To Have and To Haunt

This is a work of fiction that contains scenes of gore and violence. Please read at your own risk.  

The wreckage is horrific. Broken glass and mangled metal litter the ground around the tracks. The twisted carriages, once illuminated with light and laughter are dark now, a ghostly reminder of the fate of the passengers within. He walks around the ruins, sidestepping a lone shoe, a broken pair of glasses, an open briefcase, papers fluttering away in the breeze.

Looking around he spots her then, laying alone on the cold rain-soaked ground. Her body is contorted in an unnatural position, one arm trapped beneath her, a leg bent askew. Rushing to her side, he holds her face in his hands and sags as despair claims him. His wracking heaves fill the air, his whimpers for his lost love a lonely chorus in the night.

***

He sits up abruptly, the images from his dream slowly fading away. But he knows no matter how much time passes; he will always remember the view of her battered face, the blank stare that emanated from her lifeless eyes. Shivering, he reminds himself it was just a dream and rolls over to kiss his wife’s bare shoulder, letting his lips linger on her soft skin a little longer.

He slips from the warm bed and makes his way to the shower. The sun hasn’t yet risen but dawn blooms outside the window. Although he doesn’t need the light to see, he turns it on to chase away the remaining images of the dark scene and for some much-needed company. As the water warms, he removes his sweat-soaked shirt and boxers and then steadily climbs inside the temperate stream.

He’s rinsing his hair when he feels his wife slide in behind him. Her hands wrap around his torso and he relishes the feel of her flesh on his own. Her hands creep lower to wrap around his hardening cock, and as she strokes him firmly, the dream is all but forgotten. Lost in the power of her caress, he spins around and devours her mouth, taking his time to love each part of her, from head to toe.

When her orgasmic moans fade, he turns off the shower and despite her reluctance, he carries her to the bed before lying her down and plunging into her welcoming body. He takes time making love to her, savouring the pull of her warm pussy around his shaft, the wetness that is revealed by the sucking sound filling the room. When she pulls him into her with her fingernails bared and all but demands that he fuck her, he finally gives in to his desire to take what he wants.

As he is laying sated, she gently kisses his lips before getting up and dressing for the day. She has left for work before he descends the stairs, and although he had hoped to kiss her soft lips once more, he’s content that she knows how he feels. The images from the dream are doing their best to hold onto any fiber he’ll grant them, but he pushes them away. It was only a dream.

***

“Hello!” he says as he walks through the front door, his eyes resting on his wife’s pirse and keys. She was home early, a pleasant surprise. Making his way through the house he checks each room, only to find them all empty. Thinking she maybe went out for a walk, he makes his way to the kitchen to get a bite and finds his wife standing at the sink, peeling potatoes.

He’s certain she wasn’t there when he had checked before, but hurry’s over to her anyway. Nestling his chin in the crook of her neck, he pulls the knife from her hand and while gently placing it on the cutting board, tugs her toward him, leading her up the stairs.

When they reach the top, they hurriedly remove each other’s clothing, all nails and teeth. Their hurried pace is a stark contrast to the gentle lovemaking of this morning. Holding her perky breasts in his large hands, they all but envelope her tender flesh. He massages them before taking her distended nipples in his mouth, one at a time.

She arches her back, presenting herself to him beautifully as he continues to assault her bosom all the while pushing her backward toward the bed. As her knees collide with the mattress, she falls supine with him landing heavily on top.

Their tongues tangle as they pull and pinch each other’s skin. She opens her legs wide and he groans as he sheaths himself in her moist heat. With a fervor that shows his desperation to claim her, he pounds into her, pulling her nipples painfully before flipping her over to slap her backside harshly. He savours the spread of red over her flesh before he drives into her in one fell swoop, resuming his relentless pace.

As he’s grinding himself as deep as her channel will allow, he tugs her hair back to reveal the soft expanse of her neck. Latching his teeth there, he bites her hard, his teeth digging into her supple flesh.

He lets out a low grunt as the doorbell rings, the chime breaking the tension as if they were under a spell. He thinks about not answering when it rings a second time, longer than the first.

“I’ll be right back, hold that thought.”

Throwing on his boxers and trousers, he rushes down the stairs while buttoning his fly. When he makes it to the door shirtless and out of breath, he opens it to find two uniformed officers there.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” He asks tentatively, eyeing the staircase, his mind still on his naked wife.

“Do you mind if we come in? We have some news that shouldn’t be discussed outside.”

Leading the officers to the sitting room, he sits hesitantly and after clearing his throat one officer tells him of a horrendous train accident the evening before.

“What does this have to do with me? As you can tell, I was a bit busy when you arrived.”

“Well, sir. Your wife was on that train. We’ve positively identified her belongings among the wreckage. We believe we’ve recovered her body but will need you to come to identify her. I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”

He blinks at them as if they’re daft and then clears his throat. “I think you’re mistaken gentlemen, my wife is upstairs, waiting for me to return,” he finishes with a knowing smile.

“Oh? We’re sorry to ask, but could you have her come down? So, we can update our file?”

Thinking it’s all a bit odd, he climbs the stairs, ready to apologise, but when he reaches their shared room, it’s empty. The pile of clothing that was there just moments before, holds only his shirt and shoes. All his wife’s clothing is gone.

He checks the adjoining bathroom but also finds it devoid. Walking to the dresser which also serves as a vanity, he sits heavily and wonders aloud, “where could she be?”

He feels her hands clasp his shoulder and looks down to see her delicate fingers kneading gently. When he looks at her reflection in the mirror, he gasps in horror, seeing her face as he had in his dream the night before. On one side the skin is shorn clear off. On the side still intact, she’s as beautiful as always, but she looks sad and forlorn.

He realises then that she has not spoken to him that day. As he takes in the sight of the woman before him, the train crash from the night before returns as does the date they had enjoyed. Her laughter over an overpriced dinner, their stolen kisses beneath the train station lights. The whispered sweet nothings in his ear. It had been their anniversary, of which there will be no more.

For more Haunted posts, or those for Halloween click on the 4thoughts badge, or hit the bullseye.

Looking for more fiction like this? Give A Twisted Fate a try!

Cover image by Skitterphoto from Pexels