Killer Piper ©MeaganJeffrey 2012
Killer Piper
Note: Do not steal this short story/CreepyPasta. I am the original owner/writer of this story. It has been copywritten and published in Anthology books. You do not have my permission to copy and or take this for your own work or change any of this story. If you do, you will be punished in the court of law.
By Meagan Jeffrey ©2012
Table of contents
Introduction: Page 3
Dedication: Page 4
Chapter One: Ben Page 5
Chapter Two: Ben’s Rats Page 8
Chapter Three: Ben’s Dark Secret Page 11
Chapter Four: Getting The Job Done Page 13
Chapter Five: I Don’t Want To Page 16
Chapter Six: Revenge!! Page 19
Chapter Seven: You Missed Some Page 21
About the Author Page 23
More of Meagan’s Work: Page 24
Introduction
Ben is an attractive young man, a man that is easy on the eyes and easy to fall for. He’s a big city boy who moved to his Grandfather's farm outside a small Alberta town called Ghost Lake. Ben moved there to take over his Grandfather’s rat extermination business because he wasn’t able to do the work anymore.
Ben and his Grandfather had a stressful relationship, he was a moody, mean spirited and just not someone you want to be around. That wasn’t good for business.
With Ben there running the business, it was booming; so was the murder and missing persons rate. The people of Ghost Lake were afraid, whispers were heard all around the town of what they thought was going on and who they thought was the cause of the high crime rate. Was it Ben? Could it be his evil Grandfather? Something more sinister? Find out more in; Killer Piper.
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this book to all those who said I wouldn’t make it, who said I would never be published and that being a writer/Author was a far fetched dream.
I would also like to dedicate this book to my friend G.LB. thank you for giving me the inspiration for this book.
To my children, I love you all so much. You’re all also my inspiration and drive.
To my mom, Pat who passed away April 10, 2004, in Alberta Canada of Brain and Lung cancer. I miss you every second of every day and love you always. May you rest easy.
To my Aunt Pam, we didn’t always get along but I thank you for the push you gave me when I was younger to be strong and always work harder.
To my Grandma, Papa and Oma, I love you dearly.
To my daughter Jessy, you’ve always been my biggest fan.
To my readers and fans; I could NEVER do this without you enjoying my reading and your support. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to publish my work. Thank you.
Killer Piper
Chapter One
Ben
by Meagan Jeffrey ©2012 All Rights Reserved
Ben was the man to call when you had a rat problem. He was the only one really who would come any time day or night to get them. He loved his job and loved rats. Ben didn’t kill the rats he’d remove, though, instead, he would catch them, cage them, then take them back home to his farm outside of town.
Ben lived in a town called Ghost Lake. The town was built around a glacier-fed, man-made lake located approximately forty-five kilometres west of the city of Calgary, Alberta. It was formed in 1929 with the completion of the Ghost Dam and was developed on land leased from the Morley Indians by Calgary Power Ltd. The town was an old and spooky town of 6,700 or so people. Most of the people there would drive to Calgary for work and shopping; it was mostly families of generations who lived in Ghost Lake.
The town had a very haunting tale to it. Only those who had lived there all of their lives knew if the tales were true, but they wouldn’t speak about them. One of the most haunting stories was about children back in the 1940s who had gone missing and were never found. There were nineteen children from 1942-1946 who went missing without a trace. Some said it was the Lake monster, but others believed it was an old man they liked to call the ‘Killer Piper.’
They said he would steal the children from their homes in the night, take them to his farm, and feed them to his rats, who would devour them skin and bone, leaving no trace of them to be found. No one was ever able to prove this, so the man was never held accountable for the missing children. But when the nineteenth child went missing, the townspeople decided that they’d had enough and went to the man’s farm, burned down his barn where he kept all his pet rats, then hanged him in a tree outside of his house. It was said that his ghost still haunted the farm, but no one dared go up there. Except for Ben, who bought the old farm, fixed it up, rebuilt the barn and now lives there.
