A Truly Terrifiying Tale
Denise paid the taxi driver and began walking up her driveway. Her heels clicked loudly as she stomped to the front door.
Her husband, Bill, never met her at the airport that evening. She tried to call him for two hours before she gave up and called for a cab. Now it was dark and late and she was exhausted and angry.
She grabbed the doorknob and the door pushed open.
Instantly, her annoyance turned to apprehension. Bill never, but never would have left the front door open. He was deathly afraid that somebody would steal his cherished collection of Star Wars toys.
Then she smelled it, the stench of decay. Something was very, very wrong.
"Hello," she called nervously.
There was no answer.
Denise very cautiously entered the house, turning on the lights as she went.
The smell got stronger, overpowering. She began to gag.
And then she saw a pair of feet sticking out near the couch. She slowly rounded the couch and saw him.
Bill was prone on the floor, still holding a piece of pizza in his hands. He was very definitely dead. There were no signs of foul play though. He appeared to have simply collapsed.
Denise frowned. He had been a fine husband for the first two months of their four-year marriage.
But that smell, she could still smell it. While Bill reeked of body odor and cheap cologne, he was not the source of that hideous, decaying smell.
She stepped over his protruding belly and again began tip-toeing through the house. She rounded the corner and then she saw it.
Denise began to tremble in shock.
Her kitchen, her beautiful kitchen was trashed. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink and on the counters. The trash was overflowing. Pizza cartons and take out containers were everywhere. Soda cans were thrown on the floor with sticky left- over soda congealing on her tile.
Her granite countertops; she couldn't even see them! Flies were buzzing everywhere eating the rotten food.
Bill had not cleaned the kitchen in the whole week she was on her business trip!
Denise imagined how long it would take her to put everything to rights. Hours, it would take hours! Her kitchen, the pride of her home, was a hideous shambles.
Denise sank to her knees, shrieking in agony, "Why, God, why?"
Her husband, Bill, never met her at the airport that evening. She tried to call him for two hours before she gave up and called for a cab. Now it was dark and late and she was exhausted and angry.
She grabbed the doorknob and the door pushed open.
Instantly, her annoyance turned to apprehension. Bill never, but never would have left the front door open. He was deathly afraid that somebody would steal his cherished collection of Star Wars toys.
Then she smelled it, the stench of decay. Something was very, very wrong.
"Hello," she called nervously.
There was no answer.
Denise very cautiously entered the house, turning on the lights as she went.
The smell got stronger, overpowering. She began to gag.
And then she saw a pair of feet sticking out near the couch. She slowly rounded the couch and saw him.
Bill was prone on the floor, still holding a piece of pizza in his hands. He was very definitely dead. There were no signs of foul play though. He appeared to have simply collapsed.
Denise frowned. He had been a fine husband for the first two months of their four-year marriage.
But that smell, she could still smell it. While Bill reeked of body odor and cheap cologne, he was not the source of that hideous, decaying smell.
She stepped over his protruding belly and again began tip-toeing through the house. She rounded the corner and then she saw it.
Denise began to tremble in shock.
Her kitchen, her beautiful kitchen was trashed. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink and on the counters. The trash was overflowing. Pizza cartons and take out containers were everywhere. Soda cans were thrown on the floor with sticky left- over soda congealing on her tile.
Her granite countertops; she couldn't even see them! Flies were buzzing everywhere eating the rotten food.
Bill had not cleaned the kitchen in the whole week she was on her business trip!
Denise imagined how long it would take her to put everything to rights. Hours, it would take hours! Her kitchen, the pride of her home, was a hideous shambles.
Denise sank to her knees, shrieking in agony, "Why, God, why?"
posted by Caro at 9:07 AM
16 Comments:
You are silly, Carolyn. You had me on the edge of my seat!
OMG!! That would be frightening!! I loved it! Happy Halloween!!
Truly terrifying indeed! It's the one thing that no one wants to find after being gone for a week. (I guess the dead husband would come in as a close second...maybe) ;)
Denise is my long lost sister!
Thanks all.
Stephen King, here I come. :D
*snort* Good one!
My husband lives that every night hee hee I'm the piggy one;p
My Kitchen, AAARRRGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
Cologne and body odor?? You would never last 4 years, hehehe
Heh, heh.
Pretty twisted my dear.
Happy Halloween!
LOL loved it! ;)
HEE! :D
The dead husband would be TOP of my list of things to find...: )
I haven't had time to check in in a few days and god, woman, you are FUNNY. do i tell you that often enough?
Good news on the puppies - do you think you could find me a nice adoptive family?
If he wasn't already dead, he soon would be in that were my kitchen.
This was good! Will it be a serial?! Are you do NaMoBlwMe?
Sounds like it was a good thing that he was already dead, huh?
Snigger - I keep coming back to the Star Wars toys!
I'm with nobody1001 on this! :-)
-J.
That is a great story. I am stealing that for an email! Thankyou!
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