FRANK AND MARY GO INSANE AT NEW YEAR
It was New Years Day and Frank and Mary Green had finally arrived at their new home after a long weary drive from London, and for the main part through a massive electric thunderstorm.
They had wed the previous day and were pleased to be at their matrimonial residence where they would be able to relax as a couple and indulge in their sexual fantasies.
The rural property had been left to Mary by here recently deceased maternal grandmother,Matilda De Godchild, and was an eighteenth century tumbledown cottage placed in five acres of land, consisting mainly of cider apple orchards, a large pond and pasture.
The property was located at the edge of a small village and was adjacent to the Anglo Saxon church and cemetery.
Her husband Frank, was artist who had been creating dark and disturbing artwork for a monthly publication,he frowned as he reached the door. He was a troubled man, and had started to privately think that he was going insane due to a supernatural influence, as elements from his recurring nightmare's begin to materialize.
Only the other week he had awoken from a troubled sleep to believe that a witch had entered hid bedroom and was placing a spell on him by waving a wand. When he came to his senses and full consciousness he realised he was in fact with Mary who after late night had come to his bed fully clothed and having awoken early was engaged in a sexual act involving his manhood and the waving of her hand.
At the new maternal home, Frank turned the key in the stiff lock and the door was pushed gingerly open. The property was pitch black and Frank and Mary struggle to find a light switch. As they reach out in to the darkness an ice cold hand gripped Franks arm and as he recoiled in horror, Mary's hand found a switch and the room was suddenly bathed in a dim light.
As they both scanned the room for movement they both quickly realised that they were actually alone, although Frank's frazzled brain struggled to evaluate the strange experience of being gripped by the wrist only seconds earlier.
As he stands still on the stairs he feels a cold sweat drip down his back as he licks his cracked lips with his dry tongue.
As they ascend the staircase they clasped hands and hugged as they reached the landing. Frank moved towards the first bedroom and as he opened the door recoiled in shock as he noticed a severed arm and hand laying on the dusty four poster bed.
Unable to hold back his emotions, Frank burst in to tears and turning from the room hurriedly descended the stairs and ran from the property.
Running from the property Frank was soon standing outside the eighth century church and as he pushed at the large oak door it swung open. He rushed inside and running the length of the aisle stumbled at the alter.
As Frank lifted his head, the last think he saw was a severed arm and hand smash down a heavy silver cross on to his fragile head, smashing his brain to pulp and killing him instantly.
At the entrance to the church his wife Mary slowly entered the building holding a notebook and pencil as the carefully took notes just as a reporter at the scene of a crime would.
The then returned to the cottage to retrieve her mobile phone and dialed the number of Franks boss. After a few rings the phone was answered and Mary went on to explain that Frank had retired due to ill health but she was to continue his work and would be submitting a terrifying tale of witchcraft, disembodied limbs, the church and murder, for publication that month.
She then, in a very familiar way suggested lunch with deceased husbands boss so that they could discuss their next victim and project in time for the summer bumper special just as in previous years, to which his reply was affirmative.
