HAVEN OF HORROR: HORROR SHORT STORY, PART V

WARNING

This story contains an ‘F Bomb’ which, in today’s publications, is not a rare occurrence. If you read The New Yorker, among other publications, you are aware of this. Also, sensitive people may find the theme of this story disturbing.

                                                HAVEN OF HORROR

The couple nodded and she poured them each a glass.

Sipping, Karen said, “This is excellent wine.” But she soon noticed her vision begin to blur and she slumped to the floor. After a short time, Jeff joined her.

When they first arrived, they noticed a strange structure in the town park. It had uprights maybe seven feet tall and a crossbar of perhaps ten feet. Karen asked Jeff, “What do you think that is for?”

“I have no idea”, he said. “Can’t be for kids. Can’t be for anyone.”

Now they had the answer. They were hung suspended from the structure by the wrists, naked.

Jeff screamed, “What the hell is going on. Where are the police?”

An old man approached them and said, “I’m the police. What seems to be the problem?”

Jeff saw that something about the man wasn’t quite right. It was his face. It appeared a little ‘wrong’.