Evil's March

King Ohonsi By King Ohonsi, 2nd May 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3djghjue/
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A sneak peek into the psychotic mind of a murderous Father and Husband.

The Deed

As he scrubbed the blood off his fingernails, he knew he had surrendered the vestiges of his soul to the Darkness. He had slammed the door shut on all that was good and bright and pure. There was no redemption for him now. Not anymore.

The scalding hot water beat relentlessly on his still clothed body and as the steam rose to the ceiling of the bathroom, so did his spirits. Wiping the mist off the mirror, he looked through bloodshot eyes at the man looking back at him…and shuddered. The bleeding from the scratches had stopped and the wounds on his face now had purple puffy edges. Wincing, he traced a path around the edges of the wounds. Her flailing fingers had caught him flush on the cheek. He would cut her up, real nice. That would teach her, the whore.

With that thought, he turned the faucet off and wiped his palms daintily on the pink towel with the ‘Mickey Mouse Fan club’ emblazoned on it. He liked Pink. He liked Mickey mouse even more.

Trudging out of the stall, oblivious to the tracks he left behind him, he made his way to the two lifeless bodies on the floor.

Stepping over the scented candles he had arranged in a circle around the bodies, he ensured he didn’t put out the flames. That would have ruined everything.

Carefully unwrapping the Knives, he let out a squeal of delight as the reflection of the candle flames danced on the steel blades. He felt his excitement building. The symphony was nearing its crescendo and he was the wand wielding conductor of this vile orchestra.

Bent over the lifeless bodies of Wife and Son, he could not decide who he would ‘do’ first. He would leave her for later. It would be a gift to himself.

Gently prying the boy’s mouth open, he cut the tongue clean off. It was to be cut cleanly.

His mother’s instructions were clear.

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Horror, Insanity, Murder

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author avatar King Ohonsi
I am a Petroleum Engineer with a penchant for writing fictional short stories and occasionally, self help articles.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
2nd May 2015 (#)

Is this this your intent in life to hurt and kill your wife and child and cut off your childs' tongue??? Truth be told you know the way because you have gone the way and done it.
All the more reason to stay single and safe although I have a mad husband who is in an incestuous relationship with his mother and sister in-law, fathered her kid incidentally. So unless I am wrong, your truth is from trolling some personally related life moments of someone you know of trying to threaten my life with finality of a carcass after hacking the accounts as I have had that too by a deranged friend who replicates information here on Facebook and Wikinut.

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author avatar King Ohonsi
2nd May 2015 (#)

This is pure fiction Lady Aiyanna. Stephen King and Dean Koontz wrote even gorier scenes. Does it mean they went ahead and did all they wrote? If you find this offensive, apologies. However, this is fiction and should be treated as such.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
2nd May 2015 (#)

You are a Satan Worshipper looking at the candles surrounding the corpses.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
2nd May 2015 (#)

How funny does it sound that I have Mickey Mouse as decor too.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
3rd May 2015 (#)

Its not pure fiction after all that has taken place. I have sent it to the cops and the family to trace out the origin as this is based on startlingly similar reality of mine. Answer the police of India and NZ with proof.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
3rd May 2015 (#)

I call it an open death threat.

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