The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

She came into the apartment, sunny and open, with groceries in both arms. She bumped the door shut with her hip and came through the walkway that led to the kitchen, setting the brown paper sacks on the gleaming marble counter top. “Honey?” She could hear slightly muffled giggling coming from the balcony just off the bedroom and went towards the sound, her heart hammering in her chest the closer she came. The two French doors were open and the gauzy curtains danced in a light breeze, giving her occasional glimpses of her husband, laughing, and tossing their young son up in the air, catching him in his big hands. The baby was giggling like mad. She wanted to scream. “Get him off the balcony!” she cried, darting across the room and snatching the baby from her husband’s arm. He looked wounded, and the baby began to cry big, confused tears. She didn’t care. The apartment was eight floors up, and every time she saw him tossed into the air, she could just see him fall… over the

My father in law is a detective. I met him a year ago when my partner introduced me to her family. He’s no Sherlock Holmes, but clever and seasoned one nonetheless. Normally he doesn’t really tell me, or anyone for that matter, about his work, and this Christmas Dinner was the first time I had ever realized what life changing work a detective did. September 3 1991. His first case. He was about 22 at the time, a novice in the field of criminal work. The department were no fools, just letting a newbie go do dangerous work alone, so they assigned him to a more experienced detective. The case was not the typical homicide typically seen in Chicago, but a suicide. Some kid, 16, hung himself, the department told him. They wanted my father in law and his mentor to go and investigate the scene. They were accompanied by a photographer and two others who would do note taking, fingerprints and footprints, measurements, etc.. A typical 5 man team led by my father in law partially, and h

I’ve always hated the human race. Dogs and cats, birds and mice- they’ve always been more righteous than people could ever be. In fact, I hate calling them “humans” or “people.” They don’t deserve such worthy titles. People tell me all the time that I, too, am a “human.” I simply reply, “No, i’m an animal, like you. We’re all scum.” On the other hand, I don’t know why I’m in prison. In my county, it’s legal to bury animals in your yard. — Submitted by: http://natureandnostalgia.tumblr.com/

Why is this happening to me? I’m not a bad person! I’ve never hurt anyone; hell, I’ve never even cheated on a math test! So, why is it here? Why did it choose me? I’m in the hall closet on the second floor, while that “thing” wanders around my home, searching for me! It’s the only place I can hide, the only place I feel safe! I don’t plan on staying here long, just long enough for it to pass me by. Then, I’ll make a run for the front door downstairs! I’d only heard bits and pieces of this thing! This killer! I heard about it on the news, but never thought I’d ever come face to face with it! But here I am, sitting in a closet, hiding from it! But why? I didn’t do anything! It’s not fair! Oh god, I hear it coming up the stairs! Heavy footsteps followed by a loud echoing thud! It’s upstairs, at the end of the hall! Please, I don’t deserve this! I hear slow footsteps and something dragging against the hard wood floor, heading in my direction. My heart feels like it’s going to p

"Have you heard about the Fowl Faced Killer? Apparently, there’s been a string of serial killings all over the country that link back to a guy that wears a leather bird mask. The murders all occur within the last three months. According to investigators, the majority of the victims are chosen at random, the others were witnesses to his crimes. The killer has a reputation for brutally murdering all sixty-five of his victims with a baseball bat. In most of the cases, the victims were bludgeoned to death, and in other cases, they were strangled with the bat. But then there were the more ‘disturbing’ cases, in which the killer would create more gruesomely unique ways to use the bat. It started with Victim Twenty-one, where he choked the victim to death by forcing the handle of the bat down her throat. He’s also known for leaving a similar piece of evidence at each crime scene. A single crow feather, all from the same bird. But what I’ve found the most chilling is the locat

My boyfriend and I own our first flat in England and were pretty excited about it. We have 2 bedrooms and one wasn’t being used, that is until Leon’s (my boyfriend) brother asked if he could stay for the week. Leon and Kyle’s dad recently had a stroke and was in the hospital only half an hour away drive from us and Kyle lived a good 4 hours away so he wanted to stay and see his dad and use our spare room. We both had no problem with it. So Kyle pulls up outside and he has bought his son Corey, who’s 5, with him. Hmm… ok I thought it was just Kyle and I personally didn’t fancy taking care of a kid too. Sounds very mean but I also had this week off and I had planned to go out and see friends, and I didn’t exactly want to be stuck baby-sitting, especially since I never knew Corey was staying over. I don’t really like children and images of him breaking my PS4, messing up my bath bombs and just causing a mess went around in my mind. "It’s only for a week and I promise I wi