No one speaks of the story anymore, it’s almost forgotten really. Most people just think that Ben’s farm is haunted but don’t really know by who or why. They’ve just passed the story along from generation to generation and it’s been changed along the way. The streets were busier with happy families, people shopping, going out for coffee, dinners, celebrating, stores were offering lots of sales, promotions and welcoming people in. Flowers, pretty lights, signs, posters strewn the streets, stores, shops and homes. The town had come a long way since its dark, horror days that no one would dare speak of for fear it would come back again.
Ben was a friendly young man, twenty-six years old. He had well-groomed dark hair, brown eyes, was about six feet tall, muscular build, tattoos and always dressed in trendy jeans; some torn, some were faded, and some had paint splatters on them. He was yours all-around country boy. He'd wear nice bright shirts in bright pastel colours, bright blues, greens, purples and orange. He was very trendy, flirty and friendly-looking. Ben wasn’t one of those guys who had a big ego to go with his looks, he was very kind and sensitive. He liked to treat his woman well, take them on nice dates, go for drives and layout on a blanket, under the night sky looking up at the stars. He knew how to romance women but, didn’t get the chance to date as much as he liked to. Mostly because of his job and in part because of his home life.
His Grandfather was very controlling and was also a not so nice fixture at the farmhouse. So, because Ben couldn’t date as much he spent his money on his car. He drove a 1973 Dodge Challenger that he bought for $72,995.00. He repainted it, rebuilt the suspension with new bushings and lowered the ride height. He rebuilt the engine adding 6.1L Hemi. The inside was just as impressive as the outside; if not more so. He had a fully lined cabin with Dynamat and stealth 11-speaker stereo system installed The car was a beautiful paint with a white racing stripe, blue and white leather interior and steering wheel cover, blacked outback and backside windows with the other windows tinted as dark as the law allowed. It was an amazing machine for an amazing looking man.
Ben wasn't a very outgoing guy, he was more secluded, stay to himself type of guy, sort of shy. He was friendly, sweet and kind and with his chiselled good looks he could have any girl he wanted, but he was always single for the most part. He kept his hair clean and neat and facial hair to a minimum or clean-shaven.
Some of the town's people from the coffee shops and stores would always tell him about their single daughters, nieces and other family members hoping to set him up but, Ben never took the bait. People started wondering why he wouldn't want to have a relationship; then one day the man at the local hardware store asked him and found out that Ben did at one point have someone special. He was engaged to a beautiful woman about five years prior to moving to Ghost Lake. She had tragically died in a horrific car accident on the highway. A drunk driver swerved into her lane and hit her head-on, killing her instantly. Ben never recovered from his loss, so he never dated after that. Either way,
Everyone loved him from the moment he moved to Ghost Lake about five years previous from Calgary.
He moved to Ghost Lake because his rat-catching business wasn’t going so well in Calgary with all the other, bigger companies who were willing to kill the rats. Ben was kinder and more humane to them and refused to kill them. Sort of like his grandfather.
So, Ben took his business to Ghost Lake, where he had read online that the town had a bad rat infestation problem. The townspeople were very grateful that he moved there to take the rats out of the town but they didn't know that Ben had a dark secret, he was hoarding the rats in the Quonset on his farm, and keeping them alive.
Chapter two
Ben’s rats
Some of the older folks in town had started to talk about how Ben had mysteriously moved to Ghost Lake with a rat-catching business and how it was too familiar to the old man who had killed the children and they also didn’t know that the old man was Ben’s grandfather. But they didn’t speak outside one another, as not to frighten the other people in town or cause Ben any problems…in case they were wrong. Ben seemed to be such a nice man, a man they’d like to see in town for a long time, and one day pick a nice young lady to settle down with.
