Post by ladygoldberry on Dec 5, 2006 19:58:22 GMT -5
Death to Daddy
Dave anxiously waited in the empty living room for his father-in-law to open his gift. Now that it was set in stone that Nancy was to inherit the estate and money, from her father, she and her husband were set for life. If only the old man would die! Sweat beaded on Dave's brow as his dark deranged eyes darted from the clock on the wall to the unopened package on the coffee table. As he waited impatiently for the old man to finish making tea Dave's mind wandered to the previous day's events.
An old sign on rusted hinges swung over the entrance to Hexes and Hoaxes creating a screech; almost as if to warn the shoppers of what they may find. Dave had been a long time believer of the unexplained and it wasn't unnatural for him to be seen in such a disdainful place. The doorbell echoed throughout the store as he entered the shop filled with ancient and tropical merchandise, as he stepped onto the wooden worn down floor the old boards creaked below his feet. Dust littered the place claiming it as its second home while it nestled comfortably with shadow upon many objects. Making his way to the counter Dave observed the commodities and knickknacks intrigued with every one. When he finally reached the counter Dave was shocked to see a note held down by a Tiki mug. Sliding the note out from under the mug he pulled up the paper into view.
Dave, I know of what you seek. Take the Tiki mug and leave ten dollars.
(No money, no magic) when you have your father-in-law alone get him to drink tea in this mug and he will die peacefully in his sleep. Good luck.
Turning the mug upside down he read the engraving. To Dad from Dave, 1963-43. So the date was wrong, but surely that didn't matter, the old man wouldn't look on the bottom of the mug anyway.
The tick of the clock on the wall intensified as Dave began to sway his leg back and forth. Finally he was overwhelmed with a vehement desire to get the deed done; he swung himself out of his chair and snatched up the wrapped tiki mug. What happened next played out in Dave's head like a movie set on slow motion, sound muted. He watched intently as his "dad" opened the gift, smiled, and poured his tea into it to show his appreciation. Slowly the mug raised to the old mans mouth. Dave's lips curled in a malevolent grin as he watched the gulps of tea slide down the mans throat. Then, after a few forced pleasant words Dave was out the door and into his car.
That morning Nancy woke to an unpleasant phone call. Collapsing into Dave's arms she sobbed for the loss of her father, and Dave comforted her; all the while feeling quite content with their financial status.
Dave anxiously waited in the empty living room for his father-in-law to open his gift. Now that it was set in stone that Nancy was to inherit the estate and money, from her father, she and her husband were set for life. If only the old man would die! Sweat beaded on Dave's brow as his dark deranged eyes darted from the clock on the wall to the unopened package on the coffee table. As he waited impatiently for the old man to finish making tea Dave's mind wandered to the previous day's events.
An old sign on rusted hinges swung over the entrance to Hexes and Hoaxes creating a screech; almost as if to warn the shoppers of what they may find. Dave had been a long time believer of the unexplained and it wasn't unnatural for him to be seen in such a disdainful place. The doorbell echoed throughout the store as he entered the shop filled with ancient and tropical merchandise, as he stepped onto the wooden worn down floor the old boards creaked below his feet. Dust littered the place claiming it as its second home while it nestled comfortably with shadow upon many objects. Making his way to the counter Dave observed the commodities and knickknacks intrigued with every one. When he finally reached the counter Dave was shocked to see a note held down by a Tiki mug. Sliding the note out from under the mug he pulled up the paper into view.
Dave, I know of what you seek. Take the Tiki mug and leave ten dollars.
(No money, no magic) when you have your father-in-law alone get him to drink tea in this mug and he will die peacefully in his sleep. Good luck.
Turning the mug upside down he read the engraving. To Dad from Dave, 1963-43. So the date was wrong, but surely that didn't matter, the old man wouldn't look on the bottom of the mug anyway.
The tick of the clock on the wall intensified as Dave began to sway his leg back and forth. Finally he was overwhelmed with a vehement desire to get the deed done; he swung himself out of his chair and snatched up the wrapped tiki mug. What happened next played out in Dave's head like a movie set on slow motion, sound muted. He watched intently as his "dad" opened the gift, smiled, and poured his tea into it to show his appreciation. Slowly the mug raised to the old mans mouth. Dave's lips curled in a malevolent grin as he watched the gulps of tea slide down the mans throat. Then, after a few forced pleasant words Dave was out the door and into his car.
That morning Nancy woke to an unpleasant phone call. Collapsing into Dave's arms she sobbed for the loss of her father, and Dave comforted her; all the while feeling quite content with their financial status.