest from the house I hit something. The motor on the machine stopped and I knew it was obsolete and that the motor would never work again. I pulled on the handle and it gave way easily.
I hesitated when I heard a whimper beneath me but I decided to keep going. I looked up to the only window facing the backyard and I found my husband standing there. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign. I hesitated and heard a cry beneath me again. I climbed down. I had no idea what I thought I would see but what I saw shook me to the core. A young girl lay on the ground whimpering with nails in her wrists and nails right above her ankles. I could tell she had once been suspended on the wall behind her. All around her were bowls of feces she had surely been consuming. I threw up then and that is when I heard the word. “Obsolete”. It was a word my husband said a lot but when I turned around there were two cops behind me. They looked as if they wanted to apologize as they approached and one of them said something that shocked me.
“We have to kill you to protect our families,” he said blatantly and everything went black.
There was one room I was not allowed in before and after treatment. My husband claimed it would cause my hallucinations to return. Once I returned from treatment I decided to enter the room I had not went in after 18 years of marriage. When I opened the door the only thing I saw was a staircase down to a metal floor. I walked down stairs and when I walked on the floor I heard an echo beneath me and a weird sound much like a dying animal. I ignored it then until I was mowing the lawn in the backyard for the first time I was ever permitted by my husband to do so and as soon as I got to the gate farthest from the house I hit something. The motor on the machine stopped and I knew it was obsolete and that the motor would never work again. I pulled on the handle and it gave way easily.
I hesitated when I heard a whimper beneath me but I decided to keep going. I looked up to the only window facing the backyard and I found my husband standing there. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign. I hesitated and heard a cry beneath me again. I climbed down. I had no idea what I thought I would see but what I saw shook me to the core. A young girl lay on the ground whimpering with nails in her wrists and nails right above her ankles. I could tell she had once been suspended on the wall behind her. All around her were bowls of feces she had surely been consuming. I threw up then and that is when I heard the word. “Obsolete”. It was a word my husband said a lot but when I turned around there were two cops behind me. They looked as if they wanted to apologize as they approached and one of them said something that shocked me.
“We have to kill you to protect our families,” he said blatantly and everything went black.
The gate slams as he enters. Mud on his shoes.
Dirt stains on the beige carpet.
Hunny, I'm home! Sounds of the bedroom T.V on. His footsteps were heavy, walking upstairs.
Opens the door and sees me laying naked on the bed fast a sleep.
He lays beside me and kisses my lips.
I wake up scared.Babe you home early..
With out a word he goes and showers. I must of past out I said.
I put on my robe and head downstairs to cook a meal for us. I had this feeling somebody watching me.
We ate together outside on our patio.He stared at me with anger.
I said... whats wrong!
I need to go out of town for a couple of days.
He was an architect for corporate building name Solaris.
I told him that it was fine.
And when he was leaving.
Tonight he said with a deep tone voice.
I was puzzle by this last minute trip.
The phone rings many times so I decided to pick it up. But he grab it.
He didn't speak only listened and hang up the phone.
He started to pack quickly as possible. I ask if I could help. He said no that he was fine.
I had this gut feeling things were not fine.
He told me to go and visit my sister for while.
He hugged me tight and kiss me hard. Told me he loved me.
I decided to call Solaris to confirm his flight with his secretary.
But no one answered. I told him I would drive him to the airport.
He said that his pal Morgan will drop him off.
I called my sister Penny that lived upstate New York. She agreed to pick me up for the weekend.
A black suv pulled in front of the street.
My husband hugged me again with his sad eyes.
Hold my hand and told me he will call.
I waved goodbye. I went back upstairs to the bedroom and saw his suitcase. I called him on his cell but it kept on ringing.
I heard a phone ring downstairs on the livingroom sofa.
And there was his cellphone. He forgot his phone too.
All this seem to weird to me.
I called Solaris again and his secretary answered. She told me that my husband Tim didn't work there no more.
That it has been weeks, since he was fired. What?
Now I was so confused about all this. I didn't know what to do!
Where the hell was my husband!Should I call the police..
I stood home instead of going to my sisters house.
I received a unknown call.
But they hanged up on me. So I called back.
A women answered I told her that she just called my phone.
She said that she was looking for Morgan.
I told her that his friend Tim lived here. She hanged up.
I called again but her phone was disconnected.
WTF? Can you even do that?
I decided to call the police but they asked if my husband was missing.
I said no but all these things were happening.
They said to call when he is missing!Omg!I felt hopeless!
I called my sister. She told me to google him online.
