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The Seventh (A Hallowen Horror Story)
Horror
 Created on 12-18-06
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Patrick Mulloan waited by his front, staring out the window. It was Halloween night and Mulloan eagerly awaited trick or treaters with a big bowl of candy. Little children, under the constant supervision of their parents, humored him with their various costumes and cries of “trick or treat,” but it was the teenagers and college students who went around door to door who humored him the most. . .
Patrick Mulloan was a forty-six year old man, never married, and no children. He lived alone in his two-story house and no one ever really came to visit him. The only people Mulloan ever conversed with on a regular basis were his co-workers at the box company office where he worked, sitting in his cubicle and filling out paper work all day. The only other person who ever even glimpsed inside of Mulloan’s house was the mail man, who delivered a package to the house on Wednesday of every week.
Mulloan smiled as he saw a group of children approaching his door. He opened the door to loud cries of “trick or treat!”
“Hello children! Those are some really neat costumes you all have.” He dropped a handful of candy into each open bag and smiled at the thank yous. “You’re very welcome,” he replied, before closing the door and resuming his position by the front door.
Mulloan enjoyed the happy children, but he couldn’t let them visit his basement. It would frighten them too much. He would have to wait until some teenagers came along. And it wouldn’t be long at all. . .
Through his window by the door, Mulloan could see the entire street and everyone who approached his house. He stood up in anticipation as he saw two teenage girls turn from the street and onto the walkway leading to his front door. One girl was taller than the other, who was a bit heavy-set. Mulloan could hear the taller girl speak loud and rapidly to her friend, who was busy stuffing her mouth with a chocolate bar. The taller girl had blond hair and wore a pair of skimpy green shorts, a green vest, and a green top hat with a feather. A leprechaun, Mulloan presumed. The other girl had light-brown hair and wore a pig nose on her face and a curly-q tail on her backside. “Oink!” she snorted as Mulloan opened the door to greet them.
“Hello.” Mulloan said casually.
“Shut up and give me all your candy,” the blond girl snapped. Mulloan was taken aback but held out his bowl of candy to the girls. The blond greedily grabbed several handfuls of candy and dropped it all into her over-sized bag while her friend quickly snatched another chocolate bar and opened it, stuffing it into her mouth before she had even finished her other.
“I have a house of horror in my basement. Would you two like to walk through it?” Mulloan questioned the girls.
“Hell yeah!” said the blond. “But give me some more candy first. Mulloan obliged her and then motioned them into the house and shut the door behind them. Mulloan led the two girls down a long hallway before stopping them.
“Go to the end of the hallway, go through the door, and then walk down the steps. That’s where my house of horror is. Be careful, it may be a little dark.”
The two girls made their way down the hall and to the door. “You think this will even be scary?” the blond asked her friend, who took the time to shake her head before opening another candy bar. “Yeah, you’re probably right. This is gonna suck.” They stepped through the door and made their way down the dimly lit stairway.
“Oh, what is that smell? It’s putrid!” The door suddenly slammed closed above them, leaving them in complete darkness. The girls reached out to take each other’s arms. “What the hell is this?” the blond called. “We’re not scared!” The lights suddenly blinked on, briefly blinding the girls. The blond suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream as she got a glimpse of the room. She turned to her gluttonous friend who was oddly quiet. She had taken off her pig nose and was staring with a sick look at her stomach, which had suddenly been sliced open, spilling her entrails onto the floor. The blond screamed again in horror before there was a sudden flash and her friends head slowly fell off of her neck. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach as she looked at the bloody mess that was once her friend. It took her too long to comprehend what was going on before a hand suddenly clasped over her mouth and pulled her into a waiting chair. Her eyes filled with tears and she began to choke on her own sobs as she was tied down and gagged.
“Do you know which one you are?” a voice whispered into her ear. She tried her best to scream through the gag as Mulloan slowly walked around with a huge machete and began butchering the deceased body of her friend. She could only look on in horror as Mulloan proceeded to decorate the room with the pieces. He saved the decapitated head and stored it into some kind of container before setting the machete aside and picking up a large carving knife. “Do you know which one she was?” he asked. He began moving toward the terrified girl when the doorbell suddenly rang. “Don’t go anywhere,” Mulloan said slyly. “I’ll be right back.”
