Just Plain Bad Luck

Just Plain Bad Luck

A Story by steve
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A short story.

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                    Just Plain Bad Luck

Graham had worked on the farm all his life, but now in his fifties this was getting too much.  His limbs ached, and the early mornings, well that was another story.  His wife Caroline had cooked him a nice unhealthy fry up.  Picking up his knife and fork he tucked in as he knew it was going to be another long day.  Thankfully he employed a teenage boy to pop in and help him, but apart from that he ran the bloody place all by himself.  He needed a holiday.  He could tell his wife wasn’t enjoying it any more, and who could blame her.  After eating breakfast he peered up at his wife, then by accident he blew off causing his wife to put her hand up to her face, before hurrying out of the room, while screaming, “Oh, it stinks.”
“Sorry,” was all he answered as he rubbed his fat stomach, thinking anxiously of all the chores he needed to do before the sun went down.  Going to bed early to wake up bloody early, Graham hated it these days.  And his poor wife having to get up at the crack of dawn to cook his food.  Poor cow.  It was time for a change, he thought.  Being the man of the house he left the plates for her to wash up, because he knew she enjoyed keeping busy.  Looking at his wrist watch the time was just before six.  He could here Caroline in the kitchen as she filled the bowl up with hot water while singing under her breath.  He walked to the entrance of the house knowing his help wouldn’t be in until 7am.  So he had about an hour to make a start.  His rucksack sat on the small table beside the doorway.  Inside was a flask of hot tea.  Well, this time of the morning it was chilly.  He needed to be prepared.  “I’ll see you dead on one, my lovely.  Have something nice on the table, apart from some Hobnobs in my bag I’ve got nothing else to munch on.”
“I’ll cook you something which would be fit for a King,” she called out.
Oh well, he thought.  He opened the creaking door to the outside world where the cold air hit him instantly.  “Blast me,” he muttered, sick of it.  He’d taken a few steps down the stony drive where his land rover sat at the end when a strange feeling came over him.  He tried to call out to his wife because he knew something terrible was occurring.  An awful pain made him drop to his knees in despair.  My God, this was it.  Three seconds later he was dead.

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Caroline watched him from the window.  The b*****d who she’d put up with for so long would never bully and intimidate her ever again.  The funny thing was, apart of her would miss him.  Now in her late fifties she saw an opportunity.  She wasn’t on her own, as in the last six months she’d met someone who cared for her very much.  Standing behind Caroline was a young man of average height.  She could feel a comforting hand on her shoulder which helped greatly.  “We need to bury him before that kid turns up,” said the man.
She turned to him still a little shocked by it all.  They’d planned this for so long, but now it was hard to take in what she’d done.  “Oh my God,” she shrieked tears running down her cheeks.
He shook her softly so she would come to her senses, before saying, “We need to do this, love.  It was either you or him.  Don’t you get it, he treated you like s**t for years.  Where’s the hole he was digging, as we haven’t got much time?”  He seemed worried by her behaviour.
She stared into his light blue eyes, then kissed him softly on the lips.  Wiping the tears away, she replied, “You’re right.  I’m so sorry for acting like a crazy b***h, but a strange feeling came over me when I saw him laying there.”
“It’s normal,” he said, coming closer.  “But now you have a chance of getting out of this nightmare.  For the next hour be strong for me.  That’s all I ask from you.”
“Yes, I’m ready,” she answered.  Then with haste both made their way out of the house to get rid of the body before the hired help appeared.  Using Graham’s vehicle the plan was now in progress.  And after this only time would tell.

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She picked up the phone that evening a little nervous.  Her younger lover sat beside her telling her everything was going to be fine.  She believed him.  She dialled the number for the police, then waited. 
“Hello, how can we help you?” a woman’s voice asked down the other end.
Lying out of her teeth she told them that her husband for some time now had been suffering depression, and this morning he was nowhere to be seen.  Even his beloved land rover still sat in the drive, which was unlike him to go anywhere without it.  The amusing thing was, Graham had recently visited the doctors because he felt anxious about something which he couldn’t put his finger on.  Maybe it stemmed from childhood, a forgotten memory?  So if the police did intervene at some point, Caroline would just explain about the visits to the local surgery, and how concerned she was for him, because for sometime now they were thinking about getting out of the farming industry as the stress of it all was too much to bear, especially for him.  “S**t,” she yelled while slamming the phone down.
“What’s wrong?” the man asked, worry on his youthful face.
“The bloody police are coming, Michael.  Double s**t,” she scowled pushing the phone off the table.
Michael brushed a hand through his brown hair, before replying calmly, “Just tell them what you just said to the person on the phone.  You saw him last night and he seemed different.  And for the first time in years he wanted to sleep downstairs on the sofa, as lately he has had trouble sleeping and was worried about waking you up in the night.  Then tell them that was the last time you saw him.  It’s easy.  The moment the police leave here it’ll be obvious he has gone somewhere to commit suicide.  Never to be seen again.  Happy days.”
“But I’m a terrible liar.”  She started scratching her left shoulder out of nerves.
He had an idea.  I’ll stay with you when they come.  Do you think that’s a good idea, moral support I mean?”
“What?” she snarled.  “The moment the police clap eyes on you they’ll become suspicious straight-away.  Young stud, missing husband.”
Michael laughed, before saying, “I went to school with your son.  I live just up the road.  So that makes me a family friend.  Trust me, it’ll be okay.”
Caroline felt sad thinking about her son who’d died in a car accident at such a young age.  “I miss him, Michael,” she said wiping her tired eyes.
“I know you do.  He was my best friend.”
She cuddled him.  “I know you were.  Bless you, and now you’re here caring for his grieving mother.”
Anger welled up inside of him.  “I know how your husband treated him as he would tell me at school.  Graham was just a f*****g bully.  I’m happy the miserable b*****d’s dead.”
She sighed.  It was true.  “I know,” she muttered, staring ahead into nothing.
“This is why we need to see this through, because my best mate adored his mum, and loathed his father.”
She peered up at him, knowing she loved him dearly, “Yes, you’re right as always.”
Within minutes a knock was heard at the door.  The time had come.