Ben had moved outside of town on a 23-acre farm that needed a lot of work and TLC. The fence, or parts of the fence that were standing needed replacing around the farm, there was an old chicken coop in a mess of trees and overgrown grass out back of the house, a white one car garage with no door also out back of the house another two-car garage was off to the side of the house and down the driveway a bit, and a Quonset further down the drive with an old farmer's hand house behind that which needed to be torn down. Soon as Ben bought the farm he started the clean up right away when he wasn't working. He had a huge pile of burnable garbage in an 8 x 10 ft. the hole that was already in the backfield of the farm. Other garbage that wasn't burnable was piled out by the two-car garage for him to load up in his truck and trailer to take to the dump. He'd make about two trips a day. He was going so often they quit making him pay for his loads.
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Ben was out in his barn one nice spring day feeding the rats when his cell phone rang. When he answered, it was a young mother panicking over rats in her house. She was terrified they were going to attack her young infant son and asked Ben to come quickly to kill the rats. Ben hung up with the woman after getting her address and got in his red Dodge Ram 2500 that he used for his work truck and quickly drove to Ghost Lake.
When he arrived at the address, he saw the woman standing in her front yard with her baby in her arms. Ben noticed that the town was always very pretty and happy looking with flowers outside stores and homes, streets were kept very clean, garbage empty and cleaned all the time, pretty bright lights adorn the streets at night. Such a calm and friendly town and it always seemed as if the sun was shining, never a cloud in the sky, or overcast, dark gloomy days. It was almost surreal. When the woman saw Ben's truck pull in her driveway she ran up to Ben’s truck when he parked it in the driveway, hysterical, saying that she refused to go back inside the house until the rats were gone. Ben told her to take her baby down to the local coffee shop and come back in about half an hour. The woman agreed, got in her car, then drove away. Ben retrieved a cage and a bucket out of his truck and went inside the house.
Once inside, he walked around slowly and quietly, listening for the rats. He went into the kitchen, placed the bucket on the table and the cage on the floor. He opened the lid to the bucket and took out a scoop of food, then set it inside the cage and sat in the chair. He began to whistle a soft, slow, very creepy song. After about a minute or two of whistling, the rats came around the corner into the kitchen from down the hall. At first, he only saw two rats, then he saw four babies behind them. They walked right into the cage, started to nibble on the food, then sat down. Ben stood up, closed the cage and gently lifted it up onto the kitchen table. He closed the lid to the bucket and walked through the rest of the house.
He went into the living room, looked at the pictures and photographs hanging on the walls, sitting on tables and shelves. He lifted some to get a closer look and set them back down. Then he went down the hallway leading to the bedrooms. All the bedroom doors were open, so he peeked inside the first room. It was obviously the baby’s room as it had pale blue walls, little teddy bears hanging with balloons and clouds, a fancy wooden crib and matching dresser, changing table and a rocking chair. He didn’t bother to go into the baby’s room. Instead, he walked to the next room, which was the mother’s room. The walls were a dusty rose with a lighter shade of red carpet. There was a beautiful antique wood canopy bed, with gold curtains hanging around it and a red comforter and gold pillowcases. There was a matching antique wood dresser with a big mirror, vanity table and two end tables with some fancy lamps on each of them. He saw a beautiful old jewelry box sitting atop the dresser. He walked over and opened it. Inside were fancy gold and diamond rings, bracelets, necklaces and earrings. He touched a few, held up some, then put them all back. He didn’t take anything. Next, he went to the closet and opened it. He looked inside at all the clothes hanging neatly, then saw an old hatbox sitting all alone on the top shelf. He pulled it down, walked over to the bed, put it on top of the mattress and opened it. He saw inside letters tied together tightly with a red ribbon, photographs under the letters and a ring box. He didn’t untie the letters, but he did read who they were addressed to. The top one said it had been sent to Mr. Dorling. Ben flipped the letters gently and saw they all had the same name to them. He put the letters on the bed next to the hatbox and looked at the photographs. They were very old, black and white photos of a young man and woman. In some they were standing side by side, in others, they were holding hands or kissing. On the back, they all said Mary and Jonathan Dorling. Ben placed the photographs on top of the letters and picked up the ring box; he opened it. Inside was a pair of gold wedding bands. He placed everything back in the hatbox just as it was and returned it to the closet.
