Drop Dead Anne

Rest in peace,

Close your eyes,

Never shed a crying tear,

When the evil bastard dies…

The night was silent, the night was cold. A Raven was gently perched upon the branches and staring at the thin mist as it slowly drifted between the gravestones. The cemetery had an aura of peace and tranquillity. It was at this time, that a trio of drunks decided that it was a good idea to take a stroll through the cemetery. The trio, formally known as Troy Parker, Liam Davis and Hannah Garrad, they had all been down The Chambers, a local nightclub which promises the best nightlife at the weekend. All three of them had consumed four pints of beer, three shots of Vodka and a few glasses of Bacardi and Coca-Cola.

The three of them staggered into the cemetery, clinging onto each other and giggling and singing like maniacs. With every step they nearly fell flat on their faces, but they didn’t care, they were too intoxicated.

“What should we sing now” Shouted Troy, his voice slightly slurred.

“I know, I know, Guns N Roses!” Hannah said joyfully,

“No fucking way, they are fucking shit!” Liam spat. The trio then broke off into a slurred version of Poison by Alice Cooper. They kept giggling whilst singing and mixed up their words. None of them had realised how disrespectful they were being.

After another twenty minutes of staggering and singing, they came to a run down old house.

“What’s that?” Hannah asked,

“It’s the old crypt keeper’s place” Troy laughed,

“Was, the old crypt keeper’s place, now it’s where that bitch Anne is buried” Liam spat, full of hatred.

“Who’s….A...Anne?” Hannah asked, barely able to get her words out.

“Drop Dead Anne” Said Troy in a spooky voice.

“Yeah, Troy, I’ve only lived here for hic a month now, how am I supposed to know who Anne is” She slowly explained, making sure she didn’t mess up her words.

“Anne…” Liam started, “Was a fucking bitch, who killed my sister” He growled.

“She killed your sister?” Hannah asked curios to the events.

“She killed my sister Tracey and all her friends except Becky, then Becky killed the bitch and buried her in the cellar of the crypt keeper’s house” Liam explained, fighting back the tears.

Troy and Hannah went to comfort Liam, but he pushed them away and stormed off towards the house. All of the alcohol in his system wasn’t affecting him, his rage had taken over and wasn’t letting go. He approached a boarded up window and snatched up a metal pole which was resting on the grass. He swung the pole numerous times at the wood until it was just a mass of splinters. He threw the pole behind him and climbed through the window. Troy and Hannah staggered behind him, trying to keep up. Liam stormed through the rest of the house, growling as he trudged across the wooden floor. Hannah and Troy were behind him, calling his name, asking him to stop and be reasonable.

Liam kicked down the cellar door and stomped down the stairs. Troy and Hannah continued to tell him to stop. In the middle of the cellar was a large, rotted crate. Liam began to punch and kick the crate, snapping the rotted wood.

“Liam stop it!” Hannah cried. He didn’t listen; he just continued to smash the crate. With one almighty punch, the rotten crate fell to pieces. There was a large pile of moist wood on the floor, and a pale, blood stained hand poking out from beneath it. Hannah and Troy moved back and away from the pile. Liam just stood there, staring at the hand, breathing heavily, ready to snap at any given moment.

“That’s her…that bitch they called Drop Dead Anne” Liam mumbled. Troy and Hannah were scared by what they were seeing, all of intoxication from the alcohol had completely disappeared, and fear had taken over.

Everything was quiet, all that could be heard was Liam’s constant breathing. Troy and Hannah jumped out of their skin when Liam suddenly rushed over to a shelf and grabbed a petrol can. He sloshed it all over the pile of wood and took out a box of matches from his pocket. He scratched its head against the side and stared at the flame for a moment,

“You’re burning in hell Anne, now your burning up here” He said quietly, and then threw the match onto the pile. Within seconds, the flames were beginning to engulf the room. Liam, Troy and Hannah then all ran out of the old house, leaving it to burn.

The next day, the all woke up in Troy’s apartment. They were all on Troy’s bed, nursing their heads.

“I can’t believe what you did last night” Said a very groggy Hannah.