I google Tim Berns.
But nothing! A article of a massacre in Mississippi killed 20 people in a church.A man known as Tim Brall.
So I googled Tim Brall under images.
And my husband photo popped up.This is a mistake!
Supposedly Tim Brall is wanted for numerous murders.
My face turned pale.
I felt I was going to have a panic attack.
I went upstairs I checked everything but only found a paper with the number 799.
I called the police telling them everything I found.
They checked my home for hours didn't find anything.
They told me to stay home in case he calls or appears to track him. The cops were outside my house. I heard a bang coming from the basement. So I went down stairs to check.
I felt a hard bang to my head. I woke up in pool of blood.
Barely could see straight. There was my husband with a bat looking at me.
I touched my head and I was still bleeding.He was screaming at me with so much anger. BITCH!! What you did! You fucking bitch!
Now I have to kill you! You couldn't keep your mouth shut!! You had to make me go this far! Who are you I asked!
Your fucking worst nightmare! Why are you doing this! He pulls out a big butcher knife. I screamed with agony. No! No! No! please!
You know I always loved you but you forced me to this, he said. I had to do it, you don't understand!! He cuts his own throat in front of me. With tears in his eyes he layed there dead. I cried so much. I could't believe what just happened. After all this nightmare has past. I did a little investigation of my own.
He grew up in Mississippi in the same church that he killed those people. He was sexually abused by the pastor there for years. The church and his family covered the incident.
Making Tim Brall seem like a liar.
Making him believe it was his sickness and his own imagination.
His family then moved to New York City.
Leaving everything behind.
The 20 people killed, was the pastor and his entire family.
Tim Brall suffered from Bipolar disorder and Schizophrenia disorder. Diagnosed in his early teen age years. I never knew that my husband had so much skeletons in his closet.
Tears down my eyes letting this tragedy wash away.
And closing this chapter of my life.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
Dirt stains on the beige carpet.
Hunny, I'm home! Sounds of the bedroom T.V on. His footsteps were heavy, walking upstairs.
Opens the door and sees me laying naked on the bed fast a sleep.
He lays beside me and kisses my lips.
I wake up scared.Babe you home early..
With out a word he goes and showers. I must of past out I said.
I put on my robe and head downstairs to cook a meal for us. I had this feeling somebody watching me.
We ate together outside on our patio.He stared at me with anger.
I said... whats wrong!
I need to go out of town for a couple of days.
He was an architect for corporate building name Solaris.
I told him that it was fine.
And when he was leaving.
Tonight he said with a deep tone voice.
I was puzzle by this last minute trip.
The phone rings many times so I decided to pick it up. But he grab it.
He didn't speak only listened and hang up the phone.
He started to pack quickly as possible. I ask if I could help. He said no that he was fine.
I had this gut feeling things were not fine.
He told me to go and visit my sister for while.
He hugged me tight and kiss me hard. Told me he loved me.
I decided to call Solaris to confirm his flight with his secretary.
But no one answered. I told him I would drive him to the airport.
He said that his pal Morgan will drop him off.
I called my sister Penny that lived upstate New York. She agreed to pick me up for the weekend.
A black suv pulled in front of the street.
My husband hugged me again with his sad eyes.
Hold my hand and told me he will call.
I waved goodbye. I went back upstairs to the bedroom and saw his suitcase. I called him on his cell but it kept on ringing.
I heard a phone ring downstairs on the livingroom sofa.
And there was his cellphone. He forgot his phone too.
All this seem to weird to me.
I called Solaris again and his secretary answered. She told me that my husband Tim didn't work there no more.
That it has been weeks, since he was fired. What?
Now I was so confused about all this. I didn't know what to do!
Where the hell was my husband!Should I call the police..
I stood home instead of going to my sisters house.
I received a unknown call.
But they hanged up on me. So I called back.
A women answered I told her that she just called my phone.
She said that she was looking for Morgan.
I told her that his friend Tim lived here. She hanged up.
I called again but her phone was disconnected.
WTF? Can you even do that?
I decided to call the police but they asked if my husband was missing.
I said no but all these things were happening.
They said to call when he is missing!Omg!I felt hopeless!
I called my sister. She told me to google him online.
I google Tim Berns.
But nothing! A article of a massacre in Mississippi killed 20 people in a church.A man known as Tim Brall.
So I googled Tim Brall under images.
And my husband photo popped up.This is a mistake!
Supposedly Tim Brall is wanted for numerous murders.
My face turned pale.
I felt I was going to have a panic attack.
