The Dead Have Spoken
William Colon
Tom entered the living room of his house. As soon as he did, he picked up the night lamp that was on top of the coffee table and shattered it on the floor.
“What the hell!” Lisa screamed as she saw him do this.
“Shut up!” He murmured.
“Are you drunk again?” She asked.
“Shut up,” he scowled as he stumbled on to the floor.
“Do you remember what happened the last time you were like this?” She screamed as she kicked the smashed lamp over him.
“Do you!”
She placed her left foot on his head.
“Get off my head,” he groaned.
“Where is Little Tommy?” She asked with a abnormal smirk on her lips.
“Where is Little Tommy?”
He got on his feet and screamed “Ah!”
He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the living room wall.
He shoved his fingers down her throat, but was stopped by someone tugging on his pants. He turned his head around and saw Little Tommy standing behind him.
“Remember, Daddy, remember.” Little Tommy said.
He lets go off his wife Lisa and staggered into the kitchen. Ten minutes later he staggered out the kitchen and into the living room with his tool box. He threw the tool box on the floor. He opened the tool box and pulled out an electrical drill. As soon as Lisa saw this she began to scream,” not again, not again!”
She walked in front of Little Tommy and held him tightly behind her.
“Go to bed and leave us alone!”
He put a new battery inside his electrical drill and ran toward her.
“Go ahead!” She screamed.
He stopped running and looked at Little Tommy.
“Do you remember, Daddy, do you?” Little Tommy cried.
“Nothing happened!” Tom screamed.
He dropped the electrical drill on the living room floor. He stumbled back inside the
kitchen and opened the top cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. He opened the bottle and swallowed half of the content in one gulp.
“Nothing happened!” He scowled.
Little Tommy pulled on his pants again.
“Daddy remember, please remember!” Little Tommy begged.
Big Tom screamed as he slammed the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen table.
Lisa walked inside the kitchen.
“It happened here!” She said as she pointed down at the kitchen floor.
“It is a lie!” Big Tom shrieked after he gulped down the rest of the whiskey that was inside the bottle.
He dropped the bottle on the kitchen floor as soon as it hit the floor it shattered and he said,
“Nothing happened!”
The shattered glass moved toward Lisa’s feet. She turned her head down and stared at the glass which was slowly shaped into an arrow. The projectile aimed inside the living room. Just then thick blood slowly dribbled from Lisa’s nostrils and onto the kitchen floor.
“Why are you denying it?” She asked as she looked up at Big Tom with her empty eye sockets and pale rotting face.
“Nothing happened!” He screamed as he lurched on the kitchen floor.
“Don’t lie!” Little Tommy screamed as thick blood rapidly spitted out his mouth.
He rapidly walked toward Tom and hastily touched him on the back with his pale rotting hand.
“Nothing happened!” Big Tom screamed as he stared at Little Tommy’s rotting face.
“Yes it did,” Little Tommy screamed as a snake rapidly slithered out his left eye socket and into his right eye socket.
“Right here!” Lisa screamed as she quickly pointed at the kitchen floor.
A cold shiver hurriedly ran down Big Tom’s spine as a cold breeze swiftly swept his body into a dark room.
He was then briskly bounded by the vaporous hollered of Lisa.
“No!” He screamed as he covered his ears.
Her blood splattered all over his face as he bashed her. She screamed for three hours. In those three hours he did nothing but stabbed her with the kitchen knife.
He stabbed her two hundred and twenty two times on her right leg. I-Ie then stabbed hertwo hundred and twenty two times on her left leg, and two hundred and twenty two times on her
left arm. All together he stabbed her six hundred and sixty six times. I-Ie then dragged her body into the basement.
He threw her in a five foot hole he had created previously. I-Ie staggered up the basement stairs and dragged Little Tommy out his bed.
“What is going, daddy?” Little Tommy asked.
“You and mommy are going bye, bye.” Big Tom replied.
“Why?” Little Tommy asked.
“I’m not man enough to handle you both.” Big Tom replied as he carried Little Tommy down the basement stairs.
“What do you mean?” Little Tommy asked.
Big Tom did not reply but instead threw Little Tommy next to his mother.
Little Tommy tried to get out but Big Tom threw dirt above him with the shovel. Little Tommy fought through the dirt but was stopped by another and then another and so on.
Two hours later he sat on his one man couch inside the living room and drunk until he passed out. When he woke up the next morning Lisa was cooking breakfast and little Tommy was sitting o’n the floor by the one man couch.
Big Tom got up from the couch and washed his face and shaved. He kissed Lisa on her bruised lips and left for work.
Now the cold breeze swept him back inside the kitchen. He woke up on the kitchen floor. He got up and discovered Lisa and Little Tommy corpses also resting on the kitchen floor.
Once again he denied it to himself.
The door bell rang. He stumbled in his hangover to answer the door.
“Hello, Detective Brain McNealy.” An officer stated.
“How could help you?” Big Tom asked.
“Yes, I’m looking for Lisa, her mother reported her missing. She claimed she attempted to call here several of times, but no one answered the phone for weeks.” The officer replied.
“Well, she is in the kitchen.” Tom replied.
“I’ll go get her.”
“Lisa, a police officer is looking for you!” Tom screamed as he walked into the kitchen.
The police officer followed him. As they walked inside the kitchen the officer took notice of the two corpses and immediately handcuffed Tom, and called for back up.
“What is going on?” Tom screamed.
“I don’t know you tell me!” The officer screamed as he pinned Tom against the wall.
“Nothing happened!” Tom screamed.
