Valentine's Day

A short story about a man who wake up the next day and found out his Wife died.

It all happen on February 15th when Fred woke up. Climbing out of bed, he saw his wife starring at him, her eyes are bloody red. She seemed dead. He lifted off the sheets from the bed and saw her, her stomach wide open, her guts and heart sliced apart, her blood dripping from her skin. He went into a deep state of fear**. He was frightened and thinking about what to do, he couldn’t even remember what he did last night on Valentine's day. He thought perhaps he had been drunk or high on some kind of drug that prevented him remembering what he’d done.

"Did I kill my wife? Was my wife bitching at me, that it made me crazy and that I f*****g slice her stomach wide open? I don't know what I did." He thought to himself as he sat on the bed starring at his window.

Fred saw a video recorder still on. He hit play the machine, just to see what he did last night on Valentine's day. It showed him having a wonderful time with his wife. He was drinking. He told her "I love you". He saw a knife in his room, watching as he picked up the knife while he slow danced with her. He sliced her stomach wide open, grabbing her heart and slicing it like a broken heart. Fred started to cry when he looked at the tape. His heart was broken. He couldn't believe that was his Valentine's day. Killing his lovely wife on Valentine's day. He thought about turning himself in to the police or killing himself. He would rather kill himself. He was in a lot of pain. He saw a knife on his bed. He cut his stomach wide open too, so that he can be in hell where he belongs for what he did, while his wife will be in heaven with red roses around her.

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

very demented but very cool piece ..i like turning scared holidays and added a touch of darkness to them..nice job!!!

[Bette]

omg! so gory!lol great imagination though. great one.