He left the room and went back to the kitchen, gathered his cage with rats and bucket, then headed to his truck. He set the cage and bucket in the back seat of the vehicle and stood next to it, waiting for the young mother to come back.
Not long after, the woman returned. She parked her car next to Ben’s truck and before taking her baby out of the car, she asked Ben if he had caught the rats. He told her that there had been a family of rats, that he’d caught them all and she wouldn’t have a rat problem anymore. The woman was very pleased, handed Ben seventy-five dollars and thanked him.
Ben thanked the woman for the money and work, wished her well, then headed back home.
Chapter Three
Ben’s dark secret
Ben took the cage out to the barn and let the rats out into the giant cage he had built for them inside the barn. The barn had 8-foot deep concrete floors and 3 foot thick walls, so the rats couldn’t dig down or out. He had a steel door just behind the wooden doors of the barn, so the rats couldn’t chew through that. Once he let the new rats go inside the giant cage he went inside with them and sat on the floor, shutting the door behind him. The rats would come right up and eat out of his hands and he would smile at them and pet them. He cared very much for these animals and took good care of them.
“Now, guys, be nice to your new roommates. You will all get out of here soon like I promised and do as I told you.” Ben said to the rats. The rats all looked at him, listening intently and they understood him. They all nodded in agreement with him.
Ben stood up and left the barn, shutting the steel door tightly behind him and locking it. He went to his farmhouse, went inside and after taking off his boots, hanging his coat, he went in the kitchen to wash his hands, make a coffee, then went into the living room. He sat on his black leather armchair, setting his coffee on the table next to the chair and picked up a notebook and pen off the table. He opened the book to a list of names and added Susan. He looked at the names in the book with anger in his eyes. There were nineteen names on the list. He closed the book and held it tight in his hand, squeezing it hard, then set it back on the table with the pen next to it. He took a sip of his hot coffee then looked at the elderly man sitting on the black leather sofa across from him. The man was wearing dark blue, dirty overalls with a dark blue, dirty t-shirt under and a red and blue, also dirty lumberjack
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jacket over. His hair, mustache and beard were a mess and unkempt.
“When are you going to get started, Ben? What the hell are you waiting for?” The old man grumbled at him in a raspy voice.
Ben sighed and took another sip of his coffee before answering. “I just got the last one tonight. We will start tomorrow night. I promise. I had to get the last one, you know that. Now relax old man.” Ben snapped back at the man.
Ben was frustrated now, so he got up, took his coffee and went into the kitchen again. He took another sip of his coffee then poured the rest down the sink and set the cup on the counter. He went back into the living room, to cross to go up the stairs to his bedroom and saw the old man was already gone. “Good,” Ben grumbled to himself out loud as he thumped up the stairs.
He went into his bedroom, changed into some boxers and a t-shirt then went into the bathroom, cleaned himself up, brushed his teeth and went
Chapter Four
Getting the job done
The next morning Ben awoke around eleven. He stretched and sat up in his bed. Before he could put his feet on the floor he saw the old man standing in his doorway looking at him. “What do you want now? I just woke up.” Ben snarled at the old man.
“Tonight, you start. Or else.” The old man warned him, then left down the hall.
Ben shook his head and sighed. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower and clean up, get dressed and went out to the barn. He went inside again and sat with the rats. “Tonight is the big night for some of you. I will be taking 15 of you with me tonight, so be ready. We will leave once it's dark and the people of Ghost Lake are sound asleep.” Ben announced to the rats, then stood up and walked out of the barn, locking the doors behind him again.
It was almost midnight before Ben had returned back to the barn for his fifteen rats as he had promised. He held open a big cage and fifteen rats ran inside it without him saying a word. He took the rats with the notebook from the house in hand and closed and locked the barn doors. He loaded the rats into the back seat of his truck and drove into town. He parked on the corner of a nice street lined with old, fancy two or three-story homes. He opened the notebook and looked at the first name on the list, it said Tammy. Ben closed the notebook, sat it on the seat next to him, then leaned back in his seat so he could see the rats in the cage. “Now, you remember what to do?” Ben asked the rats. They all were looking at him and they all nodded, yes. “Okay, no fucking up guys. We have to get through this list.” Ben warned them. He climbed out of the truck and quietly closed his door and opened the back door, took the cage out and shut the door almost without a sound. He walked over to a house with a white picket fence and a red front door with the numbers 2314 on it. He looked down at the rats in the cage, nodded at them, set the cage down and silently opened the cage door. The rats ran out of the cage and right to the house and around to the kitchen window that was left open just enough that they could climb in.
