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"The Condemned"
"Just Another Day"
I set here among the scattered organs of the children I killed. Blood-covered floor, I remember the cries and pleas of all of them, as I through them in my van. I remember the last thing each of them said. Please don't hurt me, and then the loud gargles from them as I stab them multiple times. Back to the teenage girl, I pulled out one of her eyes of the teenage girl, who asked me for a ride back to her dorm. As I was driving to her dorm and got the urge to attack her and take her body back to my house. I remember her talking about having to study so hard for her final exam. As we drove past 41st and Davis, I pulled out my knife and jabbed into her throat. She tried to scream, but nothing but a trickle of blood came down and filled the small dimple on the bottom of her throat. When I got home, it was 6:31 pm. I picked up her body and looked around for my nosy neighbors to see if they were looking at me, and it was all clear. So I took her to the basement. As was walking to the back of the house. I dropped her on the ground, she made a muted thump. The way to the basement door. I picked her up again and, I managed to open the door and took her to my workbench. I removed her clothes and looked at her naked body. I remember feeling nothing. I just remember removing strips of skin from her small breasts and dropping the skin on the floor and I continued skinning her till there was nothing left of it. As I had mentioned before I remember pulling out her eyes. I remember putting one of them out and laying next to her skinless face, and I put the other in my mouth. It squished and was kind of salty, but tasteless. As started dismembering her, I thought about how much meat I could get off her before discarding the rest into the garbage bags. I was thinking to myself about the garbage bags I bought last time they smelled like pine or flowers are some shit. I'll never buy them again. When I put a 10-year-old's head and a torso in them, the damn things ripped on me. Back to the college girl, I took a piece of flesh off her thigh and ate it, it was kinda of tasteless and had a light taste of rust. I was thinking that her family wouldn't know what happened to her. I can see posters and her picture being on the television. Not knowing that she is in a dump and the other parts in my freezer. As many of the condemned, I ate and savored their flesh. Once I'm done cutting her up, I'll go to bed. I just remember her telling me her name was Luann Cunningham. Well, Luann, you will be delicious in my next chili that I will enter into the chili contest for The Mason County Children's Home. That is a few months away. I'll win this year, just like the previous years before. I bid you good night Luann, sleep well I will.
"My Day Off"
Well, the next day it was Saturday and I was off work and as most Saturdays, I sat at home and watched TV. Another episode of Laverne & Shirley was on. It's usually on at 8:30 pm most of the week, but Saturday it's on at 11 am. It's a-ok show. As I watched TV I looked at the stack of MAD magazines on the coffee table. I was staring at the new February of 78 cover it was of Stupor Duck it was a parody of Star Wars it had a duck dressed like Luke Skywalker and he's holding a lightsaber. As I was scanning around the room, the phone rang, and picked up the baby blue receiver, and it was my mom. She was telling about her latest pain and ailment, she also made mentioned that Phyllis Gladtree the neighborhood bitch was in the middle of the street screaming at the paperboy again. Anyway as my mom was talking I got lost in thought. Old Phyllis Gladtree, I remember her when I was little. She had a daughter named Chloe and I remember her, she used to sing and dance around her front yard. I remember she was so nice, and that old bitch Phyllis would yell at her and tell her to get in the house. I also remember her husband Teddy. I didn't know him very well, but he seemed like a nice guy. Every so often he and my Dad would talk at the end of our driveway and talk about baseball. Phyllis would scream at him, what the hell are you doing out there? Teddy would rush back in wave at my Dad and go back in the house. I remember the last time I saw him, it was the morning Chloe killed herself and he found her that morning, and the whole neighborhood heard him scream. I saw the police and ambulance in front of their house and taking Chloe's dead body away and Teddy screaming at Phyllis and saying you made her do it, your constant bitching and nagging, he ran out the front door and Phyllis ran after him and Teddy got in the car and I never seen him again. My mom brought me back to reality, she was saying are you listening to me. I answered yes, Mom sorry. She asked are you coming by today and I said ya of course. She said oh good I'll see you later. I just replied okay and hung up the phone.
I looked at the clock it was 12:01 pm, so I had better head over to Mom's house.
I parked my van in front of my Mom's house. I looked around to see if Phyllis was around, but I didn't see her or anyone for that matter. I walked to the front door and knocked on the door, and my Mom quickly answered and let me in.
We walked into the kitchen and I sat at the kitchen table. My Mom offered me coffee, I gladly accepted her offer. I was a little tired today. My Mom started to talk about her day. I kind of phased out and looked across the street and I could see Phyllis walking around her front room in her nightgown and then going into her kitchen. I thought to myself, I want to visit her tonight and maybe give her a little gift. I stayed at my mom's for a couple of hours and said my goodbyes and love you, then I left and went back home. I got home and went to bed for a bit. When I finally woke up. It was 12:06 am. I rubbed my eyes and thought about Phyllis again. So I got up and got dressed andwent to my van and got in and started it. I sat for a moment and made a plan. I decided to go to Lavender Street. which was the street over from my Mom's house which was on Clover Street. I got out and opened my toolbox behind the seat grabbed a small sledgehammer walked down the alley adjacent to my Mom's house. So walked into Phyllis's backyard and I looked around the house for an open window or even an unlocked door. So I started checking around and I got lucky, the backdoor was unlocked. I opened the door and walked into what looked like a laundry room I saw clothes folded on top of what looked like the dryer. I stood quietly and waited. I saw Phyllis walk right in front of me, glad the room was dark. She was heading towards the kitchen so stepped out a bit and watched. She was filling an old tea kettle with water and putting on the stove and she started fiddling in the kitchen cabinet. It seemed like about a half-hour so she poured some hot water into a small coffee cup, then she grabbed a Lipton teabag stuck it in the cup, and sat down at the table. As she was pouring a bit of sugar into her hot tea. I walked up behind her and hit her as hard as I could and I heard a cracking sound her head slammed right into her coffee cup and it broke in half. Tea went everywhere on the floor. I looked around and thought to myself, I might have a spot of tea as well, and laughed a little at my joke. I grabbed a coffee cup and poured some hot water and a teabag and made myself some tea.
I sat down right next to Phyllis and saw in her right cheek and a piece of the cup was stuck in her face. As I sipped the hot tea, blood started dripping from her head onto the floor. I realized old ladies stink, they always smell like Bengay and piss, that's one of the reasons I would never eat one. I finished my tea, washed and dried the cup put it back in the cabinet, and left. It seems like nearly a month it seems, and I got a phone call from my Mom and she told me they found old Gladtree dead, and she heard that she had been murdered. No suspects are motives have been found yet. I said oh, I can't believe it and she went on about it, I finally said I got to get off here I have things to do. She said okay and I hung up the phone. I went on with my day and went to bed like normal, nothing special, no celebration just my boring life.
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