A short story by Feind Gottes
Of all the days for shit to go wrong it had to be Friday the thirteen on top of it. Feel free to chuckle but my misfortune began that day, trust me you won’t be chuckling later. Anyway the day started out with a bang when I woke up late for work. It turned to shit immediately as I jumped out of bed only to land on my dog’s tail prompting him to chomp down on my calf in startled fear, admittedly an appropriate response. I rushed off to the office getting the typical earful of bullshit about punctuality from my total cunt of a boss. I can’t really say which of us hates the other more but she’s a bloody cunt for sure. I won’t bore you with all the details of that shitty work day but I’ll tell you the day never improved. On the way home some asshat rear-ended me causing about a thousand dollars of damage to my car. I shouldn’t have to tell you but it was raining cats and dogs which made the insurance exchange a fucking joy! Then I get home to find out the furnace decided to take a shit. The only thing that could have made the day worse is if my wife had told me she was leaving me for another man as she cut off my nuts. Luckily that part didn’t happen but that night the nightmare began and it continued being played on an endless loop in my head every fucking night thereafter. I’m telling you as soon as I closed my eyes there it was. I’d wake up, lay back down and there it would be waiting for me again. So here it is and I hate you for making me relive it, fuck you very much!
You have to understand I love my wife and daughter more than life itself that’s what made this nightmare so much worse. Every time it would start the same I would walk into the garage, grab the crowbar off my workbench and open the door. Nothing ever varied not even once. I would be wearing my pajama bottoms and my black pullover hoodie, no shoes. I would stand there waiting and waiting feeling an anger and rage building in me that I never felt in my life. I’ve heard soldiers talk about a bloodlust during battle and that’s the only word I can think to describe it. I would stand there waiting with nothing but murder in my mind. It was always after dark, the same black moonless night over and fucking over. My wife would pull in, headlights blazing in my face fueling my already burning bloodlust even further. I would walk forward slowly, like methodical, y’know? Janie would roll down her window and ask me what on Earth I was doing outside and that’s when I would satiate the bloodlust that had been building inside me.
“You do understand now Mr. Young that’s exactly what you did? You beat your wife and daughter to death with a crowbar. It wasn’t a nightmare. It’s what you did and you didn’t sink to the ground weeping, you were laughing hysterically when the police arrived. It was like you enjoyed it. So please, spare the nonsense about nightmares, why did you kill your wife and daughter Mr. Young?”
“It was just a nightmare doc, but it’s gone now. I have a new nightmare now. Wanna know what it is?”
“No Mr. Young, I want you to tell me why you beat your family to death with a crowbar. Why?”
“I didn’t. It was just a nightmare and it’s gone. I dream about you now doc!”
My only reply to the good doctor was shoving a number two pencil sharpened to a fine point, the one I’d stolen from his clipboard the day before, into his ear until the palm of my hand hit the side of his head. The old man slumped to the floor as limp as a wet noodle but I jumped on top of him howling with laughter to beat him with my bare fists until the orderlies came to pull me off. This nightmare always ended this way.