Psycho Killers in Love by C. T. Phipps

Author:C. T. Phipps [Phipps, C. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural, slasher
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 2020-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The mask came off the body and revealed a figure that I was momentarily put off by. It was me. There I was, showing signs of being horribly tortured with bruises as well as cuts on every portion of my face as well as a drill hole where my right eye should have been. Just for extra humiliations sake, I was wearing a ball gag as well. It was just the sort of thing that my father would do in order to make sure he made my death as ignominious as possible.

Obviously, I wasn’t dead, but this was something he’d conjured on order to live out the fantasy of murdering me. This was a dream, after all, so he could conjure just about anything in order to satisfy whatever urges he might have. Another reason he might create this was to taunt me and Nancy with the fates that might await us.

“What the hell?” Nancy asked, disgusted by the sight.

“It’s just an illusion,” I said, frowning. “A warning from my father.”

Or a trap.

Ah crap.

The corpse’s left eye opened and he charged at me, his bonds falling away like water. He didn’t move fast enough, though, to avoid being slammed in the face with the briefcase I’d brought with me. The briefcase shattered against the fake me even as he was sent spiraling against the side of the garage wall.

The fake version of me shifted and twisted before morphing back into my father. He was injured with a bloody gash in his chest and burns across his face. His right hand was deformed with a lengthy set of claws and I wondered if he realized he was ripping off one of the slashers he’d disdained as sell-outs.

“Son of a witch!” Nancy said, lifting her polearm.

“Word substitution still counts as swearing!” I said.

“It does not!” Nancy said.

My father proceeded to get up off the ground and reached up to one of his Santa suits, it slid off the rack and slithering on him like an ooze. He then reached over and grabbed the ax, ignoring the claws on his hand (as well as a potential lawsuit).

“Just when I think you can’t get any lower, Junior, you proceed to hide under some whore’s skirt.”

“Skort,” Nancy corrected.

“What?” Billy asked.

“It’s a skirt over a pair of shorts,” Nancy said. “As for the rest, it’s honest work, which I suspect you’ve never done a day of in your life.”

“I was a landscaper!” Billy shouted, grabbing his ax and charging straight at her. Nancy proceeded to impale him with the tip of her polearm, taking full advantage of its reach advantage and knocking his feet out from under him.

That was when Billy changed into a beautiful but severely injured red-headed woman with her hair in a braid. I didn’t recognize her, but she was dressed in a white tennis outfit, splattered with blood. She raised her hand over her face and cried out. “Please, no, Nancy! Don’t hurt me anymore!”

Apparently, the woman was someone that Nancy

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