“Time to wake up ya old fucker! Your precious Abigail is here to weep over your dried up old bones.” Abigail unscrewed the top of her silver flask, the first of three she kept in her purse, taking the first of the many shots she needed to get through this year’s appearance.
The only solace she had in coming to this ancient burial ground was that the prying eyes of her deceased husband’s relatives never followed her here. They had made being filthy rich barely worth it. They despised her but had they sacrificed their youth? Hell no! They had just been sitting back waiting for him to die. They didn’t have to bear the stench of old whiskey, cigars and death that clung to him like a cloak. They weren’t the ones who had to pretend the slightest touch from his boney fingertips didn’t’ make their skin crawl. They weren’t the ones lying in bed next to him suffering his pathetic attempts at affection and worse. She could feel the bile rise in her throat as she took another swig from her flask.
“How’d it feel gettin’ sucked off by a maggot?” Abigail broke out in a roar of laughter slapping her knee at her grim humor, “Hope ya got it up for him ‘cause ya never did for me and I count my blessings for it!” Another tip of the flask, “You wanted your old wrinkled up friends to think it was even possible that you, YOU, were gettin’ some of this, didn’t ya?” Another tip of the flask, “Guess who was getting it, you dried up old turd? Well there was Jesse that young pool boy and well… pretty much the entire house staff. I do feel kind of bad about that.” Another tip of the flask, “Ha! Who am I kidding? I’m here with all your precious money and you’re worm food! Worm Food!” Abigail drained her first flask.
She unscrewed the top of the second flask, wondering why she felt the need to keep playing this absurd game. She should be on a beach somewhere with half naked young men doting on her night and day. She suddenly felt very stupid indeed for wasting the last decade on this façade.
Abigail’s head whipped around at whiplash speed. There had to be an animal in the woods somewhere. She stared out through blurry eyes trying to locate whatever had made the noise. She could see nothing in the dark of the trees. She sat frozen waiting for whatever it was to show itself. For a moment she thought it was just her drunken imagination then came what she had to be imagining, hands clapping.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!”
The clapping was joined by another then another. Abigail’s mind reeled. Her head spun around as one possessed but still she could see no one.
“Alright kids you’ve had your fun!”
“It’s too early to go home, Abigail.”
Abigail’s heart sank recognizing the voice, “What the fuck Franklin? Don’t you have a small child to molest or something?”
“Oh my dear Abigail, why come here year after year for a man you murdered? My one and only brother that you murdered.” Arrogance oozed from Franklin’s tongue.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Frankie.”
“We thank you for your confession dear.”
“Confession? I confessed nothing!”
“Dearest Abigail regardless of what you may think of me or my kin, we can all hear extraordinarily well and you did just confess.”
Her heart began to race as she rose to her feet, “I do have a gun in here Franklin so I suggest you and yours clear out!” She pulled the .22 pistol from her purse accentuating the point.
“Abigail that will do you no good unless you put it in your mouth but please don’t waste all that good flesh and blood.” The Scheidtenberg family stepped out of the shadows all at once, “You can run if you’d like, we do love a good chase.”
Abigail screamed at the sight before her. The entire family were all here but they weren’t the family she had known. She didn’t even know what these things were but human was not it. Their skin was scaled like snakes but with heads more closely resembling wolves with long tails trailing behind them as they moved in. Their smell nearly made her lose the whiskey she had so happily poured down her throat only moments ago.
“What the fuck are you… things?”
“We’re your family Abigail. Don’t you love us anymore? Awww but I don’t believe you ever did. Did you Abby?”
“What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious? We seek justice. You really shouldn’t murdered him but now that you’ve confessed you can go to Hell with a clear conscience.” Even in his reptilian form Franklin mocked her, “We avenge our own, Abigail. It’s in our blood dear.”