Agnes was just watching some horror movies on her phone. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and a voice called, “Agnes, I’m home, open up.”
“Yeah..”
Agnes hurried and opened the door, “JAMES!? What, your boss granted leave so soon?”
(Btw, James is refered to the protagonist in the 2nd part.)
James did not answer but slowly came in, there was an odd look in his face. James headed to the washroom while Agnes headed towards the bedroom, she it off and resumed watching the movie.
Later, while watching the movie, Agnes noticed something in the corner of her eye. She looked towards the doorway and saw James, standing, staring at her and smiling an inhumane smile which cannot be described.
Agnes now felt fear inside her.
“James, what’re you doing?”
James took a step forward.
Agnes looked deep, into his eyes. They were dead. Though they moved and blinked and saw but whatever was inside them had died a long time ago.
James and Agnes were married for two years. Every day Agnes would glance at James just to look in his eyes. She did not know what for, but she would stare. There was something in his eyes which would rejuvenate her. A ray of hope, but those eyes which she saw today were absolutely dead. She froze with fear. The person was closing in on her. She finally rose and tried to get past the person but it was too late. The person grabbed her by her throat, his nails were piercing into her skin, she was running out of air. She tried to fight but she blacked out.
James arrived though it was too late. His world was nearly shattered but he held on, he was frightened but soon it gave way to anger. He swore to kill that person who kidnapped Agnes. When, suddenly, a thought dawned on him. He went down the apartment to the parking lot, took his car and drove into the night.
He drove to that same house which he head delivered a pizza this evening. He pulled over, went to the door and saw it was open. The lights were not on. There was a foul stench in the air. He knew Agnes was here and he was going to rescue her. He searched every room but couldn’t find her. Now, turn for the second floor. He went upstairs and the foul stench became stronger. He somehow dragged himself towards the bedroom, he opened the door and saw what nearly took the life out of him.
When Agnes was caught she could feel herself being dragged. She could only pray. Pray that this being wouldn’t be able to hurt her. She knew James would come finding her and when he’d find her. He would rip that being into pieces. She was thinking all this when suddenly she felt her body hit something. She couldn’t see anything. But her senses told her it was a table. She was lying down.
When she regained consciousness she felt her hands in pain. Like a hole had been dug in her hands and feet. She could also feel pain in her stomach and throat. She cried.
After a few minutes she saw what she had prayed for. Her payers had been answered. James had opened the door and come in. But, in his eyes instead of that hope, that mesmerizing and rejuvenating view, she saw pure fear and horror. He fell on his knees. Be cried. Agnes wanted to talk but she couldn’t, she looked straight as she did not want to stare at her husband who was crying. There was a mirror at the end of the room, then she realised.
James, falling to his knees, cried, his world had been shattered. He saw that Agnes was nailed to the wall her throat was slit open, her stomach was too.
Then from the shadow a figure appeared, he twitched and stared at him for a long time but James didn’t notice. As soon as the person appeared James was filled with surprise, anger and disbelief. It was Mac.
James couldn’t believe it. His best friend since the childhood had killed his wife.
James said, angrily and painfully, “Why? Mac, why?”
Mac laughed.
“You… you son of a—”
James charged towards Mac, but Mac grabbed his hands and threw him back.
James charged again and this time anger fuelled him, Mac failed to grab him, and James put a fist in his face.
Mac only laughed, and now, he put a fist on James’ stomach. James flew back and his hip hit a table. James cried a mortal yell. He put his hand on the table and in his mind, he smiled.
He had put his hands on a meat cleaver. He picked it up, dashed towards the monster and cut its arm off.
It screamed out in agony, “AARGHHHHHHHH.”
It sat back. But, it was still smiling.
It stood back up, smiling at James he dashed towards him, snatched the knife from hand and stabbed him in the gut. James screamed. The monster then pushed him and he fell down the window to the ground. He thought that his end was near. He was about to faint when Agnes came running to him. She sat beside him, trying to comfort him. Never had she seemed so beautiful. It gave James a new life, he forgot his pain, his suffering, he stood up and dragging himself he went in the house, again.
He somehow dragged himself to the second floor but he tripped on something and fell. He felt liquid on his cheeks and hands, he thought it was blood, it wasn’t. He smelled a familiar smell. Kerosene.
He picked up the bottle and poured it all over the second floor. He picked up He entered the bedroom. The monster didn’t notice him. He carefully poured out the remaining kerosene as to not make any sound.
Now, he was all set, only one thing left to do, ignite the building but something stopped him. He had to talk to Agnes before leaving. He had a lighter with him. He, painfully took out the cleaver, but while doing so he let out a groan. The monster looked back and smiled. James took out the knife and charged towards the monster and stabbed him. The monster screamed again
“Scream, SCREAM MOTHERF*CKER.”
But the monster wasn’t done for, he was alive and strong. He pulled the cleaver from his chest and stabbed him again.
James, was very near to death, he somehow reached to his pocket, lit the lighter and put it on the floor. Looking at Agnes, he said, “I love you.”
Then, he blacked out. Hopefully, for he did not have to experience the flames.
***
“So, what have we here?” said chief Buck getting out from his car.
“Uh… Sir, Some people have reported a fire breaking out in this house. Apparently two bodies have been recovered. One is a girl and other one a boy. The girl’s body is badly mutilated and the boy’s body has a stab mark,” said the informer.
“Love…” said the chief.
The informer told the whole story. The chief seemed satisfied and told to Roman, the entrepreneur.
“You’ve gotta come with us… for interrogation.”
Roman nodded and while leaving he glanced at the building for the last time. He saw that from a window a person was staring at him. Roman recognized him instantly. It was Mac.
Roman smiled.