My brother's girlfriend has a crazy boyriend
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Written by Reddit user /u/decomprosed. All characters in this story are over the age of 21
I wish this wasn't a true story, but it is. God, I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. I'm writing this from a phone, so please bear with me. Hopefully the connection doesn't drop... Reddit is truly my last hope, so I'm praying there's someone out there who can help me somehow.
My family loves Halloween. It's the time of the year when we all feel the most festive. Even mom gets into it, baking horror-themed desserts (Frankenbean pie is my favorite). Dad builds the craziest decorations you've ever seen. And my older brother Ben? He's into it more than any of us.
Ben spends the entire month gearing up. He watches horror movies nonstop, starts working on his costume on October 1st, and sometimes he even decks out his car like a big black cat.
This year, everything turned a little sour.
Over the normal fright night cheer, a black cloud suddenly appeared; Ben's girlfriend Cheryl decided to break up with him. She said that his Halloween obsession had just gone too far, and enough was enough. She went on a sex binge, banging a bunch of random dudes, and then settled down with this guy named Andrew McMahon. Ben came back from her house upset, his eyes glowing bright red from crying. My brother is a tall, elegant man. He usually has a huge, almost inhumanly wide smile plastered on his face at all times. Now, he carried huge bucketfuls of sadness everywhere he went.
I tried to take him to the drive-in for his favorite movie marathon—he cried the whole way through.
I brought him one of mom's Frankenbean pies—he cried into it, making it super soggy.
No matter what I or anyone else did, it just seemed like he couldn't shake the unbearable sadness that had overcome him.
Then, two nights ago, like the passing of a storm into sunny days ahead, he came home all smiles and cheer and Halloween festivities once more.
When I asked him what was up, he said, "Cheryl and I are back together, and we have the perfect couple's costume planned! She forgot all about that silly new boyfriend of hers."
He practically skipped away to the basement.
I was so happy to have my brother back that I didn't even question what'd happened with Cheryl. Until, that is, I went to visit her an hour ago to bring her family one of mom's Frankenbean pies.
Knock. Knock. Knock. I knocked on the door.
Cheryl's dad, Bob, a great big buff man of a dad, answered the door. He'd obviously been crying. He had tear stains on his muscle shirt.
"What's wrong, Mr. Stepson?" I asked.
"Cheryl's missing. We haven't heard from her in days and we're starting to get really worried."
Cheryl is 34, so it didn't seem like that big of a deal, but I dropped the pie and almost had a heart attack. If Cheryl was missing, then why was my brother so happy?
I rushed back to our house as quickly as I could. It had started pouring rain out and thunder and lightning was lighting my path, making every single bush look like a scary horror movie prop or some guy in a hoodie waiting to jump me. I got to our house, flung the front door open, and burst up the stairs into my brother's room. It was empty.
Then... I realized he was in the basement.
I crept down the stairs, avoiding the squeaky one at the top as best as I could. The smell of acrid smoke hit me like a heavyweight championship boxer. Gulping almost cartoonishly, I made my way through the tall racks of old magazines dad keeps down there. Then, I heard him. Cackling. Ben was laughing like a lunatic. I rounded the corner and saw him; he had his back to me, and was bent over a table.
"Ben?..." I called out, tentatively.
He whipped around. He was covered in super realistic looking blood, from head to toe, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"Hey Chappie!" His voice was highpitched, almost comical. He sounded crazed. "Just in time to help me try on my new costume!" He motioned for me to come closer. I walked over, and realized with a fright that the blood was real. It was Cheryl's blood.
Lying on the table behind him, she looked like a broken angel... if angels had no skin and were put through a meat grinder. He'd shaved every single piece of skin off of her body, stitching it together to form a mad looking suit. Her head, separated from her body at the throat, now had a large black handle drilled into the side of it, the type you might see on those plastic pumpkin candy bowls. Into her eyes, he had nailed candy corns, the tip of the disgusting candy splitting her pupil right in half. Each of her teeth was removed, and he had embedded them into her collarbones, spelling out the words "trick or treat". All of her hair was lying in a huge pile at her feet, which he had nailed upside down crosses into, and he had eviscerated her, leaving her guts in a steaming pile on top of her chest.
I gulped, wanting to scream, but I couldn't. He's my brother, after all. My voice, trembling, came out of me tiny and meek, "What are you going as, B-B-Ben?"
"Can't you see, little brother? The Headless Whore's Man, of course! Now help me into this meat suit."
That was ten minutes ago. I came upstairs and washed the blood off and cried a lot, and now I have to live with what he did. My brother killed Cheryl, and I'm afraid I might be next. I'm not sure what to do.
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