We’d always feared that this day would come. But a couple of months ago, it came true. That was when our scientist first spotted the space ship. At first we weren’t sure if it was heading toward us, but today we definitely know that it is. Everybody is at their wits’ ends on what we should do. Some say, ‘shoot it down before it gets here. What if they are bad and want to harm us?’, while others say, ‘let them come and see what they want. Maybe they want to help and show us new technology that could make our lives better.’ Since we’re a civilized culture, we took a world-wide vote, and it was decided to let them land, and to hopefully make peace with these aliens and learn from each other. The ship would arrive in a couple of days. Most of us got ready to welcome the aliens. The thought was that they wouldn’t travel this far to start a war and we clearly would have them out-numbered. However, the others that had believed that the were dangerous were preparing for the worse.

Jeremy sits down on the couch, grabs the remote and turns on the TV. He flips through his recorded shows and clicks on Doomsday Preppers . It’s his favorite show. He’s gotten a lot of great ideas for his bunker from this show. He had just begun to start the third episode when his phone rings. Jeremy ignores it. He hates having his show interrupted. So he lets it go to voice mail, when it starts to ring again. What the hell- I’m not answering it, he thinks. On the 3rd call he finally looks, and it’s his girlfriend, Sarah, who never calls him while she is at work. 'What’s up, babe,' he answers. 'You need to call Adam- he's been trying to call you.' 'Why?' Jeremy asks. 'I don’t know all the details- Adam was pretty hysterical when he called me. All I know is that he's coming to get me and we're coming over,' Sarah replies. Must be serious, Jeremy thinks. ‘Um OK, I’ll call him and find out. Be safe, baby, I love you.’ 'I love you, too,&

Tom wakes up and checks the time of the glowing red numbers in the darkness. They read 3:00am. He laid there for a moment, deciding if he wants to go get something to drink- for some reason, it was hot as hell in his room and his throat was dry. So he pulled the covers off of himself and sits up. The red numbers now read 3:15. Just as he was about to get up, he heard the first gun shot. BOOM! It sounded like it came from his sister’s room. Then there was another shot. BOOM! That shot sounded further down the hall, from his brother’s room. BOOM! BOOM! These two shots was even further down the hall, from the very end where his parents’ room was. Tom didn’t know what to do. Was he next? But why would they skip his room? Tom was paralyzed, and couldn’t move off his bed. But he had to. He plants his feet on the cold, wooden floor and walks to his door and slowly opens it. He doesn’t see anybody, so he moves to his sister’s wide-opened door and looks in. Blood is splattered all over

Suzy finishes her chores, walks into the kitchen and tells her mother that she has finished, before asking if she can go to her friend, Kim’s, house. Her mother agrees and Suzy heads for the door. 'Suzy, stay out of trouble and be careful!' Her mother yells. 'OK, I will!' she yells back. Suzy has just turned 12 and was finally allowed to walk to her friend’s house by herself, but only to the friends that lived close. She decides to cut through an alley Suzy knows she shouldn’t, but it would save her some time. She gets halfway through when she hears something behind her. She turns around to look, and the only thing she sees is a rag coming at her face. ~ Suzy wakes up in a dark cellar. Her hands and feet are tied up and there is tape over her mouth. She looks around, and sees him standing in the corner. He steps out into the dim light and Suzy can see that it’s her neighbor, Dan. He walks over and sits on the bed next to her. He leans over and kisses her che

The world is full of routine, even the most twisted of us have one. Gacy had a routine when he buried all those young men beneath the floorboards.  Wournos had a routine when she blew away her customers, groping, questing parts and all. Gein had a routine as he painstakingly stitched all those various bits of people together, belts of nipples and hand skin gloves. Naturally, I have one too. Mondays typically find me at the gym, though it’s often full of fair weather bunnies who flock in to try and make up for a weekend of overindulgence.  I think they know, though.  Humans, for all their intellectual bluster, are just herd animals like sheep and cattle.  I think they can smell a predator, even on a subconscious level.  Maybe it’s the blood.  The strongest soap and most scalding water can never entirely erase that smell once it’s in deep, once you’re bathed in it over and over. Tuesday is grocery day.  I used to go on Monday, but food stamps and other government assistance

There’s a movie theater in downtown Phoenix, Arizona that only plays movies from 1987. If you pay for 3 tickets and buy a large popcorn, they will play a film that shows you your future. If you watch the entire film completely, you will have sleeping problems for the rest of your life.