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Two days later they hadn’t heard anything more from the police, meaning a body hadn’t been found.  Three miles from here was a lake with a bridge at one end, and this was a hotspot for people wanting to end their life.  Michael the day before decided to drive there, and from afar he did observe divers in the water, obviously searching for Graham’s body.  So by the looks of it, the law enforcers believed their story.  But how long would it be without a body, before the police would grow suspicious that something wasn’t quite right.

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Banging from the front door caused Caroline to drop the mug of tea.  Lately she’d felt anxious, which made complete sense, not knowing if anyone suspected her of foul play.  Rushing to the entrance she opened it.  Her heart racing.  An officer stood there, seriousness on his forty something face.  “How can I help you?” she asked wide eyed while clutching the woodwork around the door.
The tall man cleared his throat, then said, “We haven’t located your husband’s body at the moment, but there’s a witness who says they saw a man matching your husband’s description acting oddly only three days ago, not too far from here.  We do believe this might be Graham, and hopefully he might still be alive.”
“Oh, I hope so,” she replied.  How was that possible as his body was buried four fields from here in a wooden casket?  “I know the night before he disappeared he seemed very distressed.  Please find him because I’m worried for him.”
He smiled pleasantly at her, before saying, “We’ll do our best, Caroline.  Hopefully I’ll see you again with more positive news.  Have a nice day.”
“Thank you,” was all she answered.  She closed the door a hand on her chest.  The moment the copper had drove off she ran up the stairs knowing Michael was asleep in her bed.  She had a surprise for him, and she didn’t care.  Entering the room she began taking her clothes off.  Once she was completely naked she stood at the end of the bed.  She touched his foot.  He awoke muttering something under his breath, before peering up at her.  “Hello, Michael.  What do you think of my new dress, I got it especially for you.”
He scratched the top of his head, before replying, “My God.  You’re so beautiful.”
She crawled onto the bed.  Finally their lips met.  Then they made mad passionate love, and it felt marvellous.

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    The elderly lady made her way slowly into the graveyard to visit her late husband.  She held some flowers which she would place close to where he was buried.  She’d been married to him for over fifty years.  She missed him terribly.  Halfway through she noticed something very strange indeed.  “Oh my God,” she said under her breath.  Dropping the flowers by accident, she decided to leave immediately, before the odd fellow in front clapped eyes on her.  Using her walking stick, she picked up her pace now heading back up the narrow path.  Once she was at the gate she closed it carefully, so she wouldn’t make a sound.  Her car wasn’t too far away.  She was a bit out of breath, but carried on.  When she’d finally reached the vehicle, she got in.  Pushing her foot down onto the pedal, she decided to go to the police station to explain to them what she’d just witnessed, while still not quite believing it herself.

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Caroline saw the police only one more time before the investigation was dropped.  Surprisingly enough not one of them suspected her.  Why?  Maybe it was just pure luck that the most horrendous thing she’d ever done in her whole life, had now been brushed under the carpet by everyone else involved, maybe most people knew what Graham was like and didn’t care that he was missing, or at worse, dead.  From that day forward a huge burden was released giving her new hope.  And the man by her side who gave her the will to live in such difficult times she would adore for the rest of her days.  A new chapter was dawning, and it felt great.

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In the local cemetery just down the road a policeman stared at the hole by his feet, shocked beyond belief.  “Not again,” he gasped.  The man beside him said nothing, knowing this would only end in trouble.
A short distance away a figure stood, looking at the two with interest.  Then it made its way deeper into the area of trees, before vanishing amongst the shadows.

