I Know What You Did

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Its complexion was bloody, dead eyes, with a smirk that would shatter the worst soul. The evil laughter and look of exhilaration to do more turn my soul to shiver.

It had to be the monster that destroyed my most wonderful husband, Drew. He lay on the floor, oozing blood out of his lifeless body. If only the monster had not come out to play. Sitting there motionless and paralyzed by my weakened bones. Hearing Drew's screams and saying my name was his last forgiving sacrifice before his body went limp from the cold blade of the executioner's ax.

My feet were stuck to the floor as the monster walked around the room with a cackle of an evil witch. All it repeated were the words, "I know what you did; I know what you did." My bones lost all strength to run out of the room from this awful bloody murder. Yet, my eyes just kept a dead stare at the very thing that ruined my life.

He was such a gentleman with so much understanding, and to die in such barbaric terms seemed cruel. I finally mustered with my last strength, "I did not do anything; you did." It raised its blood-covered head and lean but agile posture. The dead eyes looked at blood-painted walls and ceiling, licking the blood around their lips. "Are you sure about that, silly Felicity?" the boney fingers writing on the wall; I know what you did.

Tears of fear ran down my face, and all I could do was remember my mother; she would look at me while drunk. It was the same dead eyes with no emotion. Picking up anything her angry hands could find, then beat me with my little body bruised lying on the floor, though I never remembered the pain till afterward. My mother would say," See, this is what you get for driving your father away."

The being kept going around the room, delighting itself in the chaos and gore of death. Then, finally, the thing came towards me, blood even in its teeth. "This better be cleaned up by the time I come back; make sure the body is buried deep in the ground, and clean yourself up; you are a pathetic weakling," The monster grinned evilly. "Do not even think about trying to escape or call the police; I will always be able to find you." It swiftly struts out to the door with even a larger cackle.

My heart settled with the quiet that came upon the room. The room was still a massacre, but the monster would be back. Drew was gone, and I could only see what I had lost. The darkness crept in, and the chill from hours earlier weighed on me.

The hole was needed, and finding the shovel in his dark shed was a chore. The tears finally came with the flow of the emotion. It all happened so fast, and the quiet would only last so long. The coyotes yelp with a merciless cry; the dirt would not move on its own. The choices were slim, and I knew that I could be next. The shovel kept moving the soil to form the hole.

Emotion was high in the darkness with the faint light of the cabin and the dying batteries of the flashlight. I was already a mess, so some dirt did not make a difference. Blood stains all over the clothing were only adding soil. All the noise was less scary and trying to say goodbye to the most wonderful man I had met.

Fear was still there, and not sure if calling the cops would make me sound crazier. I would be the first suspect, and no one would believe the monster existed. Now all the mess had to be cleaned up if I was to survive. The dirt was flying, and the hole was big enough to fit my strapping six-foot-tall man. This was the easiest part being at least five feet deep, and I drowned out the sounds of the night.

It was quiet here, and the neighbors were miles away. Now for the task of getting the body to the grave. He was at least twice my weight and all dead weight now. Scrounging for more batteries to look for the old wheel barrel that still was not fixed.

The house was even more depressing as I reentered blood painted room. In the cabinet were all the batteries, but his weight was difficult to move. So finally, I pushed his lifeless legs out of the way to have the light needed.

I was now covered, and trying to move him was almost impossible. The wobbly wheel was not helping to place a full-size man in to move him outside. Some leverage helped, but I felt numb, and still, much was running through my head. I then determined to defeat the monster and report them for the murder of Drew.

First, getting his torso, so his limbs fell in. The rope helped as I lay the wheel barrel to the side. I pulled with all my strength and barely got him in there. Still, the wobbly wheel was even more difficult. His weight was tipping the wheel barrel, but I could hardly get to the hole before the wheel barrel finally tipped over. The ropes around my shoulders were the only safe way to get him in the spot. He was more a burden dead than alive. His face looked cold as I kissed him one last time. I whispered, "I am so sorry; I love you."

The darkness was deep, and I was ready to clean up by putting the wheel barrel back. Pushing it became more manageable, and the old shed. It was getting late, and I was filthy and wanted to get Drew's blood and dirt off me. My thoughts were racing as I entered the cabin.