Mulloan pulled off the butcher’s gloves he was wearing and headed out of the basement. He was making his way back to the door when he heard voices outside.
“Let’s go man!” a boy’s voice said.
“No, we have to check this house out!” another boy’s voice came. “The rumors say the guy murders people in his basement every Halloween and then mails their heads off to get them preserved for his collection that he keeps on his walls.”
“Yeah, whatever man. They’re just rumors. The guy just lives by himself. All those stories are just made up.”
“That’s not what I heard. I looked into it man. It seems that every year, on Halloween night, seven young people go missing.”
“That still doesn’t mean this guy murdered them. Who started those rumors anyway?”
“I know this one guy who actually went into the basement one Halloween, but made it out alive. He’s the only one to ever escape.”
“Oh yeah, how do you know him?”
“Well I don’t really. You see, my friend’s cousins’ know this guy who’s cousin was the one who escaped.”
“Wow, that’s so believable dude,” the other said sarcastically. “Let’s just see if he answers the door and then go.”
“Dude, brighten up some.” He rang the doorbell.
Mulloan came around the side and opened the door. “Good evening.”
“Hey what’s up man?” the boy replied in an enthusiastic tone. He was dressed in a NFL quarterback’s jersey and didn’t seem to be carrying anything to hold candy in. The other boy seemed to be dressed in dirty rags like those that a bum might wear. Both boys looked to be in their later years of high school or possibly college.
“Are you two trick or treating?” Mulloan asked.
“Nah, we’re just going around having fun,” the quarterback replied.
“Fun?” Mulloan echoed. “I have a house of horrors in my basement; everyone says it’s pretty fun. Would you two like to check it out?”
The quarterback suddenly perked up, obviously being the one who had been interested in the rumors about Mulloan and the house. “You know, I’ve heard stories about your basement.”
“Really? People must like my house of horrors a lot then.”
“I’ve heard you kill people down there,” the boy stated.
Mulloan laughed. “Only one way to find out I guess. Want to give it a look?”
“Sure!” the boy replied. He turned to his friend. “You gonna come?”
“Nah,” the other boy replied. “I don’t feel like it. I’ll come back in ten minutes and meet you here.”
“Man, you’re just lazy. You never want to do anything. Let’s just leave then.”
“Are you afraid?” Mulloan said quietly.
“Oh great,” the bum stated. “Now there’s no stopping him. He has too much pride.”
“Damn right,” the quarterback stated. “I’m gonna go check it out. I’ll see your lazy ass later.” He entered Mulloan’s house, leaving his friend outside. Mulloan led him to the end of the hallway and stopped outside of the door to the basement. “This better be scary man.”
“Oh, I can assure you. It’s terrifying,” Mulloan said slyly.
“Is there anyone else down there?”
“There are two girls, but they must be dead of fright or just scared silent.”
The quarterback looked at Mulloan, who just grinned. The boy shook his head and then walked through the door. He headed down the dark steps and noticed the awful smell as he got to the bottom. “What is that?” he said aloud. He heard a sudden muffled sound come from the dark. “Who’s there?” he called. The lights suddenly flashed on and he was momentarily blinded. He blinked a few times before he caught sight of the blond girl tied to the chair. He rushed up to her. “Holy shit! Are you alright?” He suddenly caught sight of the walls of the basement around him. The rumors were true! The shelves were stocked full of jars with preserved human heads in them. He brought his mind back to the situation at hand. He and this girl were in deep trouble he realized. He had to get them out of there. He started to untie the girl as fast as he could. She started squirming and mumbling something through the gag, but the boy couldn’t understand her. “What?” She started trying to scream in desperation and her eyes pleaded. He reached up to take the gag from her mouth. “What is it?”
“Behind you she screamed!”
He didn’t even get a chance to turn around as Mulloan swiped his head from his neck with the machete. “Do you know which one he was?” The girl screamed again one last time before Mulloan finally brought the blade back around and lopped off hers. “Well that takes care of that,” Mulloan said to himself as he began his work on his two newest victims. The doorbell rang.
