Through The Eyes Of Dereck Fairbrother (a horror story) E-Book

Bernard Morris

• Herausgeber: Bernard Morris
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Dereck Fairbrother's perception of beauty is not like your average person's perception in this little horror story.

Leseprobe

THROUGH THE EYES OF DERECK FAIRBROTHER

a horror story

Bernard Morris

© 2019 Bernard Morris

First Edition

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He was surrounded by internal organs. On the front lawn he lay; hearts, brains, livers and lungs pouring down from the clouds and plopping on to his naked body, slithering over his tingling flesh. Intestines snaked over his face in slippery wriggles, blood streaming from his forehead and down his cheeks, fat and gristle sticking to his eyes. From his blood spattered face the organs slid on to his body, a heart with fatty tissue attached clinging to the hairs on his chest.

The alarm woke him up. He rolled over and reached down the side of the bed. He searched for the clock and turned off the alarm. The time was seven thirty. He could afford another fifteen minutes in bed.

He crawled back under the covers and rolled over to look at his wife. She had only been slightly disturbed by the alarm. Dereck Fairbrother had obtained an erection in his dream and he still had it as he looked at his wife lying there with her face partially concealed by the pillow. A strand of hair was running across her nose and every so often it caused it to twitch. Dereck removed the strand and kissed her on the forehead. She moved slightly and sank her head deeper into the pillow.

Dereck looked at her without any strong feelings of affection and wondered what she may be dreaming of. He once woke up to find that his wife’s pillow was missing and playfully imagined she had dreamt about eating a giant marshmallow. When he saw that the pillow had fallen off the bed he knew for certain she hadn’t eaten it in her sleep. She was dreaming now for there was rapid eye movement going on. Perhaps she was making love to a stranger or fulfilling her desires to make love to somebody whom she secretly admired. Who knows? Who cares?

“Enjoy your dreams, sweetheart,” Dereck said and he kissed her on the forehead again before climbing out of bed.

By the time he had finished his breakfast it was half past eight. He checked the contents of his briefcase to confirm that he had not forgotten anything and when he was satisfied that he had packed everything that he needed he closed the briefcase and placed it down on to the sofa. In front of the lounge mirror he stood and tightened his blue tie to the extent that it almost crushed his larger than average Adam’s apple. He glanced at his watch: twenty seven minutes to nine. There was enough time for him to pop upstairs to see that his four-year-old son was ok.

Craig was lying on his back, arms thrown out. He looked so sweet breathing deeply in sleep. The duvet disturbed through the night, had come down to his waist. Dereck gazed down at his son’s carefree face and gently pulled the duvet up to the boy’s chest. Craig stirred slightly and began to gnash his teeth. Don’t you go dreaming about eating giant marshmallows, Dereck thought to himself. If Dereck didn’t know any better he would have been unnerved by the gnashing of his son’s teeth, but he was aware that the gnashing of teeth is common for children and so he passed it by. Craig twisted his body and settled on his side. Dereck gave him a long affectionate look before leaving the bedroom.

He was halfway down the stairs when he realized he had forgotten to set the alarm for his wife. Her busy day of housework, shopping and looking after Craig began at nine thirty. Dereck cursed his forgetfulness and went back upstairs. He set the alarm and put the clock on the bedside table on his wife’s side of the bed. Just as he placed it down, his wife’s eyes opened.

“Marshmallows,” she mumbled.

“I’ll see you later, love,” Dereck said.

His wife closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow

“What time is it?” she muffled.

“Nearly twenty to nine.”

“Twenty to nine?”

“Yeah.”

She yawned into the pillow.