Once inside the rats went to the front door, made a ladder out of themselves and the top two rats unlocked the door for Ben. He silently walked inside and left the door open just a crack. He pointed to the upper floor and the rats ran up with Ben not far behind them. The rats went into the bedroom at the end of the hall and Ben went into the first room. Ben saw a baby sleeping soundly in its crib, tip-toed over to the crib and snatched the baby and ran out of the house to his truck. He ran around to the passenger side of the truck and put the baby in a car seat he had in the back. He quietly shut the door, ran back around to the driver’s side, climbed in and drove away without his lights on and went back to his farm, leaving the rats at the house.
The rats crept into the parents’ room where they were also sound asleep and climbed on top of the bed. The rats surrounded the parents and started to bite their necks hard, deep and fast, blood spraying all over the bedsheets, comforters, walls, floor and the rats. They were biting so hard and fast the man and woman didn’t stand a chance at defending themselves or fleeing. They tried to scream, but their throats were already cut open too deeply to make more than gurgling sounds and gasp for whatever breaths they could before choking on their own blood. Once they were dead, the rats ran over to the dresser, stole whatever jewelry they could, found their wallets and took those as well. They ran out of the house and back to the farm where Ben was already waiting for them.
He was standing outside the barn waiting for the rats to return. When they did they ran up to him and spit out the jewelry and wallets at his feet then ran to the barn door and sat and waited for him to open it. He gathered the items they brought him and opened the door for them. The rats ran back inside and waited again.
Ben didn’t close the door this time. Instead, he went over to the passenger side of the truck, took out the baby and walked over to the barn. Before he went inside he looked behind him at the old man standing at the doorway of his farmhouse watching him. Ben knew he couldn’t piss off the old man, so he turned back around and went inside the barn where the rats were all sitting on their hind legs, waiting for him.
He didn’t look at the crying baby once, he took the baby, placed it on the floor and quickly left the barn, closing and locking the doors behind him. He ran back to the farmhouse, so he wouldn’t have to hear the painful cries of the baby being devoured alive by the hundreds of rats in the barn. He slammed the front door behind him, ran right upstairs to his bedroom, slammed that door and turned on his TV really loud. He sat on the edge of his bed hunched over with his head in his hands.
“I can’t believe you just fucking made me do that. You fucking asshole!!” Ben yelled at the old man who was now standing in his room with him.
“Don’t you talk back to me young man. You know why you have to do this. And if you don’t finish the list, you will be just like them... DEAD! Do you understand me?” The old man snapped back at Ben.
Ben didn’t look at the man, he just sighed and answered, “Yes sir.”
When Ben looked up again the man was gone.
Ben turned his TV down and stood at his bedroom window, he heard nothing, just hissing and squeaking of the rats and silence. He walked back over to his bed, took some sleeping pills from his nightstand and crawled under his blankets and fell asleep.
Chapter Five
I don’t want to!
The next day a mailman had noticed that the front door to the home Ben had been to the night before was open, so he knocked. When no one answered the mailman went inside to see if the family was okay. He walked around the house and when he got to the parent’s room and saw them sprawled out in their blood-soaked bed, he nearly fainted, ran out of the room, down the stairs and out to the street yelling for someone to help him. A neighbour heard his yells, and came out to the mailman, he told them what he saw and they called 9-1-1. A few minutes later, police and ambulance arrived. They carried the dead bodies out on stretchers and took them away to the hospital. The police questioned the mailman, searched the house and soon after that the newspaper and TV crews were there. They interviewed the mailman, took pictures of the house and interviewed the police. That afternoon everyone in the town had known about the tragedy in their town and were frightened.
