Scary October – Day 5

Hi, Everyone! Yesterday, my friend, Chris Rutkowski of UFO fame, sent me a rather scary story so without further ado, here it is:

My Darling!

By Chris A. Rutkowski


“My darling! I love you!” said the man.

                  “No, you don’t,” she said to him. “It’s impossible!”

                  “But I do!” he replied. “More than ever!”

                  She laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous! You’re just infatuated with me!”

                  “Oh, my sweet! Even this infatuation is bliss to me!”

                  She rolled her eyes. “Listen, you stupid git! I let you in my house tonight to finally get rid of you once and for all! I know that I never should have asked that witch for a spell to make you love me in the first place. That’s the last time I go on Kijiji!”

                  He wept. Real tears. “But my Beauty, I have longed to be with you every minute of every day, pledging my love for you!”

                  “Yeah, you’ve  been dogging me every day for the past three months since I snuck into your apartment and got some of your hair from your brush for the potion. How was I to know how potent it was? You’ve been calling and texting me every day since then, usually fifty times a day!”

                  She put her hands on her hips and stood over his prone form on her living room carpet. “But enough!” she declared proudly. “That tea that I made for you and watched you drink was laced with pure cyanide that I managed to sneak out of the chemistry lab at work today when I tricked you and left by another door. And even then, you were back here on the porch within an hour anyway.”

                  “I was in agony, being so far from you,” he said, his voice wavering. “I felt my heart reaching to you across space and time, and I followed its pull to your door.”

                  “Things were much, much better when you were ignoring me in the supermarket,” she said angrily. “I realized I didn’t need you in my life after all!”

                  Even in his weakness, he gazed up at her passionately. “No, no, I still love you! I love you more and more, even as I feel the world spinning around me.”

                  He began gasping for breath. “Please—hold me in your arms! The room is—getting dim!”

                  “Hold you!” she guffawed. “Why, I’ve done everything I can to avoid you for weeks! You’ve driven me absolutely crazy with your constant clamouring and hanging onto me whenever I tried to leave my home!”

                  She strode around his sprawled legs so she could look down directly into his ashen, but still enraptured face. “Why I ever thought you were the right guy for me, I’ll never know! Before that love potion, you barely even gave me the time of day when we met at the bus stop every day. Whatever possessed me to ask that weird old woman for the strongest spell she had?”

                  “I can barely see your lovely features any more, my love!” he breathed, straining to speak, and squinting his glossy eyes. “I want to be with you forever!”

                  “Who needs that kind of love?” she spat.

                  “But—I don’t want to leave you!” he moaned, but then he breathed his last.

                  “Finally!” she exclaimed.

                  Slowly and methodically, as she had planned for weeks, she rolled his lifeless body in the carpet, then dragged it down the hall into the attached garage. It’s a good thing she had kept up her membership in the gym, because she was easily able to get the carpet and its occupant into her SUV through the side sliding door.

                  Under cover of darkness, she drove to the gravel pit on the east side of town. She used rope to tie the carpet tightly around the body, then used large pieces of rebar and cement blocks to weigh it down before dropping it into the deep pond at the centre of the pit.

                  “Good riddance!” she exclaimed.

                  She drove home and started planning how she would dispose of the van in the coming days, to cover her tracks.

                  She arrived back at her house and immediately went into her living room. She listened carefully. The room was silent.

                  “Hooray!” she shouted. “No more annoying guy to bug me! I’m free at last!”

                  She quickly walked into her bedroom and lay down.

                  “Finally, some sleep!” she sighed with a smile.

                  “But my darling! I love you and now I can be with you forever!” said his ghost, beside the bed. “The spell was strong enough to conquer even death!”

                  She screamed, and screamed again, until she could scream no more.

I guess the moral of this story is, be careful what you wish for! lol

On Sunday, Chris will be my interviewee so you can find out more about how his mind works and ask him things I may not have thought of but questions you may have after reading this! lol

I’m still open to accepting stories or links if you have something to share. Thanks for dropping by! 🙂

Sharing the Liebster

For those of you who are going, “What?” the word liebster comes from the German word lieb, or love. It also means cute, lovely, sweet or kind and forms the stem of the word lieben, to love. Liebster(s) is an adjective meaning favourite, loved, or dear or it can be used to refer to a person as a sweetheart or darling. If you’re still saying, “What?” then I will clarify.