Mulloan made his way back up the stairs, down the hall, and to the front door. He pulled it open to find the lazy bum friend of the quarterback. “Can I help you?”
“Is my friend still here?” he sounded annoyed.
“Why yes,” Mulloan replied. “He’s still having fun in my house of horrors. You may have to go and get him. There are some girls down there with him. I don’t think he’ll be leaving anytime soon.”
“Fine. Can I just go get him so we can leave?”
“Sure, it’s right down the hallway and through the door at the very end.”
The boy made his way down the hall slowly, annoyed that his friend hadn’t met as planned, forcing him go through the whole tiring process of finding him. He arrived at the door and then made his way down the dark steps. The door suddenly slammed and the lights flashed on all in the same instant. The boy’s jaw dropped and his eyes flew open wide as he gazed at the carnage and horror before him. Written in blood on the walls, the words “House of Horrors” stretched from floor to ceiling. On the very back wall, the words “Do you know which one you are?” were spelled out in what appeared to be human entrails. The boy quickly turned around to flee back up the steps. Then everything went dark again.
Mulloan picked up the boy’s head and carefully placed it in a glass jar and secured it with packing material so that the face stared outward. He closed the jar and then placed it with the three others in a mailing crate. He finished desecrating what was left of the body before taking off his gloves and heading back upstairs to take his place by the front door. A few more trick or treaters with their parents came by Mulloan’s house and he gave them all a handful of candy, smiling at their gleeful faces.
It was getting later when Mulloan spotted a young couple walking up to his door. The guy was tall, dark, and handsome and appeared to have his clothes and hair styled like some kind of Latin lover. The girl was curvaceous with long jet-black hair that hung down her back. She was dresses very scantily in a tight fitting red leotard with a set of red devil horns on her head. Both of them appeared to be maybe in their early twenties and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of one another. The guy’s lustful eyes were constantly being distracted by the sultry girl that he held around the waste. Every time their eyes would meet the girl would show a shy, but toothy grin. “Trick or treat!” they both laughed as Mulloan answered the door.
“Aren’t you two a little old to be trick or treating?” Mulloan asked politely.
“Ah, we’re just having a little fun,” the guy responded.
“Before we get to our main event,” the girl added with a wicked grin, glancing up at the guy for approval.”
He squeezed her waist. “Now I’m sure this nice gentleman doesn’t want to hear about our deviant plans for the evening.”
Mulloan just grinned. “If you two are looking for some real fun. . . I have a house of horrors in my basement.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively. “I hear it gives the girls a real good scare,” he added, winking at the guy.
The guy looked back at him and gave him a knowing look. “Sounds like fun!” he said, looking at the girl by his side. “Let’s give it a try. You game?”
“Anything you want to do,” the girl replied with another playful grin.
Mulloan gave them the directions and the couple made their way down the hallway. He listened in on their conversation as the walked away from him.
“I’m glad your girlfriend had to go to class tonight,” the girl said to the guy, attempting to keep her voice sounding as seductive as possible. She clung to his arm and put her head against his shoulder.
“You know,” the guy started. “I’ve been waiting for my chance to get alone with you, away from her.”
“She’s just so bitchy and she treats you like crap. That bitch has no idead how good she has it. I hate her.” She changed her tone again. “You know, I could treat you so much better.”
“The guy didn’t say anything, but just continued to hold her around the waist. For all he knew, he going to get lucky later that night. He was basking in the thought that it would be with the ‘hottest ass in the class’ too. He couldn’t wait until later when they got back to the hotel. Know however, there was time for a little fun.
The couple got to the bottom of the stairs in the dark and proceeded to make out. The girl stopped briefly for a second. “Do you smell that?”
“I don’t smell nothing baby, come on.” He started to kiss her again, but she stopped him.
“Did you here that?”