I went upstairs I checked everything but only found a paper with the number 799.
I called the police telling them everything I found.
They checked my home for hours didn't find anything.
They told me to stay home in case he calls or appears to track him. The cops were outside my house. I heard a bang coming from the basement. So I went down stairs to check.
I felt a hard bang to my head. I woke up in pool of blood.
Barely could see straight. There was my husband with a bat looking at me.
I touched my head and I was still bleeding.He was screaming at me with so much anger. BITCH!! What you did! You fucking bitch!
Now I have to kill you! You couldn't keep your mouth shut!! You had to make me go this far! Who are you I asked!
Your fucking worst nightmare! Why are you doing this! He pulls out a big butcher knife. I screamed with agony. No! No! No! please!
You know I always loved you but you forced me to this, he said. I had to do it, you don't understand!! He cuts his own throat in front of me. With tears in his eyes he layed there dead. I cried so much. I could't believe what just happened. After all this nightmare has past. I did a little investigation of my own.
He grew up in Mississippi in the same church that he killed those people. He was sexually abused by the pastor there for years. The church and his family covered the incident.
Making Tim Brall seem like a liar.
Making him believe it was his sickness and his own imagination.
His family then moved to New York City.
Leaving everything behind.
The 20 people killed, was the pastor and his entire family.
Tim Brall suffered from Bipolar disorder and Schizophrenia disorder. Diagnosed in his early teen age years. I never knew that my husband had so much skeletons in his closet.
Tears down my eyes letting this tragedy wash away.
And closing this chapter of my life.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
"It feels like just yesterday I just found the video tapes under the floor boards of our victorian home."
May 17, 1976 the year me and Jack got married. It was a blissful day with the sun shining and birds chirping. The spring really shown that day for us. I knew since the first time we meet eachother, when I went off to college. I was only eight-teen years old all in 1971. It was love at first sight, so I thought. I can still smell his cologne and that meant he was planning on going on a bussiness trip. He usually was gone for a few days but was always happy to return home. He hit me from that night on, since we got married, he stated he owned me. I learned to adjust and he promised over and over he wouldnt lay a hand on me again with the fancy gifts he gave along with it. I knew I fell for it but I loved him.
One morning I woke up and he was already gone on his business trip and wont be home for few day, that I did know. I was piling up the laundry I folded in the basket and I walked up to our bedroom to put away his clothes . He had a walk in closet, and thats the only time I was allowed in it. As I was walking out I noticed a little side piece of the floorboard was loose. So I bent down to fix it and got a bigger surprise when I could remove that piece and see that there was a nice size space for two shoe boxes to fit. I pulled them both out, with me being curious and scared. My body was shacking. I pulled the lid off the first box and found video tapes labeled with dates on each. I got up and walked over to the cassette player and slid the video tape in and it was my husband with a woman having intercourse. What came next was shocking, my husband choked that woman to death and I quickly shut it off. I walked over to the second box and lifted off the top and found ID's of women from all over from different states. Then I knew my husband wasn't who I thought he was. So I went to the night stand where he keeps his .22 caliber for intruders and I waited.
I waited for him to return home that day , with a handful of roses to give me. I sat there with the .22 caliber pistol and the two boxes, contemplating. How come I didnt notice? After so many years it went on for. I didnt even know him and we created what is now living inside me. Now it's his fate that has come. Like I knew, he walked in with roses in his hand, all proud, with a smile on his face until he saw me sitting there in the living room. I knew he was shocked, his smile faded instantly but I pointed that .22 caliber without hesitation I shot 9 rounds into his chest. I got up and walked over to his body that fell to the floor and shot the last round into his head....and that one is for me carring your child.
May 17, 1976 the year me and Jack got married. It was a blissful day with the sun shining and birds chirping. The spring really shown that day for us. I knew since the first time we meet eachother, when I went off to college. I was only eight-teen years old all in 1971. It was love at first sight, so I thought. I can still smell his cologne and that meant he was planning on going on a bussiness trip. He usually was gone for a few days but was always happy to return home. He hit me from that night on, since we got married, he stated he owned me. I learned to adjust and he promised over and over he wouldnt lay a hand on me again with the fancy gifts he gave along with it. I knew I fell for it but I loved him.
