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Authors: Jay Wilson
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Twilight Nightmares (Twisted Tales Special Edition Book 1)
The stories contained within
Twilight Nightmares
and the
Twisted Tales
series are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or
are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidence.
Copyright © 2014 by Jay Wilson
All rights reserved
TWISTED TALES SERIES
#1 Descent
Into
Darkness
#2 Moonlight Escape
#3 Reapers (coming soon)
TWISTED TALES SPECIAL EDITIONS
#1 Twilight Nightmares
#2 After Dark (coming soon)
To my mother whose strong inalienable determination
and
outlook on life continues to inspire.
Twisted Tales
Twilight Nightmares
Twisted Tales
Special Edition
#1
Mother always told Damien that women were evil. They are Satan's children, she would say, they
will
go right for your heart and make you do evil, unclean things. As long as he could remember, though, he
had been drawn
to them, and there was nothing his mother or her God could ever say to make him stray from his desires.
Unlike men’s bathrooms, the women’s was eerily clean. The stall he’d been sitting in for the last twenty minutes had no writing on the walls, and the air had a strange fruity scent to it.
The door leading to and from the office
opened,
and someone entered the bathroom. Cynthia’s seductive laughter echoed from the tiled walls and floor. Damien looked down at the watch secured to his left wrist, and smiled.
Right on time
, he thought.
"Hang on, I just got to work. I'll call you back." She said, and after a moment, she replied to the person on her cell phone, "I love you, too."
Who the hell
was that
, he thought,
it had to be her mother, who else would she love besides me?
Cynthia’s heels clacked against the floor, and she stopped in front of his stall. His heart began to pound as she reached out and pulled on the door. It clattered and vibrated, denying her entry. He let out a soft sigh, glad he remembered to lock the door this time.
As she moved to the next one, she said, "You know, for two weeks I've been trying to open that door, and it’s always locked."
He stayed quiet while she talked. He knew he couldn't say anything, but he wanted to... oh, did he want to. Instead, he retrieved a small mirror from his pocket, and extended the handle. He angled the reflective surface near the bottom corner of the stall, and peered into it just in time to see Cynthia hike up her dark grey skirt. She dropped a pair of pale blue panties that reflected the fluorescent lights with a soft sateen sheen and sat down.
As the sound of water dripping against water started, she said, "I feel like we're already best friends. I mean, we always go to the bathroom together, so to speak. Is it the coffee or the drive that gets you? For me, I think it's a little bit of both. Today, the rain was extra hard while driving, which
prolly
made it worse. My boyfriend says I got a child’s bladder, and I guess he’s right."
I never said that
, he thought,
who
has she been talking to?
“I mean, I love him and all,” she continued, “but sometimes he can be a real pain in the ass.
Can’t we all, though?
I’m sure you know what I mean.”
He felt his face turn red and burn hot, probably bordering on purple. He rarely got angry, but he hated it when Mother was right about women. Still, this one had to be different. She wasn’t like the others. She was special.
Cynthia giggled, "I love that you're so quiet and mysterious. You're like,
the
bestest
best friend because all you do is listen. I wish my boyfriend was like that."
Mother said, "See, she doesn't love you. You're just her
friend
. Someone else is her boyfriend."
Shut up, Mother
, he thought.
Mother said, "She only wants your ear while she fucks someone else, that evil little bitch.
See?
Satan’s little whore!"
Shut up, Mother
, he thought,
I love this one
.
Cynthia said, "We should seriously hang out sometime, but not, like, in the bathroom. We
gotta
be girlfriends, you and I."
Mother said, “Great.
Ya
hear
that?
She wants you to be her girlfriend. It’s not bad enough that she’s making you do this filthy thing, but now she wants you to be a damn homosexual!”
God damn it! Shut up, mother!
Cynthia chuckled and said, "You're probably the most impossibly quiet woman I ever—wait, what is that?"
Cynthia quickly slammed her knees together and stood. She pulled up her panties and dropped her skirt as he pulled the small mirror back into his side. She rushed out of her stall, and moved in front of his again. She began banging on the door.
"Come out of there! What the hell was that, you sick bastard." She screamed and banged on the door some more. "If you don't come outta there right now,
I'ma
call the police on you!"
She doesn't love me, does she?
He thought.
Mother said, "No she doesn't.
See?
She broke your heart, made you do unclean things. I always knew you weren’t my child. No child of mine would do something like that!"
No, Mother, you’re lying to me again!
Damien stood, unlatched the door, and tossed it open. Cynthia eyes grew wide when she recognized him, and then she threw her finger in his face.
"You sick little weirdo! I knew you were a freak the moment you started working here. I'm
gonna
tell the boss and you're
gonna
get fired, you little fucking weirdo!"
He reached out and grabbed Cynthia, and hugged her. He tried to snuggle into her neck, but she bit his cheek and pushed him away. A look of surprise twisted with emotional pain turned his face dark.
Mother said, "You're not my son anymore, you unclean little Satan's child! Look what you’re doing!"
Damien smacked the sides of his head with his fists and screamed. Cynthia stepped back, eyes wide with fear, and he lunged forward. "Fuck you, bitch!"
He wrapped his hands around her neck, and pushed her against the porcelain sink. She grabbed his wrists and fought for air, choking and fighting to extricate his grip.
"Fuck you! You made my mother hate me!" He screamed as spit foamed at his mouth and ejected from his lips. "My mother was right, you fucking whore!"
He looked up and his mother nodded her head disapprovingly from inside the mirror.
“No, mother, please don’t hate me!” He said, tears dripping from his red face.
Cynthia soon fell limp, and when he dropped her body, he punched the mirror. Once. Twice. Three times. The glass cracked into a spider's web, and his knuckles bled with the blood of his anger.
He looked down at Cynthia, whose eyes were pink and whose tongue stuck out of her mouth.
He said as he got down next to Cynthia, "This is your fault, mother!"
He took Cynthia into his arms, and began to weep. He rocked back and forth and said, "Look what you made me do. Just like all the others, Mother. Why can't you just be happy for me?"
Heather, the receptionist, entered the bathroom and screamed. She ran out, and immediately told the man at the cubical just outside what she’d seen.
Mother said, "You're going to jail you know, you unclean little brat! Serves you right!"
“Shut up, Mother!”