It was now time for a complete breakdown. Finally, I could think, but the memories were still flooding in. I saw the ax on the floor. My thoughts turned to me swinging it, but I would never do that. I just missed Drew and wished it was a horrible dream. The shower was the next place to clear me of blood and dirt.

My skin never felt clean, but I could not stop crying. This was our dream place, and now I was afraid and alone. Without Drew, I was nothing. The blood ran through the drain, but my hands never felt clean. I stood there for the longest time, trying to reflect on the moments that went wrong.

I was trying to plot the end of that evil monster and finally get justice for Drew. I finally pulled my will to go back into the blood bath. I pulled out the cleaning supplies and started to scrub the walls. My hand could hardly touch the blood, and I had to distance myself from the fact. The ceiling was covered, and I had to get the ladder out of the shed. Sleep was not coming one way or the other. It was better to clean and ease my mind the best I could.

The light was coming through the window after I was awakened by the door opening. I hoped Drew would walk through the door, but I saw the bloody fingers before anything else. My heart sank when I saw the beast smirk at me again. I located Drew's gun in my waistband but decided not to be hasty. "I thought I told you to clean this place," the monster retorted. The room was still messy, but the blood had dried, and I had worked all night. My face looked faint, and I was just waking up.

"Sweet Felicity, I know what you did, and I will report you myself," said the monster. "I did nothing, and why not kill me now, getting it over with," I replied. "As much as that would please me, we are inseparable," responded the monster. "He was in the way of us on top of his affair." The beast continued to examine the room. "Well, at least the body is out of here," said the monster. I just looked, and my heart was not racing but full of anger. I just submitted to the beast for now to see its weaknesses.

The blood-soaked monster was still unrecognizable as it walked around the room. Suddenly the phone rang; I picked up the phone so very carefully to watch what the thing would do to me. A woman's voice asked for Drew. All I could think was, "he is not available and outside doing some chores." The voice asked. "Is this Felicity?" My thoughts raced, not knowing who this person was, and they knew my name. Under pressure from the monster, I simply answered, "Yes, and who is calling?" The caller said," This a private matter, and remind him of today's appointment." "Also, give me a call before he comes in," the caller ended. I replied," I will let him know when he returns." "Thanks; you know you can always come with him, Felicity," the voice replied. My only answer was, "thanks for calling, and I will let him know." Finally, sitting in the chair, my breath returned, and the monster still unsettled my mind.

"You handled that well even though you cannot lie," the monster just stared. "How do you know that?" I explained. "I know you better than anyone," the creature laughed. A cold sweat started on my skin. "You know I have a name, Aegis," replied the monster. "How do you know me and the same with that woman on the phone," I answered. "That is not important right now, Felicity!" screamed Aegis. Slowly I slinked back to the kitchen, feeling threatened by Aegis or whatever the thing was.

This time fear was not holding me back. My weary eyes settle on the knife left in the sink. My anger and fear that this time Aegis was coming for me. My hands sweated and focused so I could not miss the murderous monster. Aegis just looked at me when I entered the room. "You think you can destroy me? I can take all pain and not feel a thing," Aegis returned. "Just try, and you will end up hurting yourself," Aegis continued.

"You killed Drew, you freak," I yelled back. "Did I?" Aegis replied. "Or do you fully remember about the affair thing, Felicity?" Aegis came back. "No, I would never hurt him; I loved him," I yelled. "Are you sure you are not a monster when you get jealous?" Aegis started to cackle, "Just try remembering that night and the fight with Drew." "I am not your enemy, Felicity," Aegis said.

"Lies and craziness are all you have," I came back. "I know what you did," Aegis came back. My veins were ready to burst, and my anger heated to being accused of such things. The knife suddenly plunged towards Aegis. Aegis just laughed as I felt the pain. Aegis slowly retreated to the mirror with the dead eyes of evil.

The mirror was its retreat, and I was going to destroy it. The crash of glass was heard throughout the house. The laugh continued into the bathroom, and the evil Aegis showed up in that mirror, saying, "I know what you did." My mind was blown, and another mirror was shattered. Aegis jumped from mirror to mirror till all were destroyed. Shards of glass were as plethora as the blood in the half-cleaned living room.