One morning I woke up and he was already gone on his business trip and wont be home for few day, that I did know. I was piling up the laundry I folded in the basket and I walked up to our bedroom to put away his clothes . He had a walk in closet, and thats the only time I was allowed in it. As I was walking out I noticed a little side piece of the floorboard was loose. So I bent down to fix it and got a bigger surprise when I could remove that piece and see that there was a nice size space for two shoe boxes to fit. I pulled them both out, with me being curious and scared. My body was shacking. I pulled the lid off the first box and found video tapes labeled with dates on each. I got up and walked over to the cassette player and slid the video tape in and it was my husband with a woman having intercourse. What came next was shocking, my husband choked that woman to death and I quickly shut it off. I walked over to the second box and lifted off the top and found ID's of women from all over from different states. Then I knew my husband wasn't who I thought he was. So I went to the night stand where he keeps his .22 caliber for intruders and I waited.
I waited for him to return home that day , with a handful of roses to give me. I sat there with the .22 caliber pistol and the two boxes, contemplating. How come I didnt notice? After so many years it went on for. I didnt even know him and we created what is now living inside me. Now it's his fate that has come. Like I knew, he walked in with roses in his hand, all proud, with a smile on his face until he saw me sitting there in the living room. I knew he was shocked, his smile faded instantly but I pointed that .22 caliber without hesitation I shot 9 rounds into his chest. I got up and walked over to his body that fell to the floor and shot the last round into his head....and that one is for me carring your child.
If you lose your independence, it keeps going downhill from there......
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I always admired my father for his quick and effective decision making. Every time I come to realize that the last 20 years of my life has been a waste of precious time with a man I thought I knew, I think of dad. If only he could have warned me.
A husband, because I told him I was pregnant and his parents couldn't be shamed by having a grandchild out of wedlock, was mine. At 5 months pregnant, I was excited to think I was going to be a welcome addition to a wonderful family.
I was pampered beyond my wildest dreams. I could have anything I asked, if it assured the best comfort for the baby.(I should have taken bigger advantage of that.)
My first born , a son, so angelic and beautiful, he could do no wrong, stays amazing. Soon after his birth, all of us, including the grandparents, drove up to northern Oregon. We had to make sure that Alex could meet his great-grandfather just once before his passing. The trip was long and tiring, but it was a great success. Family members from all over came just to meet this new addition to their sacred name. The new generation was alive and strong. Great-grandpa could finally put his worries to rest, now that he had seen who will become his new self in the future.
My husband worked hard in the distribution business. I was home raising our son and trying to stay busy.
Five years swept by amazingly fast. My husband was just laid off from his job and started collecting unemployment benefits. We now lived on a fine tuned budget. I didn't notice as soon as I should have, but it became obvious that the free time my husband now had , was being used doing things I knew nothing about.
At the end of our 5th year into marriage, my husband cheated on me for the first time. I felt something had changed between us but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was naive. I believed every story, excuse, lie, reason, etc; that he ever told me. I was in a bubble of fairy-tale type thoughts that let me believe that he was as good, honest and faithful as I wanted him to be. He was suppose to be my perfect mate. How could my perfect mate do something different without asking me first? I thought marriage meant until "death do us part".
Our financial troubles inevitably forced us to move into a home with my husbands parents. I was now pregnant with a second child. This pregnancy was different. I was stressed out to begin with because of the living situation and even more so, because it was apparent I was being watched under a microscope. I dreaded waking up every morning, pretending I was excited about my husband diligently searching for his perfect job. He stayed gone from dawn until dusk because he didn't want to kick it with his parents either. My daughter was born before the end of our first month under this new management.
Too many bodies under one roof took its toll on everyone. With my husband newly employed after close to a year of searching, and our daughter blossoming into a precious rose, it was exciting to get back to being on our own.
I was home with the children, alone, every day. All the over time hours my husband was working should have reflected a paycheck to prove it.
I was not controlling the bank account anymore. My husband decided he no longer needed one. We always had 2 cars to drive but when I lost my license, he wouldn't pay the fine to get it back. That's how he invented a beautiful excuse for keeping me home. The progression of eliminating freedoms kept going from there.
All I had was suspicion. Obvious clues and his unstable yo-yo of bullshit was more than enough to see what he would say when confronted, but I waited. I wanted to be sure. I was afraid of what life could be like if it was normal. I was mentally abused. I was depressed and exhausted from trying to figure out what happened. I wanted my life to be over.
Birthdays come and go and our son soon was in middle school.Our daughter was in 6th grade.
Some surprises are not good ones. It was a Tuesday, around 4p.m. I was getting the cord plugged in for the vacuum when a burst of men came into my kitchen from the open garage. "Everyone on the ground!" I heard the words but it didn't quite register until I heard more shouting: " I said, on the ground, now!" I let go of whatever was in my hands and complied.
