My Little Suzie

‘Well I’ve always wanted to work on my fitness, but running from six policemen and three guard dogs with my hands shackled behind my back was not the best way to start. RUN. The only word that kept flashing back and forth in my head. The combined cacophony of barks and police siren didn’t let me think of anything else. An abandoned villa, my best hope for hiding. I jumped the fence, cut my leg pretty bad on it, and leapt through the window. I decided to wait it out for the night, or at least until the sirens were no longer audible.’

Within a couple of hours, the sirens faded away. I stood up leaning on my good leg looking for a room to spend the night. A few steps later on the creaky floorboard I found myself face-to-face with a large, bearded man wearing a gray, bloodied apron and grasping a chainsaw in one hand, and a beer in the other. He demanded an explanation, and I obliged, pretending to be a tourist lost for the night. Surprisingly, he agreed to let me spend the night. Moments later, a small blonde girl approximately the age of 8 walked into the room giggling and dragging her one-armed puppet behind her, “who’s this daddy?” “You have a very beautiful daughter sir.” Doing my best to be eloquent. “It’s my wife Suzie.” That shocked me completely. “She may look 8 but she’s actually 30, but in bed she’s all woman.” He grinned slightly at me revealing his yellow smile beneath. “Hey listen, you should try my steak.” He got up to get me some. It was utterly disgusting, it was still raw, still bleeding, and had some weird hairs that looked suspiciously human. “It could use improvement.” Again try to be on my best behavior. “IMPROVEMENT? IMPROVEMENT? I’ll show you improvement.” It’s like the words triggered him, he quickly grasped the chainsaw, got it whirring and aimed for my head. “Oh Eski, it’s time you come on down, the blood sacrifice is ready!” My blood ran cold and chills went down my spine. I scurried rampantly trying to get away, but my bleeding leg could only take me so fast. To my surprise, the blood trail I left behind caused him to slip and decapitate his own head. As it rolled towards me I could still see his sickening smile. Now little Suzie came at me with the kitchen knife, but she wasn’t much of a fight. I took away the knife, cut her open, and choked her with her own small intestine. Suddenly, I felt myself wake up, I must’ve been dreaming again. I saw people gather around me shocked, their jaws dropped in complete awe. I found myself in the middle of the street, soaked in the blood of my daughter as I was elbow deep in her entrails. What happened next made my heart stop for a moment. Little Suzie awoke, & said “daddy must pay.”