Halloween Tales I: A Weeping Wife’s Tale

Nights go by I’ve grown cold and bitter ever since my husband had passed away, they said he took his own life but I was there when it happened and saw it happened but it didn’t matter they didn’t believe me when I told the police he was murdered.
Now as I make dinner alone in this mansion looking out the window I could only reminisce while feeling depressed as I remember my husband who was so strong, tall, and, magical.
Remembering the days when I’d grab his soft black curls and kiss his lips while he held me strongly in his arms and promised me he’d never leave. I shed a tear and wipe it away while stirring a pot and was about to look for some ingredients when outside an interesting face was outside my door;
Shit let me turn off this stove and see what the hell do they want!
I fix my hair and take off my apron and open the door to see who could it be, it’s a middle aged man in a dusty brown suit.
He looks at me with a devilish grin as he asked if he could come in;
Hesitant yet curious I let him inside and asked what does he want from me.
He tells me as he sits down at the dinning room table that he is a sheriff working on my husband’s case, he tells me there’s nothing he can do because there’s no proof that he was murdered.
I try to hold back the tears but unfortunately one slipped out as I wiped it away, then in anger I say to him “ Why wouldn’t there be evidence I was there! “ the sheriff shrugged and before he could get up I calmed down and then took a deep breath and exhaled as I asked him if he’d like a bowl of my special stew;
Unsure, he at first said no and was about to leave, but insisted he should try it as I told him it was made with a special family recipe that was passed down by my great grandmother who lived in Spain and was taught to us painstakingly well with each generation.
The sheriff gave in as he sat in the chair while I fixed him a bowl of stew for him and sat across from him while watching him eat his meal.
He smiled and laughed said “ oh wow this is real good!” I smiled back while watching him eat all of his stew as he apologized for the lack of evidence for my husband’s case and then I said it was ok because I think I will get my justice soon enough.
The sheriff laughed and asked “ How will you be able to now?” I smirked and laughed and said “ I’m doing it right now “.
The sheriff stopped and looked at me as his heart began to race and his eyes widened big and he wasn’t able to move or talk, I laughed and got up and walked behind him and said “ funny how helpless you look kind of like what my husband looked like right? “ I grabbed the back of his head and looked him in his eyes and said “ you’re the reason why my husband killed himself and had the whole town believing he was a monster “ I then started to laugh as the sheriff was practically paralyzed while having visions of my husband shooting himself in the temple of his head in our living room covered in blood while I hold his lifeless body in my arms till he took his last breath.
The sheriff started screaming and crying while his nose and eyes were bleeding as I stood there watching him with a blank expression as he had more visions of me and my husband and the memories we shared together and his final moments with me before he killed himself.
I poured myself a tall glass of red wine while watching the sheriff bleed out of his nose, eyes, and ears as I sip my wine and tell him “ You know we wanted to have children, but you took that dream away from me “. He starts to choke and cough as his throat closes up. I finished my wine then went to the cabinet in my kitchen and got some black powder and poured in a shot glass as I combined it with a little bit of scorpion venom then grabbed a knife and sliced the sheriff’s wrist as I let blood drip in the shot glass and then dipped my finger in it then smudged it in a shape of a cross on his forehead as his head began to grow bigger and his throat started to swell.
I enjoyed this hell I was putting him through for what he had done.
As his head grew bigger and bigger it suddenly bursted open like a balloon that was popped as his brains were smeared all over the kitchen’s walls and the dinning room floor.
I laughed to myself and said “ well that’ll be a tough mess to clean up in the morning “ as I sighed and shrugged and went off to bed.