The Lovely Corpse

This was originally written in late '16 and early '17 with plans to post it to r/nosleep on Reddit. But when my other, much less gory, stories were rejected for being "torture porn" I decided to hold off on publishing it until I could decide on a different place. I’ve completely fucked up this time. There’s no coming back from this one. I thought this job would be good for me. Boy, was I wrong. Lemme back up a second, because I think I’m getting ahead of myself. It all started the other night. See, I started this job a few weeks ago. It was a simple security job at Forest Green, an assisted living home in the heart of Haverland, a rural town that borders the town I live in, Lingan, which is decidedly less rural. It’s not a bad job, $15/hr plus overtime, moderate benefits once you’re there for more than 6 months, and since I was hired for the night shift, a time when things were quite quiet, I would have plenty of time to read, watch TV, and once I started college in n...

This was originally written and published to r/DarkTales on Reddit in '17. I left my house that cold october morning in my best sunday suit and with a smile on my face. Walking down those creaky wooden stairs, a spring in my step, I waved to Mr. Donovan. I could see his head over the picket fence separating our yard, oxblood on my side, a stained wood, all weather finish on his. He was just finishing up his yard work, mowing his lawn probably for the last time that season, as frost had already started to form on our lawns in the morning. He saw me, waved back, called “How ya doin’, Chip? How’s the fiance?” “Never better,” I replied, grinning ear to ear, my eyes narrowing with my immense smile. “But she won’t be my fiance for long. Today’s the wedding day!” He took a step back, a look of mock shock on his face. “Ooooh boy! Already?! Time sure does fly!” “It sure does,” I said. “Well, congratulations. I only hope the best for you, Chip.” “Thank you, Mr. Donovan. I’ll tell her you sai...