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She flew up from the pillow, sweat clinging to her.  It was dark.  Caroline wiped her brow, there was a bad feeling in her gut which she couldn’t explain.  Peering at Michael a little comfort was felt.  The nightmare she’d had was awful.  The worst dream imaginable.  Then she thought back to him.  A chill ran through her.  From outside a bang which made her jump.  “What could that be?” she said, getting up from the comfortable bed to check it out.  Wrapping the dressing gown tightly around her, she proceeded out of the bedroom and down the hall.  The sound had come from the entrance of the house, but who could be calling at this time of night?  Finally at the door she opened it, then peered out.  With utter shock she saw someone entering the barn that was a fair distance away.  Bloody kids, she thought.  Two years ago the little brats caused so much trouble Graham had no choice but to ring the police.  But now he wasn’t there she would sort it out herself.  She went back into the house to grab a rifle, just in case. 
Once back outside she proceeded nervously down the drive towards the barn.  From somewhere a dog barked.  The moon was brighter than normal, which helped greatly as she didn’t want to trip over anything.  Living on a farm stuff would lay about everywhere.  But being in this way of life for as long as she could remember she was used to it.  Finally Caroline had made it to the door.  It was ajar.  Inside was pitch black.  She entered and pulled a piece of string.  Instantly the barn was flooded with light.  She was petrified but with growing confidence, yelled, “You can see I’m holding a gun.  But if you leave now I won’t say nothing.  I probably know your parents, so I’ll close my eyes as you make a run for it.  But no funny business because I know how to use this.  Got it, kids.”  She did what she’d promised expecting two or three teenagers to rush passed.  Nothing happened.  What the hell?
Growing more fearful she pointed the weapon in front of her.  Her eyes still closed.
“Just leave?” she said.
Yet again, nothing, apart from the dog howling from somewhere outside.  Slowly opening her eyes she saw a figure dressed in rags a few yards from her.  Then a terrible voice which she recognised, said, “Hello, Caroline.  Are you happy to see me?”
The thing took a step closer as the light from the ceiling shone onto its rotting face.  Flaps of skin dangled from its skull, and one eye was missing. 
Caroline dropped the gun by accident realising Graham had returned from the grave.  Out of shock she began crying.  Then a hand grabbed her around the throat pinning her against the nearest wall.  How was this possible?
The stench from his decaying mouth made her puke down her dressing gown. 
“You, b***h.  Cook me my lunch.  I want my lunch,” he snarled.
“What do you mean?” she screamed, unable to look at him.
His terrible face was inches from her.  “Don’t you remember, wife.  Before you poisoned me you promised me a nice lunch.  Now cook me a nice lunch.”
“I don’t understand,” she shrieked, finally she looked at him.  A maggot crawled out of one of his nostrils.  “Leave me alone,” Caroline shouted, smacking his chest with her hands. 
He laughed.  Two teeth fell from his mouth landing onto the straw below.  “We need fire to cook, Caroline.  I’ll try and find a match.”  He released his grip.  She landed on the ground with a thud.  She needed to escape.  Without thinking she got up and made a run for it.  Making it outside relief ran through her.  Then she heard him shout from inside the barn, “You can’t escape us, you b***h.  Have a look around and see for yourself.”
At first she saw nothing apart from the fields which surrounded her.  Then with fear that she’d never experienced before, she observed many figures coming towards her with hatred in their eyes while licking their disgusting lips.
“What’s happening?” she screamed.
Without realising, Graham had crept up on her, and sinking his teeth into the top of her head she tried to yell out to Michael, to warn him.  Blood ran down her face as she fell to the ground.  A moment later she was dead as the creatures fed off her corpse.

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Michael awoke.  Where was Caroline?  Before he knew it countless figures rushed into the room.  Their devilish eyes staring at him with utter glee.  “Who are you and where is Caroline?” he begged, knowing he didn’t have much time left.  He tried to get up from the bed, but they held him down while biting clunks out of his flesh.  He screamed out in pain doing his best to escape.  He was s**t out of luck.  Within seconds his body had been torn to bits while Graham looked on with amusement.  Then he said, “Well, at least I got the nice lunch, Caroline.  Fit for a King.  Even though it’s a bit later than you’d promised.”
With that the creatures left the house to search for more people to feed on, because they were hungry as hell.  All over England the dead were rising from their graves, killing thousands.  It was the worst epidemic this country had ever known.  Within days there was no one left, except the monsters while they roamed aimlessly through empty streets looking for anything to eat.  Weeks later even the hellish creatures had succumbed to starvation, leaving a desolate land full of dark, despairing memories, that the rest of the world would not forget for a long time after.


                              The End

© 2015 steve



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This is an excellent story, although I'm not certain about the ending. I can understand Grahame killing Caroline and Michael--that's a great bit about Grahame finally being served his lunch "fit for a king"--but why everyone else? What made all these creatures rise from their graves? An epidemic of zombies would start somewhere--perhaps Grahame somehow got them to revolt.

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steve

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Thanks, Marie. As much as I enjoyed writing this story, the ending wasn't coming to me like it usua.. read more



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This is an excellent story, although I'm not certain about the ending. I can understand Grahame killing Caroline and Michael--that's a great bit about Grahame finally being served his lunch "fit for a king"--but why everyone else? What made all these creatures rise from their graves? An epidemic of zombies would start somewhere--perhaps Grahame somehow got them to revolt.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

steve

2 Years Ago

Thanks, Marie. As much as I enjoyed writing this story, the ending wasn't coming to me like it usua.. read more

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