Jason Sibert -- Eve
My life was going so well, I really had everything going for me. We want a certain life, we plan for a certain life, but then sometimes something or somebody interferes with the narrative we tried to write.
After a dry spell with the women, I met and married Eve. Sweet, beautiful, and smart – those are the words everyone that knew her used to describe her.
From the time I started dating her, we developed this connection that allowed us to escape from the grueling nature of life and just enjoy one another. We picked each other up when we were down, and we kept each other up when we were up; I guess you could say that we were a functioning unit regardless of the situation.
We moved out of the city after the wedding. My company gave me a job as a department manager at one of our stores in the exurbs, and Eve landed a job as a nurse at the local hospital.
Then we moved to a place in the country outside of the exurb we worked in. We had never experienced a life in the country before, an existence defined by peace and quiet.
Like many couples, we so enjoyed our first year of marriage; both of us being fascinated with each other and wanting to know anything and everything about each other that we did not know before. The more things we discovered about each other, the happier we became.
We both held jobs that could be a bit challenging at times, so the happiness went a long way.
Things changed after a year of marriage. The reason for this is that Eve started to change, she changed her eating habits. She started to eat way more than she did before, and she craved anything high in sugar and carbohydrates. Of course, Eve gained weight and some more weight.
She went from gaining a few pounds, to a little overweight, to more overweight, to obese.
Like any man, physical attraction means a lot to me. I could not be physically attracted to a very obese woman. I encouraged her to lose weight, and she paid no attention to me. I wondered if she was testing my love for her. I thought maybe she wanted to know if I could love a fat woman. The answer to the question was no.
Before long, we started to argue more frequently – over what movie to see, not shutting the garage door, what restaurant we were going to eat out at, her weight problem, and just about everything else that a married couple could argue over.
The arguments were silly, I know. However, they were occurring because I no longer loved the woman I was with.
So, I started spending more time in the garage working on the lawnmower and household appliances, constructing a new set of cabinets for the kitchen, or just doing anything to occupy my time and stay away from my wife.
However, when you are living under the same roof, it’s hard to never fight. One night we started to argue whether we were going to eat out or stay home.
I wanted to stay home, and she wanted to go out.
The argument started in the kitchen, and then moved to the garage, as I turned my back on her and walked into the garage. It made her angrier than before. The moment she entered the garage she started yelling at the top of her lungs, but I refused to face her and kept my back turned.
“Will you turn around and face me!” Eve yelled.
“I don’t think that I can,” I answered. I kept my back turned for a few more moments, knowing she was growing angrier by the second, but I just didn’t want to face the problem that I had. Eventually, I decided to turn around. Eve stood there with a rake in her hand!
She charged at me with the rake. Then I moved, and she lost her balance and flew over to my left side. For some reason, I grabbed the ax right beside me and placed a big grin on my face.
Eve swung the rake at me, and I pulled the ax up to defend myself. Then she matched my grin with a big grin of her own.
Eve took another swing at me, and I pulled the ax up again. However, she brushed me with the rake. This made me very mad. The fat blob hit me with a rake! In a fit of passion, I took the ax and swung for her head. The ax tore into her skull, and she immediately fell to the ground.
The ugly, obese thing struggled on the ground with a face full of blood. She started to cry, but I felt no remorse. Wanting to end what I started, I pulled the ax out of her head and then decapitated her. The garage went silent!
I stood back and looked at the mess that used to be my wife, and then told myself that I was now a murderer, but I could not be caught! So, I took the ax and chopped her up piece by piece! I severed her left arm from her body and then moved over to her right arm. Next, I did a chop job on her legs!
I went to the bedroom and grabbed a blanket, one her grandmother’s, out of the closet. I placed the body parts in the blanket, grabbed a shovel, and then walked about a mile into the woods and decided on a resting place. Next, I turned on my cell phone’s flashlight and started to dig.
The grave was four feet deep. I remember throwing the blanket full of remains in the grave, and hearing them hit the bottom. I looked around, wondering if I had been detected somewhere along the way, but I could see nothing but the trees in the forest and hear nothing but the sounds of the night – birds singing, crickets chirping, and even a wolf’s howl.
Just a few moments after finishing the job, I walked back home and placed the shovel in the garage. I noticed the rake my former wife used as a weapon was on the ground. I picked it up and placed it by the shovel. Then I took a shower to wash off the small amount of blood on my body and went to bed.
I had trouble sleeping that night, of course, but the next day eventually came, and I went off to work. After eight hours, I returned to an evening of television watching and a little book reading.
I didn’t think twice about my fat wife who would never return. I fell asleep in the easy chair and woke up at roughly three in the morning. Then I heard something banging in the garage. I told myself there was a rational explanation and walked into the garage.
The rake was lying on the ground. I looked around and didn’t see anything that would have knocked it down. Figuring it was gravity or perhaps a mouse, I placed it in its proper place and returned to the house. I went to bed and did the work thing again the next day.
When I returned, I walked up to my bedroom, and I saw the rake leaning on the bedroom door! The whole house felt eerie, and I looked in every room but found nothing. So, I took the rake back to the garage and put it in its place. The feeling of strange continued to creep into my consciousness. How did the rake go from the garage to by bedroom door?
I ran back out to her grave in the night, and when I arrived, I saw someone had dug it up! I used my cell phone’s flashlight and looked down into the hole. There was nothing! I took a few steps back and looked around. Within seconds, Eve appeared just feet in front of me! Her body was sewn up in all the places I sliced it, and her eyes were filled with evil!
“I’m back!” she yelled. I started a sprint toward the house with a plan to drive away in my car.
When I arrived at the car, Eve was there! “I can go anywhere you can!”
“Eve, I…I just…my temper flew out of control!”
“Now you’re going to pay for what you did.”
I ran toward the front of the house and then started running down the road. A quarter of a mile later, I felt lucky because I had not seen her, but then I heard a police siren! It drew closer and closer and closer. I eventually had a police car pull right up by me, and I knew that he knew.
“May I help you?” asked the police officer.
“She’s back there!”
“Who’s back there?”
“Eve.” I was so excited that I told him I had experienced a haunting but left out my murder, of course. Perhaps this whole area would be under the influence of a demonic force before long! I had to save all that I could! One life had been lost, but several were on the line!
Now, I’m sitting in prison, and everyone here calls me mad. Isolation, they want nothing to do with me. Eve really extracted the best revenge that she could. Somehow, someway, she returned the parts of her body to the grave! That’s where they found them!
I’m never returning to my old life! Ever! DSS
Jason Sibert of Maryville, IL., is a technical writer and reporter/director for a non-profit organization. He's been a sports reporter, and several of his stories have been published in literary magazines.
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