That night the town was silent, eerie and shut down early. People were afraid and the older people of the town were now whispering about the missing children and killer from the 1940s.
Ben headed back into the town that night with twenty rats this time, and let them go into another house. The same routine, but this time they had to go in through a dog door in the back of the house, run through the house to the front to let him in. Ben was dressed in all black and was very careful not to be seen and parked further away this time. He had seen the news so he knew the people of the town knew what happened. Again he went into the child’s room and snatched a two-year-old girl. Covering her mouth so she couldn’t scream he ran out of the house and down the street to his truck and took her back to his farm; just like the night before with the baby. And just like the night before the rats were left to kill the parents. This time they didn’t just kill them by biting their necks, the had devoured their entire faces to the bone! They again took wallets and jewelry and went back to the farm to a waiting Ben. “What the fuck took you so long?” Ben demanded to know from the rats. The rats just looked at him and spit the wallets and jewelry at him and ran to the barn door that was already waiting open for them. Ben went over to the truck, took out the crying toddler, ran her inside the barn, ran out and closed and locked her inside again. He sprinted into the house, to his room and cranked the volume of his TV and sat on his bed again with his head in hands.
The old man was standing in front of Ben laughing at him. Angry, Ben stood up and yelled at the old man. “What the fuck is so funny? How do you find any humour in this? You, you, asshole?”
The old man wasn’t laughing anymore, he glared at Ben, the hovered over him and said in such a tone that it shook Ben to his soul. “If you ever talk down to me like that again I will not hesitate to fucking kill you.” Then the old man vanished in front of Ben’s eyes. The next thing Ben knew his dresser was flying across his bedroom at him, crashing against the bed and falling on the floor in front of him with a loud bang. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry, Grandfather! I won’t do it again. I am sorry!” Ben said loudly.
The next day the bodies were found and another statement was made on the news. This time the town was in a panic. They were worried about the two missing children and sad and scared about the parents of the children who were brutally attacked. They still didn’t know it was rat attacks yet though.
Now the older people of the town weren’t just whispering about how this was too much like the killings in the 1940s, they were openly speaking about it to everyone and anyone would listen. People were terrified and were making sure all their doors, windows and dog doors were locked uptight.
That night before Ben went back to town for his third name on the list his grandfather had told him he would need to be extra careful and extra fast and he would need to take the glass cutter with him to let the rats in the homes. This time the man wanted Ben to go to the rest of the homes on the list all in one night. Ben was worried he wouldn’t be able to go to seventeen homes in one night without getting caught. But his grandfather told him how to do it and said it would be done.
Ben opened the barn door and whistled that eerie, slow song. Four hundred and fifty rats came out of the barn, all calm and all ready to follow Ben. This time the rats all squeezed in the back of the truck, and some in the back seat and front with Ben. He drove just to the outside of Ghost Lake and let the rats out. House by house on the list Ben went to one of the windows and cut a small hole big enough for the rats to get in. And one by one they went in, let Ben in and killed the parents after he took the toddlers and babies. By the time Ben got to the seventeenth house, he was exhausted, but again, he cut a hole in the window, let the rats in and took the baby. He ran back to his truck with the last baby and loaded it in with the other sixteen children who were scared and crying for their parents. Ben sped away back to the farm and quickly unloaded all the children into the barn. By the time he had the last kids inside the barn, the rats were already back and running inside the barn. Ben closed and locked the doors as before, but this time he got back in his truck and drove as far away from the farm as he could so he wouldn’t hear all the screams and cries of the babies and toddlers being eaten alive by the Four hundred and fifty rats.
His grandfather watched him drive away and was not happy. But he let him go; for now.
The next day people were crying, screaming and there was mass panic all over Ghost Lake. The seventeen families that were attacked were found and the town’s people were not just terrified anymore, they were pissed!
The older people of the town who still remembered the deaths and missing children from the 1940s demanded the town’s people meet at the Hall and listened to what they had to say about the killings and missing children.
