Organs and Blood
A Lesson by Rebeka Erin Morin
A doctor, who lives in a haunting like mansion, winds up caring for his 13 year old niece since he's the only relative she has in the area after her parents passed away. So the niece has no idea that her uncle is a killer and a doctor and a surgeon...who does malpractice and experiments and such.
Her uncle is very strict with rules and makes sure that she does NOT go down into the basement
So when she does, she sneaks down there, and finds him operating on a person and putting the dead body's organs into a jar for trophies, and then she freaks and rams into something and her uncle sees her and stops what she's doing, and that's when things get really eerie
Cole handled his ‘client’s’ organs with his bloodied white
gloves. He examined them with a grim delight, studying the ridges and
its outstanding complexions. He then couldn’t help himself but have
a little taste of it, and slightly licked one of the ridges, tasting
the blood and it’s texture, up until he heard the phone from
He paused his pleasures, and looked up to the
basement stairs. Draven sighed, and set the organs down onto the
opened stomach of the body, and removed his gloves and tossed them
into the waste basket and headed up the steps.
He came out
from being below the mansion and walked to the phone, and took a deep
breath and answered it. “Hello, Draven Cole speaking,” his voice
a serious slight gravel. Then his ears perked when he heard a
familiar voice – the sheriff.
“Good evening, Mr. Cole.
This is Sheriff Holmes.”
“Oh, good evening Sheriff. What
can I do for you?” Draven asked, being in his polite side, rubbing
his hand on his pants, getting rid of the lastly feelings of the
“I actually wanted to inform you…that
your dear brother Charles and his wife Carol…have sadly died in an
Draven’s whole body froze from the news.
“Yes…they’ve died from a car crash up in
the mountains. Seems that they could not see from their headlights
dying out and smashed right into a tree; Carol went through the
windshield and your brother…” the Sheriff sighed, “A huge piece
of glass went through his throat.”
Draven’s face felt as
if it had grown pale; his heart pounding. “Oh my god...” He raked
his hand through his hair, not believing this.
“I am so
sorry, Mr. Cole.” The Sheriff said with sorrow. “I deeply am…”
Then, he added something to this, “I actually wanted to tell you
this…because their daughter Brenda is at the shelter…and she does
not have family around here…other than you.”
eyes opened, freezing his mind from this. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying is that…she does not have a home. We were
hoping…that – you would take her, since you’re the closest
relative she has here.”
Draven’s jaw tightened. “I’m…”
He sighed, frustrated and stuck inside. “I don’t think I
can…I’m not that very good with kids.”
you’ll be great. Brenda is a smart child. She keeps to herself
often and does listen. I’m sure when you two meet and get to know
each other you two will be just fine.” The Sheriff reassured.
Draven thought about this, and licked his lips a little and looked
over to the basement door to where his workshop was kept. He did not
want to bring a child into the mansion…but he guessed he had no
choice but accept.
“Alright…I’ll take her.”
“Excellent, you will be expecting her Tuesday night after we’ve
gotten her paperwork all straightened out. And then once we arrive
we’ll have to go through other things on your side.”
Draven breathed in. “Alright. I’ll prepare for her arrival.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Cole. I promise you two will bond
“I sure hope so.” Draven said, referring
to himself about his secrets.
He heard the Sheriff chuckle
politely, and then he said, “Well, I must turn in for the night.
I’ll call you before we enter your area.”
I’ll be around. Have a good evening.”
“Yes, you too,
Mr. Cole. Goodnight.” And then the Sheriff hung up.
stood there with the phone still at his mouth and ear, and then he
slowly drifted it…and set it back on its receiver, pausing his hand
“This…cannot be happening.” He backed away from
the phone, and headed back down to the basement to finish. He
returned to the body on the operating table, and picked up the
organs, and put them in a medium sized tub. “This cannot be
happening,” he repeated, feeling his heart pounding.
did not feel comfortable with having a teenage child in the mansion,
at all. He feared that Brenda would snoop and find his workshop…and
then he would be screwed.
“S**t…” He said quietly to
himself, and got frustrated and nearly damaged something, when he
thought about something. “Just tell her…not to go down here…and
just to the kitchen…the den…the library…and her room…and
outside…anywhere but down here.” He finally smiled a notch to the
side, and nodded, closing his eyes. “A little strictness won’t
hurt…not one bit,” and picked up the surgical knife, and laughed
grimly, “She won’t know a thing,” and then he went “Aha!”
and slashed the dead body’s throat!
Added on October 2, 2014
Last Updated on October 2, 2014
Rebeka Erin Morin
Hello my name is Rebeka E Morin, and I'm a horror/thriller novelist. I've published my first novel The Nightmare, young adult, a sci-fi mystery thriller series. I have been writing for 12 years, and ..