Screaming Bones
William "Screech" Screecher
Screech twisted the lock, pushed open the door, and trudged inside. He kicked his muddy boots off to the side and leaned the closed but still dripping umbrella against the wall.
"Ugh" he groaned and stretched out his back then locked up the front door. "I need a stiff one." Screech grumbled and plopped in a ratty old recliner. He grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle off the nightstand and poured in into the glass that had been sitting beside it. "I'm sick of this motha' fuckin' quack bastards." He took a swig from his glass and turned on the TV.
"Let's see what's on Net-dicks tonight." He scrolled through movies and series grunting and growling. "Fuck it, I'm goin' on Hulu." Screech put on an episode of Family Guy, poured another drink, and kicked his feet up. "Ah fuck, I forgot to put the subtitles on." He picked up a pair of dusty, metal rimmed glasses and wiped the lenses on with his red pocket t-shirt. "Can't hear the TV without my spectacles." He chuckled with wheezing breath and plucked out his hearing aids, placing them in a small round container with picture of Darth Vadar.
"William!" He heard Sandra's voice ring through his head like the Victory Bell; Screech shook his head and shuddered. He cracked his neck and turned back to the TV screen.
"It's all in my head." He sucked his teeth and nodded. "Yup. That's it. It's all in my head."
"William! William! How could you do this to me William?" Screech hobbled to his feet wide-eyed, beer gut protruding. He scanned the room with his eyes.
"Sandra?" His voice was sharp and biting. "Where are ya? Ya cunt." He started down the hallway.
"William!" He sneered when he heard Denise's voice. "William! Do you still like it William?"
"God, will you shut the fuck up already?" Screech growled as he peeked into the bathroom. "Where you girlies hiding today?" His vicious smile curved up towards his long, hook nose.
"We're right where you left us William." Screech was stunned when Eliza appeared before him. "Where else would we be silly?" Eliza's complexion was pale; she had refined and delicate bone structure and perfect lips. Her once brown eyes were glossed in greyscale. He stuck his hand right through her translucent frame.
"Ha! Neat." Screech pulled has hand back through and shook it like a wet dog shakes off their wet coat. "Disgusting, but neat." He entered his bedroom, wiping the hand he stuck through Eliza on his jeans. "You little ladies are really starting to get on my nerves. I might have to find ya a new home if you keep this shit up."
"William! William!" His lip curled and he made a low growl when he heard Sandra.
"William!" Screech could recognize her voice any day.
"William!" His palms started sweating when he heard Kendell's voice and he began to fidget
"William!" Screech slapped his hands to his ears when he heard Alice's little voice scream his name.
"William!"
"William! William!"
"William!"
A dozen voices screeching his name. High pitched, tortured screams flooded his brain. Screech clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth still holding his hands to his ears. Screech lifted the trap door on the floor at the back of his walk-in closet and trailed down the stairs.
"That's it!" Screech grumbled as he stuffed the bones from the storage bin at the bottom of the stairs into a large re-usable laundry bag. "I've had it with you evil bitches." He scolded as he shoved artifact after artifact into the bag. "I'm gettin' rid of ya'll once and for all." He sniffed as he pulled the drawstring closed and shouldered the straps.
"William! It's not going to work." Screech shot Eliza a piercing look as she teased him. "You can't get rid of us." He stopped to gaze upon Eliza's ghastly transparency and a shiver slid down his spine.
Screech loaded the laundry bag of bones into his golf cart and drove out to the pound on the far end of his property. He tossed the bag out into the center of the pond and didn't even stay to watch it sink.
When Screech made it back to the house, he locked the doors and cleaned himself up in the shower. The running water sounded like static, but Screech found the white noise comforting after enduring months of non-stop screaming from the girls.
Screech climbed into bed and cuddled up to a pillow that still smelled like Sandra's Vanilla- Almond perfume.
"William!"
"William! William! William!"
"William!" Screech cringed as the voices of the whole dozen pounded against his ear drums. The screams became muffled as he heard Eliza's voice rise above the others in a hushed whisper.
"I told you William," Screech froze as Eliza slid up beside him and spoke directly into his ear, "you can't get rid of us that easy."
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Theresa M Hochstine
Theresa Hochstine is a fiction author in WNY. Specializing in Horror and Cont. fiction, Hochstine offers a unique perspective on modern storytelling. Hochstine has an associate degree in English Literature & working on a bachelors in C.W.
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By Theresa M Hochstine4 years ago in Horror
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