The Lady of the Dark side.

THE NEW ADDITION

TGREAPER 2007

It stood out to me, even though it was in the far

corner of the pawn shop. Frigidare, top/bottom

opening. Apartment size. The fat man in a sweaty wife

beater saw the one I was looking at and rushed to

joine me.

"Sweet deal on that one!" He took out a dirty

hankerchief and wiped the sweat from his crusty

forehead. He was soaked and smelly.

"How much?" I asked, examining the compartments.

It looked like it just came out of the appliance

store. No rust or dirt anywhere. It even smelled

clean.

"I'll let it go for thirty bucks. I'll even have

it delivered." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Done! I live aT West myers studios. Apartment

7."

The delivery truck arrived shortly after I did.

Two young guys also wearing dirty shirts took it up

the steps and into my apartment, plugging it in for me

once they had it set. I immediately loaded the bottom

with bottled water, and had the ice cube trays filled

before they left. This was my first place away from my

parents, and even though it was just a tiny one room

studio apartment, I was proud to call it home.

It was getting close to midnight when I decided

to crash. I pulled a water from the fridge and popped

it open, all intentions all chugging it down. I got

one solid drink and spit it out all over the floor. It

was like drinking from a rusty pipe. I took a whiff

off the bottle and nearly gagged. Stagnant. Not to be

deterred I tossed the bottle in the sink and turned

off the lights.

I was just starting to doze when I heard

something creak. I could see movement in the corner by

the fridge. The moonlights shadows made it look like

the door was starting to open. I laid there watching

for a few seconds before I realized it really was

opening. A small hand was protruding from the gap

between door and box. I jumped out of bed and turned

on the overhead lamp. As light filled the room the

fridge door shut hard. I walked over to it, feeling

way too brave and opened it. There was nothing inside.

Just my water. I shrugged and went back to bed.

My dreams were filled with visions of murder. The

pawnshop owner having a lot to drink, then picking up

a hitch hiker on the way home. Within minutes he was

raping and attacking her. Next she was laying dead in

his bedroom. He was cleaning up the mess when someone

comes home. Quickly, he shoves her into a fridge

that's in the basement. My fridge.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I could feel eyes

watching me, even though I couldn't see anyone. The

fridge was cracked open again. I could feel myself

trembling as I walked across the room and turned on

the light. The door shut again. I eased slowly over to

the fridge and opened it. A girl was inside, folded up

like a bloody box. Her eyes were rolled back in her

head. Blood was everywhere.

"Shit!" I shouted, falling backwards. Her eyes

unrolled, as if I had woke her up. She stared at me

for a few seconds before whispering "Believe." Then

she reached out with a bloody hand and shut the door.

I left the fridge in front of the pawn shop along

with a note that read the words I know what happened.

I sat in the park across the street watching the man

read the note before opening the store. He opened the

door and turned white. The store never opened that

day. Or any since. The store owner was added to the

list of missing people, but he was never found again.

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My Private Part Died Today!

An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home.

One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed.

Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong.

"Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My Private Part died today, and I am very sad."

Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences.

The following day, Mr Goldstein was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy.

"Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that.. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas."

But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, " I told you yesterday that my Private Part died."

"Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?"

"Well, he replied, "Today's the viewing."

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THANKSGIVING DINNER

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“Come on Gloria, it’ll be fun!” I was getting

desperate. I didn’t want to stay at my place for

Thanksgiving. Uncle Phil was going to be there, and he

was just….creepy.

“Ok, I’ll call.” She pulled her cell phone out of

her purse and hit speed dial. It was answered almost

immediately.

“Hello, Mom? Can Diane come over for thanksgiving

dinner?” I could hear some chatter on the other line,

then “A guest, Mom.” More chatter. Gloria put a hand

on her hip and rolled her eyes.

“I know Mom, no pets. That’s cool, I’ll tell

her.” She slapped the phone shut and dropped it in her

purse. I could read the rejection in her body

language.

“It’s cool, thanks for trying.” I said,

contemplating an evening with grabby Phil. Gloria

rolled her eyes at me.

“You’re so lame. She said it’s cool. But, you’ll

have to move around some boxes, and their’s a couple

of little kids running around.”

“Ok, what’s up with the boxes and what’s up with

the kids?”

“Moving down the street after the holidays, and

Mom’s babysitting.”

The house seemed barely lived in. Everything was

in boxes, which lined the walls. We sat in the living

room with Gloria’s dad, who was sleeping in front of

the football game on television. Her mom kept running

laps between the kitchen and the basement, where the

two little girls were playing in a makeshift playroom.

I only caught a glimpse of the kids as they were

ushered to the basement by Gloria’s mom. They looked

to be about seven years old, both blonde, hair up in a

ponytails, pink dresses and white shoes finished the

look. I tried to talk Gloria into going downstairs to

play with them, but she wouldn’t budge. I was so

bored, slapping Phil away was starting to sound

tempting. I thought at one point I heard screams, but

Gloria didn’t seem to notice. A few minutes later

Gloria’s Mom called us in to dinner.

The table was loaded with food: Sweet potatoes,

stuffing, green bean casserole, two loaves of bread,

and some kind of shaved lunch meat. Gloria noticed me

looking at the meat and whispered to me that it was

for an appetizer, the main course had yet to come. We

all sat down at the table, and started to bow in

prayer when Gloria’s mom asked me to go to the

basement and tell the kids to come to dinner. Gloria

followed me down the stairs, closing the door behind

us. I got to the bottom of the stairs, and what I saw

froze the breath in my lungs.

