Breaking and Entering (standard:horror, 502 words)
Author: the_walls	Added: Mar 25 2010	Views/Reads: 3506/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short look at a bad night for one man.

Breaking and Entering 

I heard the sound of the door breaking and the laughter from my living
room. It scared the life out of me. How many were there?, I was 
thinking. 

I grabbed my shotgun that I always keep by the side of my bed as I stood
and pressed myself against the closet door next to my wife's oversized 
dresser. I knew there was a round in the chamber. There was always a 
round in the chamber. 

The voices came toward  my bedroom and I lifted the shotgun to my
shoulder. The first face I saw made my finger twitch on the trigger and 
I fired a round directly into the face of the boy as he came into the 
room. 

There was blood and screams everywhere. I remained right where I was and
racked another round into the chamber. 

“Get out of my house! What do you want here?” I screamed at the
remaining hoodlums. 

“You shot Raymond, you bastard,” A young voice cried out at me. 

“Get out of my house,” I called again to them. 

I heard feet running. I thought they had left my home, so I stepped out
from where I was and took a quick look around. 

The boy I shot was laying on the floor against my bedroom door. His face
was gone. I felt a tear trying to come loose from the duct, but I 
sucked it back in. I shouldn't feel bad for this kid. Who knows what he 
was going to do to me. 

Suddenly I heard a scream. It was my wife. I hadn't realized she wasn't
in the bed and in the haste to act I forgot she was even home. I ran 
into the hall toward the kitchen. 

Out of the bathroom to my right came a boy with a long bladed knife that
he sunk into my shoulder, right behind the clavicle bone. I screamed 
and dropped the shotgun. The boy grabbed it and put the barrel to my 
face. I could smell the odor of my last shot. 

“Please don't hurt my wife,” I begged him. I could hear her crying and
fighting. 

The kid laughed. He told me to stand and walk to the kitchen. I looked
down at my wife's prone form on the floor. There were two other boys 
standing over her, their erect penises in their hands as they looked at 
her naked form. I dove down to her side and put a hand over her breasts 
as she crossed her legs. One boy grabbed my hair and yanked me back. 
The boy with my shogun came to me and put the barrel in my mouth and 
pushed, forcing me away from my wife. 

I watched as they raped her. Each taking a turn. I cried and screamed
past the barrel that was still in my mouth. 

When they were done with my wife the boy holding the shotgun pulled the
trigger and laughed. 

I tell this story from the grave. 


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