
Death by Easter Egg
In a town in the northwest of England, the thought of Easter filled the air with excitement. The streets were brightly filled with colorful Easter Eggs, and families buzzed joyously about their Easter preparations. However, hidden in this festive atmosphere was the troubled heart of Jason, a man known to some as Dr. Gloom. He nursed a dark obsession for Betty, a lovely woman whose laughter and kindness made her a outstanding figure in the village. Driven by jealousy and a growing bitterness, Jason plotted to take away the very essence of happiness that Betty embodied. Why? because he seen her talking to a man in the supermarket one day. He meticulously crafted a beautiful Easter egg, a delicious-looking confection that sparkled with promise but was laced with a potent poison that would seal her fate.
One fateful evening, he invited Betty over for what he presented as a romantic dinner. As she arrived, her spirit was bright, unaware of his intentions cloaked beneath his charming smile. The mood was perfect as candlelight flickered softly and the scent of her favorite dish filled the air. After dinner, Jason unveiled his masterpiece. He said that he had made something special just for her while presenting the exquisitely decorated Easter egg. Betty's eyes sparkled with delight and she felt cherished, her heart light and trusting.
“Thank you, Jason! It’s beautiful!” she smiled, taking an eager bite. But as sweetness washed over her, confusion quickly turned to panic. The poison swept through her system and panic gripped her heart. “Jason… I don’t feel well…” she gasped, clutching her stomach. Fear flashed in her eyes as she realized something was horribly wrong.
“Just stay calm; I’ll take you home,” he said smoothly, masking his true emotions as he helped her to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her unsteady form as they made their way to his car. Once inside, Betty leaned heavily against the window, her vibrant spirit slowly slipping away. The poison was working quickly. Jason tightened his hands around the wheel, a mix of excitement and malice welling up inside him.
“Just hang on, Betty. We’ll be home soon,” he reassured her, driving slowly while savoring the thrill of control. As they wound through the dimly lit streets, Betty struggled to keep her eyes open, the world around her blurring and fading. Desperation filled her as she fought against it.
“Jason, I can’t breathe,” she managed to choke out, panic rising in her voice. Her vision dimmed, and she felt herself slipping away, the vibrant life she embodied now being devoured by an unseen force.
“Almost there,” Jason said, a dark satisfaction curling his lips. He was happy, reveling in the power he held over her. As they approached her flat, he felt a rush of triumph; this was the culmination of his twisted plan.
With great effort, he helped Betty out of the car and into her apartment. The door barely closed behind them when she crumpled to the floor, gasping for air.
Jason watched as she writhed on the ground, feigning concern while inside, he felt an exhilarating thrill. “Just breathe, Betty. It’ll be okay,” he said, unable to hide the smirk that crept onto his face.
But in the depths of her agony, everything faded to black. Betty was gone.
Hours later, Lucy, a flatmate who had been away for the weekend, returned home to an eerie silence. She stepped into the flat, her heart racing as she sensed that something was wrong. “Betty?” she called out, unease creeping into her voice. When she reached the living room, her heart sank as she found Betty lying motionless on the floor, the evidence of the poisoned Easter egg scattered nearby.
Panic surged through Lucy as she called for help, desperately trying to revive her friend, but it was too late. The ambulance arrived, followed by the police, and the scene quickly transformed into one of chaos and horror.
Detective Carver arrived on the scene, determined to uncover the truth behind Betty's untimely death. As he pieced together the events, he learned of Jason’s visit earlier that evening. A neighbour had told them she was ok earlier. He had seen Jason her boyfriend, he was entering the flat with her, as he brought her home. She was staggering as if drunk. They tracked Jason down and went to his flat, and the officers knocked firmly at the door.
“Jason Lennox! Open up!” Carver shouted, and after a tense moment, the door creaked open. Two officers entered cautiously, while another remained outside, keeping a lookout.
As they questioned Jason about Betty, Constable Meyer scanned the flat, searching for any clues. But what he found in the upstairs back bedroom left him speechless.
“Detective! You need to see this!” Meyer called out, and Carver rushed up the stairs. Leaving Jason with a officer he had asked to come inside. In the back room, they discovered a collection of Easter eggs lined up neatly on a table alongside various bottles of poison. Jason escaped the police officer ran upstairs to the room the officers where in. He was followed by the other officer.
“Welcome to my Death by Easter Egg story,” Jason sneered, a challenge in his eyes, as the officers processed the shocking discovery. The officer he escaped down stairs handcuffed him. So he would not escape again.
Jason was arrested, the evidence overwhelming against him. During his trial, the village was gripped by the horror of what Jason had done. He was sentenced to life in prison, his dark plans finally brought to justice. Then whispers of his deeds spread quickly among the other inmates.
Three weeks into his sentence, Jason became a target for those who had learned about Betty and the callousness of his crime. In a grim twist of fate, a group of prisoners decided justice would be served in their own way. They cornered him in the showers, taking matters into their hands and ensuring he would never see the light of day again.
The news reported that he had hanged himself, but the truth was far more sinister. The prisoners had taken their revenge, hanging him until his body went limp. When guards finally found him, his lifeless form dangled in the cell, eyes wide open in horror, however a weird smile was on his face. It was as if he reveled in his own dark legacy even in death.
The village mourned Betty, her vibrant spirit extinguished far too soon. Yet, her memory lived on, a vivid reminder of how easily joy can be turned to sorrow and how darkness can hide in the most unexpected places. The tale of “Death by Easter Egg” became a cautionary tale whispered among generations, a chilling reminder to always be wary of the gifts we receive, for some carry deadly secrets hidden within their beauty.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (7)
Very intense and well-written! The story had a haunting vibe from start to finish. You captured the darkness behind a seemingly joyful occasion. Keep sharing more like this!
Very well written
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Great story well written. Kept waiting for the twist that didn't come, but still quite cool. 😉😊
Keep writing such articles.
Interesting article, and this is something strange, usually sending us to enjoy a poem, I know you are exceptional in all aspects of writing, Great!!!!
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