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Tapes #8, #9 and #10

By: Tuttle Howard

"...Now moving to our next topic, I’d like to bring attention to the horror of the missing women's epidemic in Ashburn, Connecticut. If you're new, hello, I’m Pamela Edwards and today we will be bringing light to The VideoTape Killer cases. As of today, The VideoTape Killer has claimed 7 victims and 3 girls are still missing as of last week. No new tapes have shown up, but the families of the three girls have stopped all searches in hopes of a tape showing up. The three girls’ names are Ronny Hutchings age 18, Gavin Thirst… sorry Gavin Hurst age 15, and Misha Cross age 10. At the time of the disappearances, they were all... "

“I’m off once a week and this is who they put on. They love the idea of a pretty blonde on-screen than some older man with gray hair. The nerve on these people.” I huff out.

After growing frustrated. I turn the TV off. Grunting, I pull myself up into a standing position. With the sounds of my back popping and my knees creaking. I look around. The walls were covered in awful-looking wallpaper. The wallpaper had been there for years before I even moved here. The green-looking backgrounds with pink flowers are now an awful-looking red and brown. The brown wall has pictures of family members that I haven’t seen in years. I frown, looking away from the wall. I look past the TV and see the barred doors. I grin. The girls. I forgot to wake the girls.

I stalk towards the bars. Digging in my jeans pockets, I pull out the key to the door. Stopping at the orangery bars, I run my hand over the rust. I smile. Good memories. Now to open the door. Pushing the silver keys into the lock, I yanked the rusty door open. Taking a long stride into the chamber, I turn my head in the direction where I last saw the girls gathered in the far corner. Twisting my body back around, I reach my arm out and pull the door closed behind me. Stuffing the keys back into my pocket, I spin around to face the girls. I smile as I tread towards them. I stop at the head of one of the girls and kick. The other girls are awakened by the sound of their friend’s head thudding against the brick floor.

“Good morning girls. How’d you sleep?” I chuckled.

Getting nothing in return, I kick at the head again.

“I said, '' Good morning, girls. How’d you sleep?” I yell out.

Again, getting nothing in reply, I squat down and yank at the red hair of the head. Turning the girl’s face towards me, I see the grime and blood that covered her face. Grinning, I ask again.

“Good Morning Ronny. How’d you sleep?”

The answers I get back are silent pleas and whimpers. Rolling my eyes, I push her head back onto the floor. Leaning down to her ear, I whisper.

“Answer when you’re spoken to, whore.”

Craning my neck, I see the two younger girls holding onto each other. I snicker. Making eye contact with the helpless blue eyes of Misha, I stand, remembering to kick at Ronny’s head one more time. As I slither towards the helpless mice, I ask again:

“So girls, how’d you two sleep?”

This time I got an answer other than whimpers.

“I slept very well, Mr. Shaw. How’d you sleep?” answers the young Misha, clearly forcing a grin. I pull my hand towards my chin and tap my index finger against it.

“I slept very well, my dear Misha. How bout you, Gavin?”

Silence is what I get in return. Arching my eyebrow, I ask again.

“Gavin, it’s not very nice of you to ignore me. So please be a good girl and answer me.”

Once more, after getting no response, I struck. Grabbing her blonde hair, I pulled her up from the ground.

“You are all asking for it. I’ve been very patient with the three of you. I haven’t put you in the room yet and all I get is this. When I ask you to do something, you do it. Okay? Okay!”

I shouted. I pull Gavin’s head closer and closer to my face as I talk. Finally, having Gavin close enough, I pull her into a kiss full of teeth and tongue. I drop her and walk towards Misha, wiping the spit from my face. Bending down, I take Misha’s small hands in mine and bring them to my lips. Looking at her through my eyebrows, I smile.

“Now little Misha, what should I do with you three?” I ask her.

Tears start forming in her eyes. Dropping one of her hands, I brush my hand against her cheek, stopping the lone tear from falling.

“No crying. I’ll have no little girls crying in here. I think I know what time it is, Misha.”

I say while a wide grin forms across my face. With a quick movement, I grab her wrist and pull her towards Gavin as she still lays on the floor. Reaching down, I grab her wrist and, hearing a terrible pop and cry, I continue to pull her up. Once standing, I saw the tears. Smirking even wider, I tug them to the door. The old steel door with a circular window. The sounds of their screams of “No” fall upon deaf ears. Kicking the door open, I fling the two girls into the room, quickly closing the door upon them. I look down at them from the circular window. Seeing them stare at me with fear gives me such a thrill. I turned to the body of Ronny, which wasn't where I left it. I called out “Ronny, where are you?”

After a long pause, the shuffle of feet is heard. Spinnin’ around, I’m hit across the face by a bar. I fall to the floor with a loud and angry thud. My nose shattered and my lip now busted. I whip my head up to see Ronny holding the bar. I grin.

“There you are, Ronny dear. I was just looking for you.” I said as I spat blood out of my mouth. From the floor, I reach out to yank on her almost perfect soft legs. Watching Ronny drop the bar and fall was a sight for sore eyes. Wiping my hand across my bloody face, I pull myself to a standing position. Pulling my head back and again spitting, I aim for Ronny. With the sound of slurping and a loud splat, I landed the spit on her uncovered stomach. Watching as Ronny pulls a face of pure disgust, I laugh. I speak while leaning down and grabbing her now-clumpy, blood-dried hair.