“What is it? Are you already scared? I can’t even see anything down here. I think the lights are. . .” The lights suddenly flashed on, blinding the two. The guy suddenly heard a gurgling sound and then felt a sharp pain in his stomach. His eyes adjusted and he could see the blank stare on the face in front of him. The girl coughed, splattering blood into his face. He tried to back away in horror but realized that he couldn’t. He looked down and saw the large metal pole that had been rammed completely through the both of them. The girl suddenly collapsed, bringing him down under the weight. They crashed to the floor, making the wounds where the pole was jammed through worse. “Holy shit,” the guy whispered as he began to spit up blood as well. He watched in desperation as Mulloan walked up slowly. “Help me,” he choked out. Mulloan just nodded in pity, then he grabbed the unconscious girl’s hair and slowly sliced her head off with the machete. He looked at the guy as the blood started to dribble out of his mouth.
“Do you know which one you are?” Mulloan asked him. The guy could only spit out blood in the place of words. “Do you know which one she was?” More blood. Mulloan finally stood up and with a vicious swing took off the guy’s head, sending it rolling across the bloody floor. “Damn,” Mulloan swore to himself. “Got it dirty.”
Mulloan took care of the heads and bodies before one again heading upstairs. Mulloan waited by the door for what seemed forever. He began to glance at the clock wearily. It was getting late. Trick or treaters were starting to dwindle in number. He saw several teenagers on the street, but none of them seemed to want venture towards his house. Mulloan jumped in surprise as his doorbell suddenly tolled throughout the house.
He looked curiously out the window and saw a young man standing there in front of the door. “That’s odd,” Mulloan said to himself. He had never seen the kid approach. He opened the door. “Good evening.”
“Evening,” the young man said calmly. He didn’t say anything else. He was dressed in dark clothing, mainly black, that seemed to accentuate his body but also seemed to blend him into the shadows as well, making it difficult to distinguish his size or build. We wore some type of fingerless gloves a silver crucifix on a chain around his neck.
Mulloan studied him for a minute. “Are you trick or treating by yourself, or is there something I can help you with?”
“I’m looking for some friends of mine,” he said coolly. “Have you seen them?”
“Well, I don’t know. A lot of folks have come through here tonight. Maybe they’re in my basement.”
“What’s in your basement?”
Mulloan eyed the young man suspiciously. He didn’t like the way he had asked the question, but he quickly hid the look in his eyes and changed his tone again. This might be his last chance tonight. He had to get this one. “I turn my basement into a house of horrors every Halloween. People get a real kick out of it. Your friends are probably down there right now.” Mulloan started to make his way down the hall, hoping the kid would follow, but he staid motionless where he was. “Well, do you want to check it out?”
“Are you inviting me in?” the young man asked cautiously.
“Yes, I am,” Mulloan replied cheerfully. “Come on down.”
The young man stuck his head through the door and looked around before stepping through the door. He started to follow Mulloan through the hallway.
“You know,” Mulloan started. “I haven’t figured out what your costume is.”
“Ah!” the young man started chuckle cheerfully, the first time he had shown any emotion. “I’m supposed to be a vampire.”
Mulloan glanced back at him. “A vampire huh? I didn’t think vampires wore crosses.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s all I could throw together at the last minute.”
“Ah, I got ya.” They arrived at the basement door. “Well here it is.”
“They’re down there?”
“Yup. I’m sure you’ll find them. There are a few people down there, you may have to search.” The kid nodded and then walked through the door and started to make his way down the dark staircase. As soon as he was out of sight Mulloan reached into a hidden compartment in his wall and pulled out a pair of night vision goggles. He slipped them on quickly and then entered the basement and slammed the door behind him, shrouding the room in complete darkness. Through the goggles he could see the young man in the middle of the floor. We watch him as he stepped into a puddle of blood and then reached down with his finger to poke at the liquid. The young man slowly brought his finger to his mouth and touched it to his tongue. A smart one. Mulloan thought to himself. A waste Mulloan suddenly thought. He then began to wonder why the young man hadn’t started panicking yet. Maybe he didn’t know what the liquid was after all. Mulloan grabbed his machete from its hook and then slowly took off his goggles. He pulled the light-control switch from his pocket and then turned on the lights, sending a flash throughout the room as he swung his machete at the kids head. The blade swung clean through the air. Mulloan looked curiously as his eyes adjusted. The kid wasn’t even there. Mulloan looked around the room but saw no sign of him. There was only one exit, but he hadn’t gone out the door at the top of the stairs. Mulloan had locked it.
