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Evil Bill: The Beginning (standard:horror, 2095 words) [1/4] show all parts
Author: The Dark MasterAdded: Nov 09 2000Views/Reads: 3948/2424Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short and horrific tale about what happens when an evil spirit manifests himself as household appliances to exact his revenge on humankind.
 



Evil Bill 

"You suck hairy donkey nuts, asshole," said Bill. "Yeah, well you can go
fuck your mother," said Fred. With that, Bill pulled out his .45 Auto 
and put it to the back of Fred's skull. "Dying time's here," said Bill 
as he pulled the trigger on his Colt. The gun bucked in his hand as the 
cartridge discharged.  The bullet crashed through the back of Fred's 
skull, causing the projectile to mushroom as it pierced the brain.  In 
a split second, Fred's brains were forcefully ejected from his forehead 
in a spray of thick, syrupy blood and gray matter. To make sure that he 
was dead, Bill emptied the rest of his clip into Fred, sending a spray 
of blood onto him. Soon after, the cops arrested Bill. He was tried and 
found guilty. He was put before a firing squad, shot, and killed with 
extreme prejudice. However, that wasn't the end of evil Bill... After 
he was executed, his spirit took over the body of a Kitchen Aid trash 
compactor (a rather large trash compactor and the best model). Using 
his newfound powers, he was able to exact his revenge on one the 
families of the cops that had arrested him. Namely, Officer Vic (people 
call him by his first name). Rolling around on his new wheels, he was 
able to get himself into Vic's house, which was next door of all 
places. He sat himself near the dishwasher, waiting for a victim. Then, 
it happened. Officer Vic's 4-year old son, Eric, came hopping towards 
the kitchen. Using his psionic powers, Bill was able to lure him into 
coming closer. His time of assention was at hand. Now utilizing all of 
his many powers, Bill was able to use telekinesis to thrust Eric into 
his awaiting compartment. The gears of death began to turn. Muffled 
cries of anguish began emanating from the compactor's compartment. 
Those cries suddenly ceased as the sickening sound of cracking bones 
filled the room. When Bill was done crushing, he opened up his hopper 
to reveal the bloody mass of shredded flesh and clothing and broken 
bones within. He then spilled its contents onto the floor, leaving the 
hopper empty for its next victim. In came the kid's nanny, Linda, and 
she felt the same fate as the little boy. But, in this case, there was 
much more grinded and crushed matter in the powerful hopper. Bill knew 
that Officer Vic was coming home soon, and he waited for a chance to 
make part of his ultimate revenge. Officer Vic came home after a hard 
day at work. After putting his kevlar vest into the closet, he stepped 
into the kitchen and nearly slipped on something wet. He looked down, 
completely oblivious to the bloody hell around him. Vic saw his young 
son's and his nanny's shredded clothing soaking in a pool of syrupy red 
paste. He looked up and saw that the kitchen was soaked red with blood. 
A trail of blood led away from that disgusting pool. Vic followed it to 
an innocent looking trash compactor that wasn't supposed to be there. 
Suddenly, Bill unleashed his powers, luring Officer Vic to his 
clutches. However, he was fighting out of Bill's grasp. Bill tried 
harder and harder to pull him, but it proved useless. Vic was too large 
and bulky. With a last pull of energy, he got him to put his left leg 
into the compactor. Officer Vic screamed as his leg was crushed and 
bent like a pretzel. After the cycle was over, Bill opened his hopper, 
revealing a bloody, still-pulsating stump where his leg used to be. Vic 
crawled away to the laundry room, and Bill stalked him all the way. As 
he entered the room, Vic stood up and reached into a cupboard, grabbing 
two hammers. Bill unleashed his persuasive power, but he did not let 
in. He used both his hammers, smashing Bill's blood-covered front and 
crusher gears. Bill knew that he was a goner because he couldn't crush 
bone due to the damage inflicted upon his crusher mechanism. He sat 
there, feeling his second demise. Bill hoped that the cop would die 
from blood loss or would at least never patrol again. The compactor was 
crushed, and Officer Vic, unfortunately, did go to the hospital and 
survive. However, that wasn't the end of evil Bill... Miraculously, 
Bill's demonic spirit was once again transplanted into the body of a 
common household appliance. This time he was manifested as a Kitchen 
Aid garbage disposal. Using his psionic powers, he teleported and 
replaced the garbage disposal at Sergeant Putin's house with himself 
and awaited his prey. After waiting for hours on end, his prey finally 
arrived. Putin's 8-year-old daughter, Molly, hopped joyfully into the 
room, unaware of the carnage that awaited. Using his psionic powers, he 
influenced Molly into sticking her tender hand into his crude intake. 
He then activated himself. Bill's spinning blades of death tore through 
flesh and bone, ripping her arm apart inch by inch, centimeter by 
centimeter. Blood sprayed out of his intake coating the room with blood 
and shredded flesh. Molly screamed and tried to pull away in vain.  The 
vicious garbage disposal continued its grim job, pulling her arm and 
shoulder so far in, they'd have to use the jaws of life to get her out. 
Finally, Molly's screams of pain were suddenly cut off as her head was 


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