Original Horror
The Executioner
by Jon Scott
It was night time in Oblivion. The wind was as motionless as it could be. Not a soul was around. The Johnson’s were moving into the aged, weathered place where old man Crupper had once lived until his spine was ripped out and his head was boiled in acid, by the most terrifying carnage known to mankind. His very own son, Freddie, committed the heinous crime.
The murder of his father really troubled the community. Old man Crupper loved his son. He stood by his son often, supporting him when he committed small acts of vandalism against other members of the community. Although Freddie was constantly in trouble, his father helped him through all the ordeals. That’s what made the murder of Mr. Crupper by his son so bizarre. His dad was his only friend.
Little Michael, a ten year old boy, and his thirteen year old sister, Judith had just turned on the television, which their father had just carried out of the moving van. As they were flipping through the stations, the news channel caught their attention.
“Tonight’s leading story is the escape of Freddie Crupper from the state penitentiary. As you recall, Freddie Crupper ripped out his father’s spine and decapitated him boiling his head in acid. Authorities fear he may return to his hometown of Oblivion. This is a special report to all citizens of the area to be careful. Do not open your doors to any strangers. Massive manhunts by several different police departments are underway to catch Freddie Crupper. He may be armed and dangerous.”
“What was that all about?” asked Mr. Johnson.
“Oh, just another prisoner escaped from prison and the police want everyone to be on the lookout. Nothing important,” replied Judith, not wanting to miss one second of her favorite television show that was about to come on.
Mr. Johnson was more concerned about the news than his daughter. He wanted to be cautious, but he didn’t want to frighten the children.
“Sue!” he shouted. “Come on in the house.”
“What? We still have an entire truck to unpack!” she complained.
“Not now dear. Just come in so I can lock up. Help me make sure all the windows and doors are locked.” He stated.
“What’s going on with you?” Mrs. Johnson asked quite confused by his behavior.
“A murderer has escaped and the police think he’s headed here to Oblivion. I don’t want to take any chances,” he explained.
Just as the Johnson’s finished locking up the house tightly, a voice echoed in the night air.
“He’s coming for you!” the quivering voice warned. “You…you will all die!”
“Who are you? Who’s in this house? And just who is coming after us?” questioned Mr. Johnson, as he circled the room searching for the intruder.
The family huddled together on the couch watching the doors and windows, fearing their lives were in danger. Yet, how could they call the police to report that a ghost had warned them?
Just as the grandfather clock struck midnight, a creaking door could be heard opening. The Johnson’s hugged each other in the fear as foot steps became louder, nearing the room where the four of them sat. Mr. Johnson clutched the baseball bat he held tightly in his hand, his eyes darting around the room looking for signs of the intruder.
Suddenly the lights flickered off and Judith screamed. When the lights came back on, a strange man appeared before them.
“Where’s Judith? She’s gone!” shouted Michael. Her mother began crying immediately.
“Who are you?” asked Mr. Johnson.
“Why, I’m Freddie,” he smiled wickedly, seemingly thrilled at the fear that had settled in around the Johnson family.
“Where’s our daughter? Please tell us. We’ll give you everything we have if we can have our daughter back,” sobbed Sue.
“So you want to see your daughter again,” laughed Freddie teasingly. “Well just look up!” Freddie pointed to the ceiling and Sue suddenly screamed. Hanging from a thirteen knotted noose was Judith.
“We all have to go sometime,” chuckled Freddie, then he just disappeared.
“I tried to warn you,” moaned an old weak voice once again. “You didn’t listen. Get away! He’s coming back.” Mr. Johnson was panicked. He didn’t care what others thought of him. He and his family just had to get away.
“Sue, Michael…let’s get out of here. Now!” Once again the lights flickered off. He heard the terrifying screams of his wife.
“SUE!” shouted Mr. Johnson. When the lights came on Sue was not to be found. Freddie drug her to the woods to a limb shredding machine that was used to shred limbs and branches that scattered the lawn of the house. Without hesitation, Freddie tossed Sue into the machine and turned it on. Bone chips and blood flew everywhere as Sue was shredded alive. He stood there and watched the horror and snickered as if he were watching a comedian perform. He was definitely twisted.
“Now it’s time for the man of the house to die. Since they won’t leave my house, I’ll kill each and everyone of them,” muttered Freddie as he returned to the house. Mr. Johnson was searching for Sue in the kitchen. Since they were just moving into the home, the telephone had not yet been hooked up and the nearest house was miles away. He just wished he could leave this nightmare.
“Your next!” giggled Freddie as he snatched Mr. Johnson by the neck. On the way out of the kitchen he grabbed a butcher knife that was unpacked to use as a weapon to protect the family. Freddie’ still choking Mr. Johnson drug him upstairs into a bedroom. While in there Freddie slit his throat and then continued by chopping off his head. He picked up the up the headless body, held it high above his own head, and then spun around as the room was sprayed with blood. Then he carried Mr. Johnson’s body to the top of the stairs and tossed it below.
“Dad!” screamed the boy. Now he was all alone.
Freddie gave a high pitched laugh and stared at Michael with glowing madman eyes. Then he whispered, “Welcome to my nightmare….”
“Not anymore!” boomed another voice from nowhere.
“Who said that?” asked Freddie, appearing frightened for the very first time. “You sound like my…my dad!” “I’ve seen enough! I won’t let you hurt anyone ever again, especially this boy. I may have failed you, but I won’t fail this young child.”
“Come out and fight me like a man. I killed you once, I can certainly kill your soul.” Michael stared in amazement as things began to mysteriously fly through the air. Freddie suddenly was tossed up against a wall, and hit the floor solidly. He laughed one last chuckle and then sputter, “Dad, please help me.”
“Not this time son. Not this time.”
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