Mulloan suddenly tensed as the lights in the basement went out. He flicked the remote switch again, but nothing happened. Damn thing needs new batteries. Mulloan reached for his night vision goggles and put them on his head. He heard a sudden scuffle behind one of the crates in the room. “Come out. . . I seem to have lost power. Come on, I’ll help you find your way up the stairs.
“If I needed help finding my way up the stairs, I wouldn’t have shut the lights out.”
Mulloan suddenly jumped around to face the direction the voice had come from, but the night vision showed him only empty room. There wasn’t even anything to hide behind.
“Do you remember Halloween of last year?” the young man’s voice spoke to Mulloan.
“Sure I do. Every time I look at these walls in here, I remember every Halloween. Seven heads for each year. It’s quite a collection. Too bad you don’t have the lights on the view it.”
“Last year, one of those heads escaped; still attached to its owner.”
“Ah yes. I remember that one. I hear nobody believed his tales of horror. They were turned into rumors.” Mulloan was starting to enjoy the cat and mouse game now. He was bearing down on his victim. He could feel himself getting nearer.
“He was my cousin. He came here trying to find out what happened to his girlfriend the year before. But I can see clearly what happened to her, by the seventh jar on the seventh shelf. I’m guessing she was the last one that Halloween. The seventh!”
“Ah,” Mulloan grinned. “You’re quite intuitive.” Mulloan spotted the young man crouching behind a crate and began to slowly make his way toward him with the machete. It was all about to be over. “Do you know which ones they represent?” Mulloan called out cheerfully.
“I have my suspicions.”
Mulloan reached the young man and raised the machete above his head. “Do you know which one you are? He swung the machete down as a voice rasped into his ear from behind him.
“Wrath.”
Mulloan spun around as the basement lights suddenly flashed on, blinding him. Something white flashed before his eyes and Mulloan swung the machete. The room was suddenly filled with screams of pain and terror as the words “House of Horrors” were suddenly erased by a fresh layer of red that coated the entire wall.
The next day the mail man arrived with the usual Wednesday package to deliver to Mr. Mulloan. To his surprise he found the house surrounded by police tape with squad cars and ambulances all around. “What happened here?” he asked a detective who walked under the tape to meet him.
“Sir, this is a crime scene. You can’t be here.”
“I bring a package every week,” the mail man said in a stupor.
“Wait, you bring the packages?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m going to have to ask you a few questions. Did you know the man who lived here very well?”
“Not really. No.”
“So you didn’t know that he’s been chopping up and murdering teenage kids every Halloween?”
“Oh my. . .”
“Yeah, apparently the guy was pretty sick. We’ve got seven, butchered bodies down there; none with heads. They’re all just massacred. Hell, one of the bodies didn’t even have an ounce of blood left in it. The heads were all in jars and it looked like he was gonna ship off them off in the mail. Seems he mails them off to someone and they preserve ‘em for him. They send him new supplies every week too. Seems you’ve probably been delivering the goods all this time without even realizing what they were.”
The mail man suddenly felt sick to his stomach. “So where is Mr. Mulloan now?” he asked.
“Not sure the detective replied. We might have his body, but we have no head to match it with. Only have seven bodies and six newly-decapitated heads. No trace of anyone else ever being down there either. It’s strange. By the way, let’s see that package you got there. It might be evidence.”
They both looked at the outside of the package for a minute. “This looks like one of the packages we found down in the basement that he put his heads in,” the detective stated.
“Look at the return address!” the mail man pointed out. “It’s from here!”
“Dated this morning,” the detective read. “He pulled out a small knife and opened the package. He and the mail man both reared back in horror.
There in the package, lay a large clear jar, with Mulloan’s severed head staring straight out at them. The most terrified expression either of them had ever seen was frozen on his face.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On June 2nd 2007 killer34223 Said : | |
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this is a fucking awsome story |
| On January 7th 2007 rickochet10 Said : | |
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thanks. |
| On December 28th 2006 silawarsh1 Said : | |
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fuk!! this is a badass story! |
| On December 28th 2006 silawarsh1 Said : | |
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fuk!! this is a badass story! |