“Now Ronny dear, where did you think you were going? It’s time for the big game.”

After getting no answer, I stand and pull her by the hair towards the door with the circular window. All the while, Ronny is crying out in pain from her hair getting pulled. Throwing her into the room, I see the two younger girls crying at the sight of me. With a cracked grin, I drop Ronny like a sack of bricks. Looking down at my hand, I see a chunk of red hair. Looking back at the girls, I see Ronny crawling towards them.

“Now girls, you have an hour until the big game. I think it’s time for a nap, my dear.”

I state this as I walk towards the girls once more. Reaching out to grab little Misha, I’m pushed back by Gavin. Grunting, I look towards Gavin and Ronny. I seethe with anger but push it down. The big game is coming.

“Enjoy the time you have left, my dear. Remember that I love you all.”

Stalking through the metal door, I lock it behind me. I walk to the barred door and push it open. Seeing the TV again, I turned back to the metal door and laughed. I laughed aloud hysterically. I try to regain control by leaning against the couch. Tears start their journey down my face as I continue to laugh.

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“Ronny are you okay? There’s blood all over your face.” Gavin asks with a worried tone.

Ronny still trying to crawl over to Misha and Gavin nods slowly. Misha’s eyes are watching as Mr. Shaw walks away. The oceans that churn within her eyes fill with tears. Ronny finally had crawled to the other girls. Ronny was the oldest. She was 18. She felt the need to save these girls, but what she wanted the most was to survive.

“I’m scared,” Misha says with a quivering voice.

The heads of the two older girls whirled around to face the red-cheeked face of Misha. Gavin reaches over to hug the younger girl but is dodged.

“Misha we will get through this together. I promise you that the three of us will survive this.” States Ronny from her position in Gavin’s lap.

The two older girls share a look. A look of fear. Gavin had a feeling that only one of them would live. She was going to make sure it was her. While Ronny had a feeling that she would get herself and the two younger girls out safe. Misha watches them with tears still flooding out of her eyes.

“Misha come here. I promise you that we’ll make it out of here. You’ll get to go see your Mom and Dad again. We just gotta survive.” Ronny says as Misha crawls into Ronny’s lap and wraps her arms around her.

“We just gotta survive,” Gavin repeats.

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Grabbing the remote, I turn the room cameras on. I watch the monitors around me start to glow with the picture of the three girls. Once they are all on, I turn to grab the microphone.

“Good morning, my dear. Are you all ready for the big game?”

I yell into the microphone. The bodies of the three girls jump into action. Ronny and Gavin stand up together. Seeing them next to each other makes them look so much older than when I got them. The mud and blood covered everything on them. Grinning, I push the microphone away and watch little Misha wake up and stand between the other girls. Laughing, I yank the microphone back to my busted lips.

“Now girls, are you ready for the rules?”

I talk into the microphone. Seeing Ronny open her mouth and then close it, I know that the game rules could start.

“The rules of this game are nothing. Your jobs are to tear each other apart. I want to see all of your blood splatter across these walls. I want you to tear each other apart.”

“Do it! Do it now!” I shouted at the end before putting the microphone down. Looking up at the large monitor, I saw them looking at each other's mouths moving. I looked back down at the table and pressed the play button of the big blue CD player. Music plays out of its speakers loudly.

“One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya…”

Grabbing the microphone again, I yell into it.

“I SAID TEARING EACH OTHER APART.”

Slamming the microphone in front of the CD player, the music plays into the room below.

Seeing Ronny look towards Gavin. Like a cat, Gavin pounces on top of Ronny. Little Misha, watching them roll around like cats, starts screaming. Laughing, I start dancing.

“One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya…”

Looking back down at the girls, I laughed louder.

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“I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya…”

Rolling around with Gavin I try and bring myself to the top. Once there I bite into Gavin’s neck. The taste of blood floods into my mouth. Gagging at the taste, I bring my head back up. My eyes reach Gavin’s. Seeing the tears running down her cheeks, I looked back down at her neck. Pushing my head back down, I bite her neck again. The blood splatters out and onto my face. Pushing my teeth farther into the skin of her neck. I latch my teeth into her flesh and tear out a chunk of her throat. Her screams echo in the room. Pushing myself into a standing position. I spit the flesh onto the floor. Looking down at the bloody mess spreading out, I see Gavin choking on her own blood. Sinking to my knees next to her, I whispered

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Gavin. I hoped we could have been friends. I’m sorry it’s come to this.”

Linking my hands together, I ball them up into a fist. Raising my fists above my head, I slammed my fist onto Gavin’s chest with all of my strength. Pounding, again and again, I started to hear and feel broken bones. With one last slam of my fists, I stop. I refocus my eyes onto Gavin’s chest and gag. Her chest was bulging in the wrong ways. One of her ribs was pushing out of her body. I did this. I killed her. Looking away, I see the camera in the corner. Frowning, I stand.