There was blood everywhere. It sprayed the walls,

and the floor was drenched. In the center of the red

muddy pool was a meat cleaver and what looked like

part of a dress.

“I’m sorry Diane. This is why I didn’t want you

to come.” I turned around to see Gloria blocking the

way to the steps, another cleaver in her hand.

“Mom told me not to have pets, but I didn’t

listen.”

I blinked. “Pet? That’s all I am to you? A pet?”

“Yes.” The lack of emotion in her voice sent a

chill down my spine. She pointed up towards the

basement door.

“You get passed me, my parents are waiting for

you upstairs. The kids were just snacks. Lunch meat.”

“But I’m the main course?” My heart was racing.

Gloria held up the cleaver, the blade shining in the

fluorescent light, and nodded.

“My parents will come looking for me,” I said in

desperation. Gloria smiled.

“We eat you today, by tonight we will be on our

way back to Romania. In a few hundred years, when all

is forgotten , we might come back again.

“A few hundred years? Who are you people?”

“Surely you realize Vlad the impaler wasn’t the

only inspiration for Stoker’s Dracula?” I could see

the fangs starting to fill in her mouth. I really

missed Uncle Phil.

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WITHOUT A TRACE
TGREAPER 2008

It was going to be so easy. John spotted the
carving knife soon as he entered Angel Trapp Diner.
The clothes he had stolen were too small, but nobody
in town seemed to notice. News of his recent prison
break hadn’t reached the tiny town yet, and John
wanted to be long gone before the news did arrive.
The man behind the counter looked up from the
cutting board he was cleaning and smiled.
“Sorry about the wait. My help called in so I’m a
one man show tonight.”
“That’s fine, John replied, sitting at the
counter. The man cleaned his hands and dried them off
on some paper towel. He tossed it away as he walked
over to John.
“What can I do you for son?” He asked.
“Turkey on whole wheat, light on the mayo.”
“Coming right up. Name’s Hank.”
“John. Pleasure.”
Hank pulled a container of lunch meat from the
fridge and shaved a few slices. Then he went about
spreading a knife full of mayo on two slices of wheat
bread. He held up a slice of Swiss cheese and John
nodded his approval. He put it all together and used
the carving knife to slice it corner to corner. He
laid the sandwich on the plate and added a pickle.
John was practically drooling as Hank handed him the
plate.
“Coffee?” Hank asked.
“Oh, yeah,” John replied.
“Right back.” Soon as Hank disappeared into the
back room John grabbed the carving knife and shoved it
into his inside jacket pocket. It was stiff and
protruded slightly, so John had to hold his arm over
it to hide the blade. Hank came back through holding a
smoking pot.
“Here ya go.” He poured the coffee and put the
pot on the counter. He watched in silence as John
finished off his sandwich and chased it with the
hottest coffee he had ever tasted.
“What do I owe you?” John asked. He had no
intention of paying, but he didn’t want to raise
suspicion.
“John, we both know you’re not going to pay me
for your dinner.” Hank smiled. His words startled
John, who jumped off the stool and pulled the knife.
“Hank, you’re a good guy. I don’t want to hurt
you.”
“Well, that makes two of us,” Hank chuckled.
“Fill up a bag with cash from the register. Don’t
make me hurt you.”
“No. That’s not going to happen,” Hank said. John
took a step towards him then stopped, grabbing his
chest.
“I was wondering when that was going to happen.”
Hank watched John fight to stay on his feet.
“What did you do to me?” John croaked. Blood spit
from his mouth as he spoke.
“Bad coffee. Does things to your insides. You
should research it,” Hank said, then added: “Well,
guess that doesn’t matter now.”
“You Fuck-” Blood and smoke spewed from John’s
mouth, spraying the floor. John’s legs gave up and he
collapsed.
“I know who you are and what you have done,” Hank
said, watching John twitch as his life slowly leaked
on the floor. “I couldn’t let you hurt anyone in my
town.”
As if on cue, the diners doors swung open, and
the room filled with townspeople. Hank held up his
hands, keeping the them quiet.
“Okay, his insides are pretty well smoked, in
case anyone wants dark meat. Also, he’s lost a lot of
blood, but if I can get someone to help me drag him
into the back before he dies, I’ll still try to make
my famous stew.”
Two men approached John, each grabbing a leg and
dragging him into the back. Hank smiled.
“Okay folks, have a seat. Dinner is served!”

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The man stared at the computer screen with a
glimmer in his eye. This day had finally came. He had
worked tirelessly torwards this day for thousands of
years. Finally, vengence would be his. The engines
that ran his transport machine were still humming in
his ears, even now, after his children were sent off
into war. He looked over at the empty tubes that once
housed his creations and he suddenly felt sad. Empty
nest syndrome, he remenbered the humans word for it.
Humans, the things that happend with them in the last
millennium. Once he was heralded as a God. Stonehenge
was erected in his honor. Now it was a tourist
attraction. And he was....forsaken. The words
PROCESS COMPLETE flashed on the computer screen. The
man smiled. Soon he would be a God among men again.
The human race will realize his power, or die. The
second coming was at hand. He unbuttoned his lab coat
and sat back, the computer monitor changed screens to
a survellience camera. The world was about to be
cleansed again, and he had a front row seat.

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