is downright frightening.
“What is this stain on the carpet? Is this, is this where she, you know?” Angelique’s voice begins to tremble. She can’t even say the word. Died, you impish bitch. The word is DIED!
Luke nervously clears his throat, “Let’s not talk about that right now. Come my love, let’s have a drink by the fire. I will have the carpet replaced next week.”
This is your chance to get a clue my dear Angelique. I certainly wish I would have heeded my predecessor’s warnings. Maybe my fate in this house would have been different. Soon you will have your own stain to be explained in this house.
He came up behind me and began to gently kiss my neck as he unzipped the back of my dress. With each move his breath gently caressed the back of my neck. My entire body tingled with anticipation of his touch. As he slid me into the bath, each of his fingers played along my skin causing me to moan with excitement. It had been so long since I had felt Luke’s touch that I had forgotten how soft his and gentle his hands were. Not a single callus or rough spot on his fingers. Just smooth, silken skin.
Luke carried me to the bed where the rose petals continued to lead the way. As he laid my naked body out on the white silk sheets his mouth took hold of mine. Both of us were consumed with passion like animals in heat. Waves of pleasure overtook my body as I hit my peak. I don’t think we had ever made love like this before.
“I love you Luke.” I thought that we were finally back on track, that our marriage was actually going to be okay.
“I am going to go and get us some wine.” He kissed me passionately before he left the bedroom.
Little did I know that Luke was crushing up sleeping pills and mixing them into my glass of wine. I suppose he thought that this would do me in once and for all. In a way, I guess it did, but not in the way he had anticipated.
I could sense Luke’s anxiety when I was simply a little dizzy from the wine. He was suddenly short and angry with me, as if I should somehow have understood that I should be unconscious right now.
“Luke, what is wrong, I thought that we were having a wonderful evening?”
“WHAT?” he snapped at me. “Oh, yeah. A good time. Yes. I…I need some fresh air.”
Luke stormed out of the bedroom. I got up to follow him and the room began to spin. I had never had a problem holding my liquor so I was quite surprised that one glass of wine would make me drunk like this. I held onto whatever I could find as I stumbled out of the bedroom.
I made it to the top of the stairs when I felt something sharp pierce through my back. I looked down to see a blade of a sword peeking out from between my breasts. Hot liquid began to run down my naked body and pool at my feet. The room was growing dark and I could feel my legs crumbling like an accordion. Then I felt the push from behind me and then the room went black. I assume that I fell down the stairs as they found my body in a crimson pool of blood on the antique rug at the bottom of the staircase. That son of a bitch stabbed me and pushed me down the stairs.
A year has passed and Angelique has suffered much the same as I had. Of course, the first few months of their marriage was happy and they had sex like rabbits. It hit that six-month mark and Luke begins to grow distant and seems to have fallen out of love. This is just what he does. I understand that now. Tonight, Angelique will understand it too. Tonight, she will meet the rest of us.
I was not Luke’s first wife, hell, I wasn’t even his third. I was his tenth wife. I am Julia, the one he stabbed and pushed down the stairs. Tonight, Angelique will not only meet me but she will also meet Carry. She was number nine. Luke killed her with morphine.
Number eight was Trisha whom he drowned in the bathtub. Sarah was number seven, also a bathtub murder but with electrocution with a hair dryer. Leslie was number six and her breaks were cut causing her to drive off of a cliff. Numbers four and five, Jessica and Christine, both suffered gunshot wounds to the head. He made them look like suicides. Number three was stabbed with garden shears, her name was Vicki. Adeline was number two. She had succumbed to the rat poison in her oatmeal. And number one, well that was Christine. She was strangled with a leather belt. We all made it to our one year anniversary, and our gift from Luke was death. He buried us all in the rose garden where his father had buried all of his brides. We all live together in this old family home and we are each responsible for trying to warn the wife that comes after us. Soon, Angelique will join us. Finally, she too will understand that Luke just can’t help himself.
I can’t wait to meet number twelve!
is downright frightening.