Misha. I still have to kill her. I have to kill a child. Never would I have thought that I would have to kill a child. Turning around, I see her. Misha is curled up into a ball with her hands over her ears. Sighing, I walk towards her.

“Misha. Misha, please. We need to talk. Misha please.” I cry out, as I walk closer to the teen. Misha slowly looks up at me. Her cheeks are tear-stained, the grime across her face is smeared. Squatting down, I reach for her. She flinches away. I pull my hand back to my body. I blink away tears.

“Misha, I think you know what I have to do. You know I have to do this. I’m sorry.”

I mumble out. Wiping away my tears, I see Misha uncover her ears.

“I know what you have to do, Ronny. Can you… make it as painless as possible?”

I nod. Gesturing for her. She waddles towards me. Misha fell into my arms crying. I wrap my arms around her. Sobbing with her, I whisper how sorry I am. I bet that sick fuck up stares is enjoying this.

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“I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya…”

Watching as Ronny pulls Gavin’s throat to shreds, I pull the sleeves of my dress shirt up to my elbows. Moaning as Ronny pulls away with a piece of Gavin’s throat, I push my hand down my pants. Groaning, I close my eyes.

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“One way, or another, I’m gonna lose ya

I’m wanna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya

One way, or another, I’m gonna lose ya

I’m gonna give you the slip”

Pulling away from Misha, I kiss her forehead.

“You would have had such a bright future. I’m sorry that this is how you have to go.”

I whisper out. Misha nods, tears rushing down her face. I know it’s time. I have to kill a child. As I wrap my hand around Misha’s throat, I cringe. It feels so wrong to be doing this to a child. I shake my head and look into her eyes. Applying pressure, I start straggling her. She makes no struggle to get away; she just holds eye contact with me. I let a sob out before I again apply more pressure. Misha’s face starts going blue. Sobbing even louder, I push harder, I cry out.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Misha. I’m so sorry.”

Watching as Misha’s eyes roll back, I press for the last time. Once I see her chest stop rising, I remove my hands. With shaking hands, I bring them to my face and sob.

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My groans and moans cover the lack of music playing, but after one final pull, I’m in bliss. Removing my hand, I grab the bloody shirt off the floor to wipe myself off. Standing from the chair I see my winner. Grinning, I place both my hands on the windows. Misha had been strangled and Gavin had been beaten to death. Pushing off the window, I walk to the door. Opening it and closing it I walk through complete darkness until I see the silver door with a circle window. Pushing the door open, I step into the cold room. Turning my head to the right, I see Ronny is now holding onto Misha’s tiny body. Oh, Misha’s little body, what I would have done to get her with me. Shaking that thought off, I speak.

“How does it feel to win Ronny?”

I see Ronny stiffen and slowly turn her head in my direction. Grinning at her emotionless face, I stalk towards her.

“Did it feel good to rip Gavin’s throat out? Oh, I bet you enjoyed that. That blood rushing into your mouth. How did it feel to kill little Misha? I bet that felt good killing daddy’s favorite. You finally get the attention you want, whore.”

I say this while walking to stand behind Ronny.

“It didn’t feel good. I just killed a child. I killed a little girl. I’m a monster.”

Ronny speaks. Nodding, I put my hand in her hair.

“How about this, Ronny? I bring you up stares and you go take a bath while I make us food. Does that sound good my dear?”

I ask while my hand brushes through her hair. Getting a nod, I lean down to grab her. Ronny puts her arms around me while I grab onto her legs. Walking away from the two other girls, we walk up to the door.

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At the table is a heat-up meal of chicken alfredo. Sitting, I wait for Ronny to come out of the bathroom. With the sound of the bathroom door opening, I look away from the door. Standing up, I walk to where the meal is placed.

“Ronny dear, your plate is ready.”

I say. Pulling out her chair, I wait for her to sit. Ronny walks towards the chair and, with hesitation, sits down. Patting her back, I turn around to walk back to my seat.

“Dear, how are you feeling? Feeling good.”

I ask. The nod I get back is a short one. Watching as Ronny shovels the food into her mouth, I start to make my move. Getting up, I walk towards the knife resting in the kitchen sink.

“That’s great to hear Ronny. I’m so happy you won. You were always my favorite.”

I state. All Ronny does is nod back, as her answer. Rolling my eyes, I walk behind her. Placing the knife over my head, I raise it while I say my final words to dear Ronny.

“You know I love you, Ronny.”

In a downward motion, I stab the knife into her head. The splatter of blood went from my face to her food. Removing my hands from the knife, I let her head fall forwards. The splat of her face landing on food is the last sound I hear before leaving the room to gather the tools for the final disposition.

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“Welcome back My name is Kurt Shaw, and today we located the three bodies of the missing girls. The body of Misha Cross was found in a pond with her head cut off. Police are trying to locate the missing body part. Gavin Hurst’s body was found in her family's backyard pool with its throat slashed and left arm missing. Again as stated the police are trying to locate the missing arm. For Ronny Hutchings, it seems that her upper torso hasn’t been found, but in good news, we have the three tapes. Tapes numbers #8, #9, and #10...

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