A Melancholic Black Series (Book 1): The Red Door by R.J. Scriber Page B
Authors: R.J. Scriber
Tags: Horror Anthology
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that.
The honor of burying your body into that six-foot hole should belong to your children, never the other way around. Unfortunately, shit happens.
The Grays are a young, unassuming couple, both good-looking. Be that as it may, it has not stopped people from asking how Rodney, a shorter man with glasses and hair a tufted mess, could ever catch the eye of Nell; who stands tall like an Amazon. She is the high school jock to Rodney’s varsity cheerleader, though Nell never saw herself above Rodney. Even with her beauty.
They grew up together in the same shitty town of Carmichael, Michigan; about twenty minutes outside Highland Park. They went to the same shitty school and had the same shitty friends. They united in matrimony when they were both just twenty-four.
Nine years of marriage.
Life’s supposed to be different for them now. A new start outside of Carmichael. A fresh beginning in Olave, Michigan. It’s every inch different than Carmichael. Great food, friendly and caring neighbors, and almost zero crime. A generally ideal place to settle and start a family. The old story of “Give to your kids what you never had.” That is their goal. Or, was . To become better than their parents. Which, in certain respects, wouldn't be that hard.
They were both raised in direful homes. They never really had a chance, but they fought through their own personal wars. Rodney grew up with a single mother, who drank all her worries and sorrows away. After all, it’s not everyday that your husband gets a sex change and leaves you for another man. Rodney’s father figured that his mother was such a shit wife, or woman in general; he’d give being a female a shot and prove it wasn’t that hard. The lugubrious, yet, humorous truth.
As for Nell, both her parents were murdered when she was seven. If there was one thing that Carmichael had plenty of, it was heroin. Any drugs really. Also, a lot of thugs who are surprisingly punctual when they expect payment. There’s no way to explain to a young child, boy or girl alike, why mommy and daddy were gunned down in front of their eyes. She learned what her parents were, because her family never hid it. Tough love; learn from their mistakes. Crude, but, truthfully, it never seemed to bother Nell that much anyway. She got to live with her grandmother. Hardly an angel of a woman, but at least she was constant
Even with a childhood that should have shaped and molded them into nobodies; drunks, users, or abusers… they survived.
All Nell has ever wanted was to be able trust someone. Someone who would actually do as they promised. A companion to share her load of heartbreak and disappointment. She needed Rodney, she just hadn’t met him yet. A match for Rodney’s need to feel loved. To be told he was worthwhile. A true sentiment other than the lies found at the bottom of an empty bottle. He never asked that of Nell, but he never had to. Misery can sense misery. They were fools who rushed into love for the sake of not feeling abandoned by the world, yet somehow found their soul mates.
Tragedy, death, and disappointments they’ve both experienced in their short lives created them. They’re two sides of the same coin, all they needed was chance.
Unfortunately, when you’re bred in such adversity and pessimism, it’s bound to follow you until the end of your days. Like a demonic shade shadowing you, waiting to sink in its fangs.
III
November 5th.
7:10PM.
The front door to the Gray’s home opens as the brisk fall air rushes in, as Nell and Rodney heavily step inside. It’s not too late, but the drained emotions make it hard for Nell and Rodney to stay awake. They’re dressed in their Sunday best, but it’s a Thursday.
Nell saddened, eyes glued to the floor in a trance, her pale complexion pouring off grief. A sense of definitive dread that is rarely seen, and if you ever catch a glance of it, pray that it hasn’t
The honor of burying your body into that six-foot hole should belong to your children, never the other way around. Unfortunately, shit happens.
The Grays are a young, unassuming couple, both good-looking. Be that as it may, it has not stopped people from asking how Rodney, a shorter man with glasses and hair a tufted mess, could ever catch the eye of Nell; who stands tall like an Amazon. She is the high school jock to Rodney’s varsity cheerleader, though Nell never saw herself above Rodney. Even with her beauty.
They grew up together in the same shitty town of Carmichael, Michigan; about twenty minutes outside Highland Park. They went to the same shitty school and had the same shitty friends. They united in matrimony when they were both just twenty-four.
Nine years of marriage.
Life’s supposed to be different for them now. A new start outside of Carmichael. A fresh beginning in Olave, Michigan. It’s every inch different than Carmichael. Great food, friendly and caring neighbors, and almost zero crime. A generally ideal place to settle and start a family. The old story of “Give to your kids what you never had.” That is their goal. Or, was . To become better than their parents. Which, in certain respects, wouldn't be that hard.
They were both raised in direful homes. They never really had a chance, but they fought through their own personal wars. Rodney grew up with a single mother, who drank all her worries and sorrows away. After all, it’s not everyday that your husband gets a sex change and leaves you for another man. Rodney’s father figured that his mother was such a shit wife, or woman in general; he’d give being a female a shot and prove it wasn’t that hard. The lugubrious, yet, humorous truth.
As for Nell, both her parents were murdered when she was seven. If there was one thing that Carmichael had plenty of, it was heroin. Any drugs really. Also, a lot of thugs who are surprisingly punctual when they expect payment. There’s no way to explain to a young child, boy or girl alike, why mommy and daddy were gunned down in front of their eyes. She learned what her parents were, because her family never hid it. Tough love; learn from their mistakes. Crude, but, truthfully, it never seemed to bother Nell that much anyway. She got to live with her grandmother. Hardly an angel of a woman, but at least she was constant
Even with a childhood that should have shaped and molded them into nobodies; drunks, users, or abusers… they survived.
All Nell has ever wanted was to be able trust someone. Someone who would actually do as they promised. A companion to share her load of heartbreak and disappointment. She needed Rodney, she just hadn’t met him yet. A match for Rodney’s need to feel loved. To be told he was worthwhile. A true sentiment other than the lies found at the bottom of an empty bottle. He never asked that of Nell, but he never had to. Misery can sense misery. They were fools who rushed into love for the sake of not feeling abandoned by the world, yet somehow found their soul mates.
Tragedy, death, and disappointments they’ve both experienced in their short lives created them. They’re two sides of the same coin, all they needed was chance.
Unfortunately, when you’re bred in such adversity and pessimism, it’s bound to follow you until the end of your days. Like a demonic shade shadowing you, waiting to sink in its fangs.
III
November 5th.
7:10PM.
The front door to the Gray’s home opens as the brisk fall air rushes in, as Nell and Rodney heavily step inside. It’s not too late, but the drained emotions make it hard for Nell and Rodney to stay awake. They’re dressed in their Sunday best, but it’s a Thursday.
Nell saddened, eyes glued to the floor in a trance, her pale complexion pouring off grief. A sense of definitive dread that is rarely seen, and if you ever catch a glance of it, pray that it hasn’t
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