“What is this stain on the carpet? Is this, is this where she, you know?” Angelique’s voice begins to tremble. She can’t even say the word. Died, you impish bitch. The word is DIED!
Luke nervously clears his throat, “Let’s not talk about that right now. Come my love, let’s have a drink by the fire. I will have the carpet replaced next week.”
This is your chance to get a clue my dear Angelique. I certainly wish I would have heeded my predecessor’s warnings. Maybe my fate in this house would have been different. Soon you will have your own stain to be explained in this house.
He came up behind me and began to gently kiss my neck as he unzipped the back of my dress. With each move his breath gently caressed the back of my neck. My entire body tingled with anticipation of his touch. As he slid me into the bath, each of his fingers played along my skin causing me to moan with excitement. It had been so long since I had felt Luke’s touch that I had forgotten how soft his and gentle his hands were. Not a single callus or rough spot on his fingers. Just smooth, silken skin.
Luke carried me to the bed where the rose petals continued to lead the way. As he laid my naked body out on the white silk sheets his mouth took hold of mine. Both of us were consumed with passion like animals in heat. Waves of pleasure overtook my body as I hit my peak. I don’t think we had ever made love like this before.
“I love you Luke.” I thought that we were finally back on track, that our marriage was actually going to be okay.
“I am going to go and get us some wine.” He kissed me passionately before he left the bedroom.
Little did I know that Luke was crushing up sleeping pills and mixing them into my glass of wine. I suppose he thought that this would do me in once and for all. In a way, I guess it did, but not in the way he had anticipated.
I could sense Luke’s anxiety when I was simply a little dizzy from the wine. He was suddenly short and angry with me, as if I should somehow have understood that I should be unconscious right now.
“Luke, what is wrong, I thought that we were having a wonderful evening?”
“WHAT?” he snapped at me. “Oh, yeah. A good time. Yes. I…I need some fresh air.”
Luke stormed out of the bedroom. I got up to follow him and the room began to spin. I had never had a problem holding my liquor so I was quite surprised that one glass of wine would make me drunk like this. I held onto whatever I could find as I stumbled out of the bedroom.
I made it to the top of the stairs when I felt something sharp pierce through my back. I looked down to see a blade of a sword peeking out from between my breasts. Hot liquid began to run down my naked body and pool at my feet. The room was growing dark and I could feel my legs crumbling like an accordion. Then I felt the push from behind me and then the room went black. I assume that I fell down the stairs as they found my body in a crimson pool of blood on the antique rug at the bottom of the staircase. That son of a bitch stabbed me and pushed me down the stairs.
A year has passed and Angelique has suffered much the same as I had. Of course, the first few months of their marriage was happy and they had sex like rabbits. It hit that six-month mark and Luke begins to grow distant and seems to have fallen out of love. This is just what he does. I understand that now. Tonight, Angelique will understand it too. Tonight, she will meet the rest of us.
I was not Luke’s first wife, hell, I wasn’t even his third. I was his tenth wife. I am Julia, the one he stabbed and pushed down the stairs. Tonight, Angelique will not only meet me but she will also meet Carry. She was number nine. Luke killed her with morphine.
Number eight was Trisha whom he drowned in the bathtub. Sarah was number seven, also a bathtub murder but with electrocution with a hair dryer. Leslie was number six and her breaks were cut causing her to drive off of a cliff. Numbers four and five, Jessica and Christine, both suffered gunshot wounds to the head. He made them look like suicides. Number three was stabbed with garden shears, her name was Vicki. Adeline was number two. She had succumbed to the rat poison in her oatmeal. And number one, well that was Christine. She was strangled with a leather belt. We all made it to our one year anniversary, and our gift from Luke was death. He buried us all in the rose garden where his father had buried all of his brides. We all live together in this old family home and we are each responsible for trying to warn the wife that comes after us. Soon, Angelique will join us. Finally, she too will understand that Luke just can’t help himself.
I can’t wait to meet number twelve!
terrible things