That day was the end of the dream and also the end of a nightmare.
My husband was arrested for having explosive bombs in our home, being under the influence of and selling an illegal substance, and endangering the safety of our family, thus resulting in our children being whisked away into the hands of strangers. He was not charged with any punishment for all his infidelities, by law, but pays for it everyday that he is alone now. Life was never to be the same again and that is a good thing.
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I always admired my father for his quick and effective decision making. Every time I come to realize that the last 20 years of my life has been a waste of precious time with a man I thought I knew, I think of dad. If only he could have warned me.
A husband, because I told him I was pregnant and his parents couldn't be shamed by having a grandchild out of wedlock, was mine. At 5 months pregnant, I was excited to think I was going to be a welcome addition to a wonderful family.
I was pampered beyond my wildest dreams. I could have anything I asked, if it assured the best comfort for the baby.(I should have taken bigger advantage of that.)
My first born , a son, so angelic and beautiful, he could do no wrong, stays amazing. Soon after his birth, all of us, including the grandparents, drove up to northern Oregon. We had to make sure that Alex could meet his great-grandfather just once before his passing. The trip was long and tiring, but it was a great success. Family members from all over came just to meet this new addition to their sacred name. The new generation was alive and strong. Great-grandpa could finally put his worries to rest, now that he had seen who will become his new self in the future.
My husband worked hard in the distribution business. I was home raising our son and trying to stay busy.
Five years swept by amazingly fast. My husband was just laid off from his job and started collecting unemployment benefits. We now lived on a fine tuned budget. I didn't notice as soon as I should have, but it became obvious that the free time my husband now had , was being used doing things I knew nothing about.
At the end of our 5th year into marriage, my husband cheated on me for the first time. I felt something had changed between us but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was naive. I believed every story, excuse, lie, reason, etc; that he ever told me. I was in a bubble of fairy-tale type thoughts that let me believe that he was as good, honest and faithful as I wanted him to be. He was suppose to be my perfect mate. How could my perfect mate do something different without asking me first? I thought marriage meant until "death do us part".
Our financial troubles inevitably forced us to move into a home with my husbands parents. I was now pregnant with a second child. This pregnancy was different. I was stressed out to begin with because of the living situation and even more so, because it was apparent I was being watched under a microscope. I dreaded waking up every morning, pretending I was excited about my husband diligently searching for his perfect job. He stayed gone from dawn until dusk because he didn't want to kick it with his parents either. My daughter was born before the end of our first month under this new management.
Too many bodies under one roof took its toll on everyone. With my husband newly employed after close to a year of searching, and our daughter blossoming into a precious rose, it was exciting to get back to being on our own.
I was home with the children, alone, every day. All the over time hours my husband was working should have reflected a paycheck to prove it.
I was not controlling the bank account anymore. My husband decided he no longer needed one. We always had 2 cars to drive but when I lost my license, he wouldn't pay the fine to get it back. That's how he invented a beautiful excuse for keeping me home. The progression of eliminating freedoms kept going from there.
All I had was suspicion. Obvious clues and his unstable yo-yo of bullshit was more than enough to see what he would say when confronted, but I waited. I wanted to be sure. I was afraid of what life could be like if it was normal. I was mentally abused. I was depressed and exhausted from trying to figure out what happened. I wanted my life to be over.
Birthdays come and go and our son soon was in middle school.Our daughter was in 6th grade.
Some surprises are not good ones. It was a Tuesday, around 4p.m. I was getting the cord plugged in for the vacuum when a burst of men came into my kitchen from the open garage. "Everyone on the ground!" I heard the words but it didn't quite register until I heard more shouting: " I said, on the ground, now!" I let go of whatever was in my hands and complied.
That day was the end of the dream and also the end of a nightmare.
My husband was arrested for having explosive bombs in our home, being under the influence of and selling an illegal substance, and endangering the safety of our family, thus resulting in our children being whisked away into the hands of strangers. He was not charged with any punishment for all his infidelities, by law, but pays for it everyday that he is alone now. Life was never to be the same again and that is a good thing.
Thanks for all the great entries, everyone! Just wanted to give a heads up that although this comp is due to end, this coming Saturday evening, there's a strong possibility that I may not be able to declare a winner until Monday; it's crunch week for me and the weekend is already blown away with loads of fun senior year stuff for my daughter--2 dance recitals, prom #1, theater awards ceremony....lotsa driving, lotsa costumes to stuff into my truck, lotsa ibuprofin I'll need to suck down.... etc. .... hang in there! LOL