I was nominated for the Liebster Award by Wings of Wonder. Thank you so much for thinking of me! The blog’s creator is a wonderful artist and always shows such beauty, both physically and in spirit on her blog. Please drop by for a visit.

As with most of these awards, accepting it requires a few rules – thank the person who gave it to you, answer the questions the nominator created, create 11 more questions, select 11 people/blogs along with links and notify the recipients but you cannot nominate the person who nominated you. Wings of Wonder ‘cheated’ a bit and did not create any more questions for me to answer. She simply nominated blogs and then told us things about herself. I think I’ll follow in her footsteps, since today will be a busy one, so here are some tidbits about me:

1) When I was about 8 0r 9, I was hanging upside down on the ‘monkey bar’ of our swing set and must have hit a nerve in my knees for they suddenly straightened and I landed straight down on my head. I’ve had back problems ever since and cringe whenever I see kids hanging upside down.

2) I started babysitting kids other than my younger brothers when I was 12. I think that’s where my love of young children was born – as long as I didn’t have too many to take care of at one time!

3) Around the age of 15 or 16, I got a part-time job at a toy & craft store. Being an arts & crafts type of person, I loved getting the 10% off all crafts supplies!

4) For the summers between the ages of 15 & 18, I worked at the grocery store in the beach resort where we had a cottage. I got to sell lots of candy to kids back when it was truly ‘penny candy’. It was amazing how much you could buy with a quarter, when Mojos and licorice whips were 5 for a penny!

5) The summer I turned 19, I got a job in the canteen at a nearby golf course. I learned I hated sardines. We had a regular who always ordered a sardine sandwich and the smell of those things used to turn my stomach!

6) Between the ages of 16 & 19, I realized I never wanted to be a banker and I never wanted to work retail again! I hated working with money because my Math dyslexia (self-diagnosed) made it scary to give out change – and this was before we had cash registers that told the cashier how much change to give back! I also had nightmares about serving customers until the wee hours of the morning. One night, I even woke up to find I was actually sitting up in bed as I served customers in my sleep!

7) When my daughter turned 8, I enrolled her in Brownies and, in order to help out the Brown Owl, I became her assistant, Tawny Owl. I loved doing crafts with the kids and taking them camping.

8) When my daughter turned 9, Brown Owl retired and no one wanted to take her place, so I volunteered to keep the pack open for Daughter. I was the Brown Owl for the next two years until my daughter moved on to Girl Guides. The last year became rather tedious as I had no regular helper and was often left with 12-15 little girls to keep an eye on – and I had one boy-crazy 10-year old who insisted on slipping away to watch the boys play basketball in the school yard!

9) I learned I never wanted to be an accountant after fundraising for the Brownie pack and trying to make the books balance at the end of each year. I’d get so stressed out working on making things balance. One year I actually thought I was out a hundred dollars! Fortunately, Hubby is a wizard at Math and helped me realize I had put some things in the wrong column. Whew!

10) After working with the Brownies, and later Girl Guides, I found I liked camping out and roughing it. A lot of my ideas for my stories came from those experiences. 🙂

11) Despite my love for roughing it and camping, I don’t ever want to sleep on the cold hard ground ever again. My back just could not handle that!

So we’ve come around full circle and I will leave it at that. On to ‘sharing the love’. These are blogs I’ve been following regularly for a long time because I just love them. There are many more that I have started following recently, but these I have been following the longest. Oh, and if you haven’t checked out the ones I nominated for the Booker Award, yesterday, you really should go visit them, too!

Sky Diaries

wantoncreation

Diane’s Story Site

C. B. Wentworth

Tim Kane Books

Essi Tolling

Leta Blake

Poetic Parfait

Elizabeth Creith’s Emporium

Raging Gail

Traci Kenworth’s Blog

 

Now, it’s up to you to go check out these blogs. I hope you’ll love them as much as I do!