Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Bludgeon the Story

He pulls the hammer back, blood dripping from its face, and brings it down onto the man’s head. Blood sprays from the impact point, and the man poorly attempts to shield his face. Once more, he pulls back, and again drives it into his skull.

“Fix that one, handyman.”

“DEREK! M-My GOD! What’ve you DONE?”

He turns around, shocked. “F-Fi-Fiona, I thought you’d gone?”

“I-I-I forgot my phone and came back to get it.”

“It’s not what it looks like! I can explain everything!” he says, scrambling to his feet. He drops the hammer in the process and rushes toward Fiona.

“I don’t want to know, just stay away from me!” she says, thrusting her palms toward him in a futile attempt to keep him away. He grabs hold of her wrists, gripping them tightly and pulling her close.

“It’s too late for that. You need to listen to what I’ve got to say, I need you to. I can’t let you walk out—not after seeing this,” he says, foam forming at the corners of his mouth. His eyes dart wildly around their sockets. “You have to listen to me. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to do something to you that I won’t be proud of. Not that I’m proud of this,” he adds, glancing over his shoulder at the mangled body.

“P-Please, D-D-Derek, don’t do this. I promise I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” she pleads, tears streaming down her face.

“I can’t take that chance. I have to know I can trust you. If not… well, I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’? What the fuck are you trying to say?”

“Really? Am I gonna have to spell it out for you? I’m gonna kill you. Is that what you want to hear?”

“WHY! DEREK, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” she screams, struggling to free herself from his grip. He squeezes harder and pulls her to the ground, driving a knee into her throat.

“He was making me look bad—fixing everything, laughing about it, making jokes with everyone. It was like he did it on purpose. So I decided to confront him. That was all. It was never meant to go the way it did. I just wanted him to stop,” he says, wiping tears from his face. “He laughed at me, told me to grow up, to take it like a man. Then he said, ‘If you can’t fix your wife, I’m happy to help with that too.’ That’s when I lost it. I grabbed the hammer and hit him. At first, he just sort of shrugged it off, called me a cunt. Then I hit him again. And I kept hitting him until he was dead.”

“I-I-I believe you, Derek, I really do,” she whispers softly. “Can you let me up now?”

“I’m sorry, Fiona,” he says, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at her. “But I’ve got no choice,” he says, pulling back the hammer and driving it downwards.