Haunting Irony
By
Joseph Alan
Gharagheer
Lacey hated Halloween. The events that transpired in her
life on that day were almost unspeakable, and caused her complete and utter
ruin. The only thing the poor girl wanted more than to forget about it
altogether was to put an end to the thing that made her hate the day in the
first place.
In order to have a better understanding of why Lacey felt so
strongly about a day that most people associated with fun and happiness, one
must first be provided with her gruesome back story. It was several years prior
that Lacey’s comfortable life was ripped away from her. Everything she had come
to know in growing up, every piece of her padded lifestyle, and every true
smile she had ever had no longer meant a thing thanks to this very day.
Two years ago, shortly after Lacey had turned eighteen years
old, she still lived with her father. She was fresh out of High School, and she
had just begun attending a local college, but she saw no point in moving out
just yet. While many adolescents wanted nothing more throughout High School
than to escape their overbearing parents, she actually cared deeply for her
father, and their relationship since her Mother’s passing had only grown
stronger. He singlehandedly raised Lacey on his own, and they had the strongest
of bonds, and really, she saw no reason to leave him to loneliness, at least not
while she was still practically a child.
Lacey loved her father more than anything else in her life,
and she hoped to never lose him. Unfortunately for the poor girl, two
Halloweens ago, that was exactly what transpired. Her father was murdered while
she was out at a party and it shattered her world. What was worse was that it
wasn’t something as simple as being shot. Instead, the man’s body was ripped to
shreds as if it had been gnashed apart by some kind of monster. Strips of flesh
were strewn about the house when Lacey found what was left of her father, and
there was barely enough of his face left for her to discern his identity. His
heart was completely gone, with no trace to where it could have been. Seeing
such carnage in her home destroyed the innocent girl that she was. As
everything she held dear was ripped to shreds around her, she fell into an
emotional darkness that she could never truly climb out from again. Despite all
of the sarcasm and negativity that most people her age carried around with
them, she had been a very positive person, however, her spirit died along with
the rest of the goodness in her life.
It wasn’t long before Lacey dropped out of college and got
an apartment of her own. It was tough, but she couldn’t live in that house any
longer. The memories she had were too painful, and it was bad enough with the
vivid images of what became of her dear father burned into her mind without
passing through the room. She could still imagine the bloodstained walls and
carpet, and calling that haunted place home wasn’t something she could bring
herself to do.
The following Halloween she spent her time with her
childhood friend Rachel. Although she had alienated herself from just about
everyone that she had associated with before her traumatic experience, Rachel
still stood by her. They had been friends for so much of their lifetime, and
she agreed to give up having any fun on Halloween night and instead of going
out with other people their age, she stayed over at Lacey’s place to keep an
eye on her.
The trauma had many negative effects on Lacey, but it didn’t
make her unreasonable. It wasn’t like she was necessarily frightened that she
was in any danger by being alone. She didn’t think that there was someone out
to get her, especially because the attack on her father was so clearly caused
by some kind of animal. She didn’t fear that anything would happen to her, but
her own mind was scary enough that she would rather have someone she trusted
nearby to distract her. As the day had drawn nearer, she felt herself being
pulled closer and closer to the axis of insanity and she needed to keep her
emotions and mind intact if she wanted to successfully make it through the
horrid holiday.
Her mind did get the best of her, however, and images of her
frayed father filled her mind, giving her migraines to accompany her emotional
pain. She ended up laying down to rest while Rachel promised to remain in the
living room in case she was needed. Lacey filled her feathered pillows with
tears much like those they had grown so accustomed to throughout the year since
her patriarch’s passing. Memories of the man who raised her carried her off
into a saddened slumber, and she slept for several hours before waking.
Lacey woke up knowing her life couldn’t get any worse, and
she would have been a lucky girl if that had only been the truth. At midnight
she fell to her knees in her living room, her psyche in shambles, viewing a
repeat of what had happened to her the previous year. Rachel’s golden blonde
hair was the most recognizable thing, strewn about the room, stuck to different
furniture and walls by chunks of bloodied scalp. Lacey fell forward, her hands
shaking above Rachel’s open ribcage. Despite the gore, Lacey had to search. She
had to know. Through everything, all of the torn flesh and bloodied, broken
bones, she couldn’t find her old friend’s heart anywhere. She simultaneously vomited
and cried uncontrollably until help arrived.
This year was going to be different. Whatever monster
haunted her, she wouldn’t let it get away with it again. She had left her old
town for a year after the incident with Rachel, only just now returning on her
least favorite day, Halloween. She made her presence known, certain that
whoever it was that wanted to continuously torture her soul would come for her.
She was counting on it anyways. She checked into a motel room and she waited.
After everything she had been through, her mind had become her enemy. She tried
to keep herself steady, but the smallest of triggers had the capability of
tossing her into a relapse. On this day, however, she vowed to keep herself
together. She had to get revenge. For her father, and for Rachel, she had to
exact vengeance. It wasn’t an option. She would end this monster’s reign this
year no matter what.
She sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for something to
happen. It was Halloween. Something had to happen. Anything else would be
inconsistent. The silence was deafening to her ears, but it was important that
she concentrated, or at least tried.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Three short knocks came at the door very suddenly, which
made Lacey jump from her seat. She got up, feeling for the knife handle
sticking up out of her boot to be sure it was still there and made her way to
the door. Seeing that it was the sheriff, she opened the door. She let him in,
and tried to listen as he explained that he was coming to check on her. He also
tried to tell her that returning was a bad idea, but her mind was becoming
clouded. She instantly got a terrible migraine and just as she thought she
would pass out, clarity fell upon her instead.
Lacey suddenly remembered everything. She remembered how she
used nothing more than her own teeth and nails to rip her father and friend to
shreds. She remembered the feeling as her fingernails dug into their chests,
ripping apart their warm flesh. She remembered the tears that left the eyes of
the people who thought her a loved one. But most of all, she remembered the
feeling of warm, beating hearts between her teeth. She licked her lips and a
sickening smile spread across her face as she pounced on the unsuspecting
sheriff.
Hours later, Lacey woke up on the bathroom floor of the
motel room. She didn’t remember passing out, but it must have been after a
shower, as she was completely clean. She walked out and what she saw destroyed
her. She had missed it again. She failed herself. She failed her childhood friend.
But most of all, she failed her loving father. Unable to live with what she was
witnessing, she grabbed her knife and raised it to her throat. With a swift
swipe, she spread her own flesh, bleeding herself out in hopes that she could
finally end the terrors that haunted her. She fell to the ground, a final tear
emerging from her eye as she crashed. While she viewed her suicide as a
failure, she had no idea that she was actually avenging her father’s death by
finally killing the monster- herself.
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