Two blood drenched tales that interlace sex and death in the most gruesome of ways. In "Mother Knows Best" Gerald is harassed by his mother from beyond the grave... In "Dance of the Gypsy" The past is ready to pay Father Thomas a visit...
Please note that both stories contain graphic content and are not intended for under 18s.
The happiest day of Gerald’s life had been when the lecturer had paired him with Leanne for the computer studies project. He hadn’t cared much for the lesson, but always looked forward to seeing her sat across the room, watching her from his place at the back of the class. Now he was filled with an all consuming dread. He’d have to speak to her.
“I’ve seen you around.” She broke the ice and her voice was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard. “You never say hello.” Her smile made her even more beautiful in his eyes.
“My name’s Gerald.” As the words passed his lips he cursed himself for sounding so dumb. “I know,” she giggled, resting a hand on his arm and he knew that it was love.
Over the weeks that followed he worked on the project and Mother accepted the new friendship. Leanne looked like a good girl that worked hard and, more importantly, didn’t seem to show any romantic interest in her little boy.
With each day Gerald fell more and more in love and he was sure that Leanne felt the same way. She would frequently touch his arm or his hand as they studied and one night she even kissed him good night. It was only the briefest peek on the cheek, but it left him on a cloud that looked down on number nine.
And that was the last time he was allowed to see her.
Mother had seen the act of more than just friends and she did not approve... Not one bit. She'd been wrong about the girl. She was no more than a hussy, only a cheap **** would be so forward with a young man like her Gerald.
“You’re never to see that girl again.” That night the beating came before the sexual advances and Gerald felt hot tears burn his cheeks as mother moaned in ecstasy above him.
The next day he didn’t go to college. Instead he spend the day nursing his wounds and arranging a transfer to a college in the city. It was further to travel, but it made Mother happy.
Over the years he tried to form relationships with other girls, but after meeting Mother he never heard from them again. They promised to call, but Mother was a powerful woman and she used that power to keep Gerald to herself.
She ruled his life in every way, organised it from day to day and he began to hate her for it. In the end he hated her so much that he killed her. He'd to do it, at least that's what he told himself. It was the only way he’d ever have a life he could call his own.