“The bitch deserved it, she killed my sister” Said Liam, with a small tear running down his cheek. Troy put his arm around Liam to comfort him, Liam didn’t take any notice. Hannah sighed and looked down at her watch,

“Sorry Liam, but I’ve got to go” She said softly, Liam nodded his head and Hannah left. Not long after, Troy left too, Liam sat on his bed alone, sobbing.

Eventually, he dragged himself from the bed and ran himself a nice, warm shower. He put his hands through his hair and sighed. He went back to his bed, took his clothes off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He once again entered the bathroom, took the towel from his waist and stepped into the shower. The warm water sprayed onto his body and relaxed his muscles. As he stood under the constant downpour of water, a faint voice whispered out to him from the plughole,

Liam…

The water was crashing down against the bathtub so loud that the voice couldn’t be heard,

Liam…

It was slightly louder that time,

I killed your sister Liam…

It was much louder that time, and Liam heard it. He quickly turned the water off and listened out for it again,

Liam…

It was quieter now, like a gentle whispering. Liam got down on all fours and put his ear to the plughole. It was silent, as he went to get back to his feet, the shower suddenly switched on, full blast, and it was freezing cold. Liam screamed as the cold penetrated his muscles and made his bones shiver. He then saw the bottom of the bathtub becoming a bright red. He looked up and saw a shower of cold, crimson blood falling onto him. Liam let out a horrific scream and the shower curtain was pulled across, he looked up and saw a hooded figure looking down at him. The blood was spitting down at him, as the figure looked down at him. Liam’s bloodcurdling scream echoed around the apartment block.

Hannah got back to her apartment, as she put the key in the door; she heard the giggle of a small girl coming from inside. Hannah slowly turned the key and quietly pushed the door open and looked inside. She could see the shape of a person, sitting down in the kitchen, rocking back and forth, giggling maniacally. Hannah fell completely silent; she slowly entered the room, being as quiet as possible. She carefully pushed the door shut and stared at the sitting person, rocking back and forth.

Hannah reached over to a small table and picked up a letter-opener, breathing heavily, with ever step her fear becoming more intense. The lump in her throat tightening, she didn’t want to know who it was, but she was compelled.

“I see you” Said a sweet, soft voice. Hannah screamed, the person sitting in front of her stopped rocking back and forth.

“Who are you?” Hannah said, every part of her body trembling.

“They called me…” Began the sweet voice, the person then spun around “Drop dead Anne” She spat. Hannah looked at the face of a teenage girl, with long black hair and a large overcoat covering the rest of her body. The girl reached out toward Hannah with a hand which slowly went pale, just like the rest of her skin, Hannah backed away and dropped the letter-opener. The skin on Anne’s hand then began to turn red, then black, and began to peel from her flesh, as did the rest of her.

Hannah stepped back quickly and fell back. She quickly sat up and saw that Anne was gone. Hannah was breathing heavily and searched around the room for Anne. Hannah quickly got to her feet and rushed to the door, she grasped the door handle and a searing pain shot across her hand. The handle was burning hot and began to smoke. The walls then began to shatter and crumble all around her, Hannah span around, her mind was stretching to its limits try to comprehend what was happening. A glass chandelier that was above Hannah then came loose and the sharply cut droplets fell onto her, slicing her body. The centre piece of the chandelier then impaled Hannah’s skull. The rest of the room crumbled and buried Hannah’s body.

Troy sat on the end of his bed, smoking a cigarette, his mind focuses on what Liam had done the night before. He took one last puff and dropped the rest of the cigarette into the ashtray on his lap. He got up and placed the ashtray on the bed, he walked into his kitchen. He opened the fridge and looked inside; as he reached for the carton of milk, he smelt smoke. He poked his head out from behind the fridge door and saw his bed aflame. Lying on the bed was the body of a young girl,

“Anne” Troy whispered. The flames suddenly shot to the ceiling and the body was missing. Troy looked on in amazement, but didn’t realise that Anne was standing behind him, raising an ice-pick into the air.

Drop Dead Anne, The Sixth Short Story By Divine-Insanity