Fetish For The Dead

Richard Donald drove up into his driveway on the day of Halloween as if it was just any other day, though there were already trick-or-treaters at the front door. His daughter, Lina, was giving out the treats as he turned of the car engine and got out, slamming the door behind him. He pressed a small button on the far wall of the garage with a slight smile to himself, as if in thought. No one knew what it was for besides himself. He heaved a sigh, anxiousness already taking him over as he walked up to the front door and grinned at Lina.

She was already in her vampire costume, make-up and all. The wig she was wearing was black, of course, with waist length hair and the dress was also black. She kept taking out the teeth, however, since it was hard for her to speak while they were in her mouth. "Hey, dad! Just waiting 'til it gets dark to go out for trick-or-treating. Megan said her mom would pick me up."

Richard smiled at Lina as they walked inside. "What are you going to do until then?"

Lina frowned and soon shrugged as she plopped down on the couch in the living room, looking up into her father's hazel eyes. "I don't know. Not much, I guess."

Richard brushed back his short brown hair as he sat beside her after taking off his grey business coat and tossing it into a chair. "Well, since it's Halloween, how about a scary story?"

Line gave him a patronized look. "Dad...I'm thirteen! I think I'm a little old for ghost stories!"

Richard gave a long laugh at that. "Who said anything about ghost stories? I said a scary story...Though I suppose you could say it's more disturbing than scary..."

He saw the curiosity spark in Lina's eyes, so he continued. "This took place in a psych ward only fifteen years ago and went on for about a year..."

Richard closed his eyes and started to speak in a deep voice. "Dark hallways glowed with the light of the moon in that of the psych ward where, quite mysteriously, most patients have died. The little white lights on the ceiling flickered as they always did, but never provided as much light for the security guard as the pale moon. However, that didn't much matter, since there were hardly any patients left to keep an eye on."

"The night had been rather quiet and it was getting close to dawn when yet another petrifying scream was heard. However, by the time the security guard got to the particular room, the patient was already dead. The strangest thing about these murders? Every time they happened, the security guard was always the farthest away form the victim. That, and when the security guard finally got to the room, the patient was always nude; male or female. There was also never any bloodshed, just a fatal blow to the head."

Lina's eyes widened considerably at the tale and she was quite anxious to hear more. For a thirteen year old, she wasn't scared quite that easily. That, and it didn't really sound scary...just...strange. Truth be told, she loved hearing of things such as this; disturbing or creepy tales that makes the skin crawl and in gruesome detail too. "Go on! I want to know why the patient is found nude and if they catch this weirdo or not!"

Richard smiled down at his daughter before grinning playfully. "Sure you don't think you're too old for this old tale?"

Lina shook her head. "This stuff is exactly what I like! C'mon!"

Richard laughed heartily. "Alright." He leaned back a little before continuing. "Upon studies made upon the bodies, investigators discovered from the autopsies that there was semen residing in the bodies."

"Dad, gross!" Lina scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "What are you telling me here? An erotica horror story?"

Richard smiled quietly. "Do you want me to stop?"

Lina frowned for a moment before shaking her head. "At least it isn't lame, like werewolves or something."

Richard chuckled softly. "Well, you know what they could never be sure of when it came to the patients?"

"What?"

Richard leaned in closer and spoke softly. "They never knew whether or not the victims were alive or not during the rape."

Lina arched an eyebrow and pondered before fear took her over. "But...mom was in the psych ward! This whole story happened ten years before mom disappeared! Do you think HE took her?"

Richard closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was pondering on what to say. "I don't know, sweetheart, but let's continue on with the story, shall we? There's no need to get upset. I know mom's happy now. I've always felt it."

Lina nodded solemnly, thought didn't say another word. Her father's words comforted her a little.

"The murders and rapes continued as the psych ward for over a year and the culprit never seemed to leave a trace of himself. There were times when the psych ward would be full and then almost empty. When it was almost empty, it seemed that the deeds halted until there was more to choose from. Then the supply would gradually decrease."

Lina frowned at that. "How could there be absolutely no trace? It sounds a little too unreal to me," she said skeptically.

Richard smiled slightly, leaning back against the couch again lazily. "Well, there were rumors that the culprit might actually have been someone working in the psych ward. Others say it was the security guard. The rest disagreed and said he must've gotten in through the air vents that traveled directly over every patient's room. I guess he was just careful in making sure to leave no trace of himself...besides the semen."

Lina scrunched up her nose once more in distaste, causing her father to laugh. "Dad!" Of course, her expression soon turned back to that familiar curiosity again, and she asked, "Was the culprit ever found? There has to be some reason why it stopped after a year."

"Hmm..." Richard pondered as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "No, I don't think he was ever found. He may have moved on because of the increase of security. There could be a variety of reasons."

Just then, a car horn sounded outside and Lina slid off of the couch. "That's most likely Megan. Thanks for the story, dad. I'll see you later!" With that said, she kissed her father's cheek before running out the door, a bag for trick-or-treating in hand.

Richard sat idly on the couch as he heard a car door slam, an engine roar, and a car pull out of the driveway, heading down the street. Once he could no longer hear the car, he stood up and strolled over to the kitchen where a sign laid on the table that read, "No Candy Left". He picked it up and taped it to the window in the front door. That done, he went out to the garage and went inside, humming to himself cheerfully.

In the garage, Richard walked over to the far wall, where he had pressed that button before, and pressed another button beside it. A door was revealed behind a shelf of tools and he went inside and down the stairs. The room was white and chilled, like a half thawed out freezer. The only thing the room had in it was a large white casket. Richard walked over to the casket and pressed a button on the side of it. The lid popped open and mist flowed out from the inside, then slowly disappeared.

"Good evening, darling," he said softly as he lifted a young woman out of the casket. "I hope you slept well."

The woman herself was deathly pale with a sunken face. Her hair was blonde and stringy, though clean. The flesh itself was cold as ice, but had softened, since Richard had started the thawing when he had gotten dome from the push of that button. This was what had kept his wife fresh all of these years and the extra chill from the freezing had always been a turn on.

Richard smiled lovingly down at his wife's corpse, stroking her icy cheek tenderly before kissing her frozen lips and removing her white gown. Her body was so much more beautiful now; the color of porcelain, the iced flesh, he beautiful pouty, darkened lips, along with her silky, golden tresses stringed out. She was truly an angel among the dead.

"Did you miss me, love? I know I missed you." He ran a hand over her soft breasts for a moment; getting reacquainted with her voluptuous body before laying her down  and removing his own clothing.

As he buried himself inside of his dead wife's corpse, he lowered his head to the side of her own and whispered in her ear. "No other could ever compare to you, darling, so don't worry. No on in that psych ward could ever have taken your place. That's why I gave it up; just for you! I just wish you hadn't forced me to admit you into the psych ward, It would have been so much more enjoyable if you'd just cooperated..."

Richard gave a low groan and quickened his movements. "Don't get me wrong...You excited me while you were alive. Your personality had always been...fascinating." He paused as he released, then smiled down at her adoringly, stroking her porcelain face as he did so. "Although...I always did find the dead much more fascinating than the living."