Killing Old Hag
I’m wandering through the frozen foods section in Wal-Mart wearing an ornate aura of nomadism, which masks my wicked intentions. Frozen dinners are the main part of my diet and I love shopping for them.
I’m reading the label on on a box of frozen egg rolls for twenty-five minutes while this vulgar old hag impatiently waits behind me trying to get to the freezer. I notice that she’s wearing sandals, exposing her hideously sickening, fungus encrusted toenails - with transparent skin sheathing purplish dead veins. “Sir. . .Please excuse me.” she says touching my arm.
I pretend to be surprised saying, “Who’s that!”
I step back quickly with my right leg wielding a thickly heeled boot - viciously stomping on her toes, placing all my weight on them. She tries to scream but cannot - hunched over with her hands on her knees. I bounce slightly, my heel still firmly planted on her foot.
“Scream you morbid old hag!” I quietly shrill.
She can barely breathe, much less scream. . .pure terror. My heel finally cuts through to the hard floor - her toes sheared from her repulsively milky foot while a puddle of black blood grew underneath. Mangled skin portions entangled in whole sections of varicose veins lie blood sodden, hanging from her amputated toes.
I’m smiling at her with my mouth, while my eyes stay frozen without emotion. With a look of excruciating pain on her face she clutches her chest; I can actually hear the muffled sound of her ribs breaking as her heart explodes. I pull a thick clump of paper towels from my pocket and wipe my boots.
I begin quickly walking towards the automatic doors and don’t see any store employees. I make it out of there without anyone noticing me - my heart flutters from all the excitement.
The picture I found years ago somewhere on line, if these are your feet or you are the originator of the photo, I’ll give you credit. No old hags were injured in the writing of this story.
BTW- This is an excerpt from one of two books I’ve been writing for over two years. It’s 1st person horror which makes it that much more disturbing. Remember, it’s just fiction…muah hahaha!
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Ummm… yikes. I just happened to be eating when I read this. What did that old hag do to you?
hahahaha…it’s an excerpt from a book I’ve been working on for two years. It’s written in 1st person and people often think it’s something I actually did. I think many people may take it the wrong way! Horror is most effective in 1st person; from the perspective of the killer.
I cannot write anything normal…it doesn’t work for me
Well it took me a few minutes to realize it was fiction, but I didn’t realize it was meant to be an excerpt of something larger. Now I have to go back and see if I missed that somewhere. Alone it stands as a short story fairly well, but I imagine it’s much more power packed within the context of the story. I can appreciate horror! I just didn’t realize that was a genre that you wrote.
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the funny thing is my feet look just like that during the winter….. HA HA, just kidding they look worse…
Peace and hugs Bobby~~
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It was my birthday. I approached the Revellian blog. Ugly feet! I looked at the Revellian pic. Ugly feet lurk behind that jovial face. A great blogger with ugly feet! What caused this … running away from something … running to something … running his blog.
Ugly blog feet. How, when, where and why to the 3rd degree. And then it happened to me. My beautiful feet are turning ugly, warted, swollen. Is it my blogging? Is it the Revellian blog?
I woke up. I was only dreaming? I walked back to my computer limping, then crawling, on ugly feet!
you know i love this… i just love when you write fiction.. you are a trip… i had one piece of this rather “dark” fiction i posted a while back i want to share with you as i don’t know if you saw it or not… heres a link……
“carnage carnivale”
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I knew those were your feet Euroyank! Time to buy some socks buddy
I do write horror but don’t read it often. I like the authors Clive barker and H.P. Lovecraft but the horror genre is kind of goofy in many cases. This is the only excerpt I have published and I had to tone it down a lot for this blog
Those are my real feet…unwashed since 1982…haha! Just teasing! Peace and hugs to you too Judy
Thanks Paisley! I’ll go read your post. The way I see it, a murder is a complete story requiring nothing else
Hi Bobby! Great story! I love how you described the old lady- it makes me picturing her wanting to steal something. So did the fiction ‘you’ managed to sneak something out of the automatic door safely? Can’t wait to read more excerpts.
p/s I’ve got my broadband back!
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Thanks Emila! All I can tell you, is that my book is the most bizarre tale I’ve ever written. I hope I’m done with it this year. Then I’ll get it published…if people aren’t too offended by the subject matter as it it is very disturbing.
The old lady is an innocent victim…my main character is extremely deranged.
So cool that you’re writing a book Bobby! Don think I can write horror stuff. Good luck with the book, when is it gonna be done? How cool would it be to know a published author, don’t forget me when u’re famous k?
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Hahaha…famous?! Yeah right
I could never forget you for anything Genie Princess 
I hope to have one of them done this year!!!!