Macho-Man
by Anna Hood
When the moon was dark he'd watch the house.
But not alone. The Voice was there, singing his theme song, "Macho Macho-Man, you need to be a Macho-man."
Frannie, the chosen one, lived in that house.
Macho-Man knew her every move: Knew she wore black panties, that she liked Colgate toothpaste, that her favourite colour was green.
He knew her brand of tampons.
Mornings he'd watch her leave, then glide inside, the song pounding, pounding. Macho-Man.
He'd touch her things, her soiled panties. Sometimes he'd put them in his mouth. Then he'd remove his clothes, get into her bed, the essence of him hissing onto her sheets.
The Voice, whispering, "Soon Macho. Soon."
Saturday night: Macho was watching when The Voice spoke. "Now."
Macho-Man slithered inside, sniffing, taking Frannie's spoor inside his mouth, rolling it around his tongue while he removed his clothes. His shadow, naked and grinning, cavorting to his music.
He paused now and then to strike a pose. Macho-Man! Photographs with paper teeth smiled inside paper lips, showed their approval as he slid into her darkened room.
He waited 'til her eyes opened, 'til she saw him, holding his silver lipped knife.
Watched her eyes as he poked with his sharp tip.
Watched his reflection in her eyes.
Then: Harder! Harder! Twisting! Slashing! Stabbing!
Her body a thousand fountains. Scarlet on his face. Scarlet on his tongue.
And when the fountains ceased spraying, ceased bubbling, he raised two terrible arms into the air.
Strike a pose Macho-Man.
It is deeply disturbing to get inside the mind of a psycopath.
ReplyDeleteClose your blinds,you never know who might be watching. I liked this.
ReplyDeleteGreat, now I'll have to delete all the Villiage People songs from my iTunes library. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI like a man who knows how to flex his muscles! (sick) Good read!
ReplyDeleteThis makes my skin crawl. Good terror tale.
ReplyDeleteYikes, all you are missing is fluttering moths and skin suits.
ReplyDeleteJack
Quite disturbing - which must mean that it is quite well written! :)
ReplyDeleteanna,
ReplyDeletefantastic!
so many great lines. i loved this one: "the essence of him hissing onto her sheets." great writing.
scott: LOL!
This was an unbelievable piece of writing! What a commentary on the old adage: "Show don't tell" as the reader gets into the head of a truly psychotic mind. That ending scene had me breathless in a horrified way.
ReplyDeletecrap! Of all times to be home all alone in this big old farmhouse in the deep woods.......
ReplyDeleteYour story is disturbing. Good job.
My stomach is actually churning. I can't help but applaud you on this one, though somewhere down deep that seems counterintuitive. (Why should I congratulate you on terrifying me?) Very striking. Kudos.
ReplyDeleteBoth fun and macabre at the same time -- I really liked this one. :)
ReplyDeleteHer face a thousand fountains. Scarlet...
ReplyDeletehah, wonderful
Totally. Creeped. Me. Out. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteTerrifying yet disgusting the way his mind works. The panties....ewww. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteI like the final line very much. It's like the beginning of a whole 'nother story.
ReplyDeleteHer body a thousand fountains. Scarlet on his face. Scarlet on his tongue.
ReplyDeleteYou sure know how to shake the reader up. This was so unsettling, precisely because your words brought this guy to life with such horrific authenticity. Ouch!
Terrifying and wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThat last image is great. I can even see his dripping moustache...
ReplyDeleteI don't disturb easily, but you just did it.
ReplyDeleteWow.
Thanks everybody who took the time to read, especially you guys
ReplyDeletewho left a comment. Everybody loves comments (g)
Jason, you da man!! thank you
so much for these contests.
ick. eeww. nightmare. You've got it all here. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSo very brave to dive into the mind of a psychopath without reservation. Absolutely terrifying. And perfect. Highest marks overall.
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