All the townspeople gathered in the hall and the 6 eldest people of the town told them about the man who had taken children in the night while they were sleeping back in the 1940s, took them to his farm, the same farm Ben lives at and fed them to his rats. They had said how it’s funny how Ben comes and takes away the rats in the town but no one had ever seen him leave with any rats bodies. They said it was funny how Ben lives at the same farm as the man who killed the nineteen children years ago, how its funny that again there are nineteen children missing, and how a man who apparently didn’t know anything about Ghost Lake just suddenly moved to Ghost Lake from Calgary and bought up the farm that no one would live in since the murderers the missing kids of the 1940s.
Chapter Six
Revenge!!
The town’s people were shocked and furious. They wanted revenge, but they knew they needed proof.
Just then a young policewoman came running in the hall and stood up in front of everyone, waving papers she held in her hands and yelled in anger and fear, “Ben is not some stranger from out of town who just by chance bought the farm and was by chance a rat exterminator. Ben is the great-grandson of Jonathan Dorling! I found all his information in the police database! He is taking his grandfather’s revenge out on the town and killing all those who killed his grandfather in the ‘40s!”
The town’s people in the hall were silent and stunned. They couldn’t believe it was happening to the town again.
The townspeople had made a plan, out of rage to do what the townspeople did back in the 1940s and kill Ben like they killed his grandfather, but this time more brutally!
After a few hours, Ben went back to the farm, sure that it was enough time that he wouldn’t hear any more screams or cries of the children. He parked his truck up close to his house and slowly walked inside to where his very unhappy grandfather was waiting for him.
“You ungrateful shit! Why would you leave?” His grandfather demanded to know.
Ben looked at him and said sadly, “I can’t listen to the cries of the children. I’m not a monster like you.”
Furious, his grandfather vanished again and started to throw around everything in the house. Chairs, dishes, cups, pictures, the TV, tables, sofa, everything was flying across rooms, hitting walls, smashing, crashing, hitting Ben and just missing him. The bed was ducked down in the corner of the living room when he heard something outside his house. He ran to the front door and saw lights of cars coming in his driveway.
His grandfather was standing next to him at the front door window laughing loudly. “They are here to kill you. Just like they killed me.” His grandfather told him still laughing an evil laugh so loud it was deafening.
Ben covered his ears with his hands and yelled, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
His grandfather stopped laughing and vanished again. Rolling his eyes Ben watched as a mob of townspeople got out of their cars and trucks and surrounded his house. They were yelling at him, “KILLER!” and “MURDERER!” and that they were going to burn him alive in his house, slaughter him, beat him to death and hang him like his killer grandfather.
Ben was terrified. He sat with his back against his front door on the floor and just waited for them to come for him. He knew there was nothing else he could do. Then he started to whistle. He whistled that eerie, slow song loudly. The rats heard the song and started to frantic against the concrete floor and walls of the barn. Because all four hundred and fifty of the rats were digging and biting at the same spot the floor eventually cracked and the wall broke, just enough they could get out in small groups. The rats scrambled out of the barn and went for the crowd of townspeople. A few of the people on the outside of the crowd saw the rats coming and started screaming. The people on the inside of the crowd were already pouring gas all around Ben’s house and were ready to set fire to it.
Ben stood up and looked out the front door window and saw people screaming and running from the rats. Then he saw one woman standing there watching him, watching them. She had a lighter in her hand, she walked up to the house where the gas was poured and lit it on fire. She didn’t run, she didn’t scream, she just stood there and watched the fire spread around the house, burning the outside slowly, getting higher and higher.
Ben didn’t back away from the door, he couldn’t move. He was in a trance watching this woman.
The windows of the house cracked and broke from the heat and the fire was seeping into the house, burning walls, floors, ceilings, everything and getting closer to Ben at the front door. He started to cough from the smoke, and his eyes watered. He looked away to rub his eyes and cover his mouth. When he looked back out the window the woman was gone.