"So, you think you can hurt me," Aegis came out of the kitchen with another knife. "Both of us can play this game," it continued. The blood flowed greater as we started to swing each other. The walls were repainted as the blows hit, and the sick Aegis showed no signs of slowing down. Swing after swing was not stopping me from stopping the murderer of my husband. The wounds and blood loss were not interrupting the adrenaline rush. I was going to destroy Aegis from killing anyone else.

The madness continued into the living room, and all the cleanup was futile. Both of us were at war, and I was coming out on top. It gained a good blow, but the door blocked another. "I know what you did," Aegis repeatedly said with its bloody teeth. Finally, I escaped outside from its powerful blows.

"Who do you think I am?" Aegis continued. The battle continued into the yard, with the blood trail everywhere. I finally had it with an open blow, but nothing defeated this beast. My foot slipped as I fell into his hole with the cold body. It stood over me with an evil smile on its face.

Droplets of rain started to fall from the dooming dark clouds. The blood was being washed off Aegis's face. "I should look familiar to you; after all, I took the blows your mother gave," said Aegis. "You were always too weak and sensitive," it continued as it looked more like me with the heavier rains. Aegis said, "he was going to get rid of me, but I lied about the affair."

"You went crazy, and all I had to was watch his body go limp from you holding the ax." It finally said. The memories flooded back with Drew trying denial of any affair. He kept yelling my name, but I grabbed the ax and started swinging with little resistance.

"I will not let you get away with this," as I pulled out Drew's gun and pointed it straight at Aegis. It laughed and said, "just try it, weakling; you hurt me, then you hurt yourself." I do not believe you," I responded. "This is going to end now," I said, pulling the trigger. I could feel my body limp as the world went dark, seeing Aegis fade with me smiling.

Hours later, police lights flashed at a cabin for a welfare check. A blood trail from a grave to the house was discovered on the property. More flashing lights arrived when Detective Clark left his car to see the crime scene tape at the lonely cabin. The blood bath disturbed even the most seasoned cops on the scene. The medical examiner was dismayed to see the bodies. "What do we have here?" asked the detective. "Two bodies, Drew and Felicity Quire, male with the blunt force of an ax and female with a shot through the head." "Possible murder-suicide this time." The medical examiner compiled. "Gun and knife found in the grave near the wife." The medical examiner continued, "superficial stab wounds were found on the wife before death."

Detective Clark then checked out the house, with blood and glass everywhere. The only thing he could think of was what had happened in this house in the last twenty-four hours. Then, finally, one of the crime scene technicians called for him, "I found some cameras hidden throughout the house." "We could get the whole murder on camera this time." The rooms were covered in blood, and the mirrors were all broken in every room with one. The scene was gruesome and hardly cleaned up.

Detective Clark could no longer handle the scene and headed back to the station, awaiting the camera footage of the house. Cynthia Bergone, a local psychiatrist, came to the station with a file on Drew Quire. Clark just had her come to an interrogation room. She started, "Here are some copies of the camera footage from weeks ago. Felicity was acting strange, and he was trying to have her come to an appointment." "She would lose her memory after becoming abusive at times." "I talked to her earlier, but she sounded like something was happening." "I called for the welfare check to ensure everything was okay but arrived later to find crime scene tape." "Drew admitted that she had been abused by her mother when she was young."

Clark grinned, stating, "they had been having problems after all." Bergone said, "he missed his regular appointment, and I felt something was wrong, and he was starting to fear her." "Thank you for the information, and we are getting the footage any time now," stated Clark. "You can go now." His mind wondered if there was more to this story but reflected on the psychiatrist's words.

Maybe she was a nut case that went off on him. He checked the email, and there was the footage from when Drew and Felicity moved to the cabin. It did show an argument about some affair and with phone records in front of him. He was only calling Bergone. He saw Felicity grab the ax he had brought in and blood just one room.

She looked in a mirror and acted like someone else was with her. She was gone out to dig a hole, then pushed her husband's body in a wobbly wheel barrel to dump in his new grave. She attempted to clean up after a shower and then passed out. His stomach turned at the site of the massacre.

She then acted to see someone again and grabbed a knife as if she was going to defend herself; she kept stabbing the different mirrors till they were gone. She continued to stab herself, going outside and falling into her husband's grave. She then shot the gun at herself, ending the bloody saga. No one else was in the house, and she just went nuts. His job was simply to file as a murder-suicide, and he was glad his wife was ordinary.