His grandfather was standing next to him, smiling. “I knew this would come, they would come and kill you. I needed you to finish what I started and to play out my revenge. You did your job and now, you can forever pay for your sins in hell with me.” His grandfather told him in a mean, evil, emotionless voice.
Ben looked at his grandfather and just smiled. “I knew your plan all along, Grandfather, and that’s why I changed your list. The names on your list weren’t the families of those who killed you long ago. Oh, no. They were the families of your own bloodline!” Ben said now laughing hysterical. His grandfather looked at him with such shock and such pain. He screamed so loud it shook the walls of the house and all the people outside the house and all the rats froze in place. Then he vanished, leaving Ben to burn in the house. Ben whistled his early, slow song, calling all the rats to come into the burning house with him. They all ran inside as fast as they could, the people of the town watching them in confusion, horror, shock and happiness. Once the last rat was inside with him Ben looked out the window one last time and smiled at the people.
They knew he was ending this circle of terror once and for all for them and repaying them for the pain and heartache his grandfather had caused.
The door burst into flames, and they could see flames all around and behind Ben, as the house began to crack and crumble. Ben screamed in pain as he was burnt alive. The people could hear his screams and the screeching of the rats almost all the way until the house was completely engulfed in flames.
The people cheered, clapped and slowly left the farm, left it all to burn.
As time went by the people of the town tore down everything at the farm. Taking away all memories and trace of what went on there. They moved on from the horror and pain of what Ben and his grandfather had done to the town. They rebuilt and started to live happy and normal lives again.
Chapter Seven
You missed some
What they didn’t know was that they didn’t get everything at the farm. Ben had built an underground cellar to the barn that was fireproof, and where he not only had an army of rat down there ready to attack and devour everyone, but he also had the body of his grandfather buried down there, so his soul would never rest and he would always come back and do the same things over and over; always come back and kill off the town’s people. And his grandfather’s ghost was pissed his farm, house, everything was gone and wanted revenge like never before.
He released the rats from the cellar and led them to the outside of town and watched, as thousands of rats attacked, killed, devoured the town’s people alive; every one of them. Everyone young, old, male, female, child, baby, toddler or teen. The rats got every last one. Jonathan stood watching, pleased.
Then he waited for the next group of people to come and start the town all over again.
About the Author
Meagan Jeffrey was born in Calgary Alberta Canada. Raised by her single mother, Pat Jeffrey who passed away in 2004.
Meagan now resides in Claresholm Alberta with her 4 children. Meagan started writing in grade two when her teacher had everyone write short stories. She liked Meagan’s so much it was entered into a contest and won. From then on, Meagan knew writing was her passion.
She has written many poems, has won many various poetry contests and had poems published in Coffee table books.
Meagan went back to school in 2002 to upgrade and take typing/computers. While Meagan was doing that, she submitted a short story to Northland media inc. and had it published. Her first official short story was an erotica one and published in an adult magazine; titled Wonderful weekends in Weyburn.
Meagan was then hired to write monthly for the magazine, this lasted from 2002-2005.
Meagan then found a publisher, Living Dead Press who published horror stories, her favourite, so she contacted them and got her first short horror story published in an anthology; her story was titled Death mall. She continued to write for Living Dead Press from 2009-2015. She also wrote for STFU Publishing, also writing horror stories and getting them published in anthologies.
Meagan will continue to write horror, thriller, gore, zombies, poetry, erotica, articles, blogs and much, much more.
More of Meagan’s work
Untouchable words Volume 1 & 2 available on Amazon
Cinder Zombie available on Amazon
Children with autism & mental health issues, A helpful guide available on Amazon
Killer Piper available on Amazon
A personal interview with Marilyn Monroe available on Amazon
Abuse, I’m a survivor available on Amazon
Bloody Riding Hood Coming soon
Webster’s Ghostly Love coming soon
Untouchable words volume 3 coming soon
Catacomb Murders coming soon
Keep watching for much more of Meagan’s work
You can also go to her writing portfolio that has links to all her ebooks for sale on Amazon as well as work she provides at https://megzfreelancewriting.com/
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