05-11-2017, 05:20 PM
The magic in insanity
Ben worked as the manager of a grocery store, almost every day he would see countless people shop for their daily needs.
This place to him however was more then just work, over a decade ago he had met who he thought was the absolute love of his entire life.
A red headed woman named Mary in a black cardigan had locked eyes with him on her way in and by the time she was leaving he had practically chased her out of the store, having given in the young employee had finally met a girl he found exciting.
Sadly now older and as a manager those days were like a dream, single and taking care of their daughter Susan by himself life was not the happy dream he had hoped it would be.
After work closing up shop Ben found himself driving on the road of his small town, the street lights were far and few between.
Being a Friday night Susan was at a friends house for a sleepover and that meant nobody was awaiting him but his own reflection.
Turning up the radio a sad song played but before it could be enjoyed it was quickly taken over by a far more deeper voice which was unmistakenly one of a male news reporter.
"Today at the Braxbury rose asylum five patients escaped together, two have been found closer to town and it is believed the others may still be roaming the streets." The reporter did not seem very worried.
"While most patients at the asylum are considered harmless one escapee has a history of violent behaviour." The message finally clicked in Ben's mind.
Mary was back and he knew it. Pulling the car into the driveway of the suburban home and running across to the front door all seemed safe, the door was locked and the street was silent and after turning the key and peeking inside there was no inner noise to be heard. He wasted no time running to the phone and dialed the number of where Susan was staying.
"Greetings Ben." Said a kind sounding woman he recognised as the mother of Susan's friend.
"Hey Casey I was just wondering are you and the kids alright?" He asked trying not to sound too panicked.
"They are fine but what's got you all worked up?" She asked clearly noticing his panicked tone.
"I heard on the news the rose asylum lost a few patients, they fled into town and haven't all been found." He explained as calmly as he could.
"So you think Mary is with them and might try to reach Susan, I got the place locked up tight we will be fine." Casey seemed as sure of herself as ever and he certainly appreciated it.
"Thanks Casey I suppose I might swing by later just in case though." He posed the suggestion looking to see how it sounded.
"You were going to stay tomorrow for lunch anyway but I think you need rest instead, you might want to lock up yourself though if your truly worried." She was probably right putting the kids on alert was probably unfair.
"Tomorrow for lunch it is then." Said Ben before ending the phone call.
The bed was untidy but was a welcome relief as he climbed into it snuggling under the covers. Believing that he was safe he fell fast into a deep slumber. It must have been only an hour or perhaps two when Ben shot up quickly, the smell of food had woken him. Getting to his feet he was drowsy but knew all to well that something was very wrong. The stairway creaked as he moved down the stairs to the lower floor directing himself now far more awake toward the kitchen.
The table was set up as if a romantic dinner was going to take place, candles and a fancy red tableclothe covered the table with what looked like pots and frying pans and plates on the bench full of vegetables and chops. Ben had no need to ask why this was here as the table was set up just as Mary had done back when she lived with him.
Running again for the phone and wasting no time he prepared to call the police, there was no way to make the call however as he peered over he could see the line was cut. Rushing for his mobile phone he locked eyes with a recognisable figure down the hall, Mary in a red dress was staring right at him with a fierce expression of anger.
Ben found himself simply frozen in terror at the sight, the woman had cooked dinner and snuck into his room and taken one of her old dresses without him knowing. He crept back toward the front door slowly until he came to it, sadly the door was locked and he knew exactly where the keys would be.
"I made us dinner." The voice sounded sweet and innocent enough but he knew that Mary had proven herself to be dangerous at the best of times.
"I'm not interested." He said only a moment later wishing he hadn't.
Mary's expression didn't change but she did take a step forward, in her hand was a large kitchen knife that had clearly been used in preparing a meal. She seemed displeased at his answer cause her other hand rose pointing toward the table.
"Don't make me ask again." She said forcing him to accept the risk and move toward the table.
Mary's expression changed to one of a happy woman and one might have suspected at that point she was normal but when she began serving the food a hint of malice beamed off of her. Ben wanted to leave the house or call for help but he also knew that if he did anything there was a high chance he would end up being stabbed or worse.
"I am glad you have taken care of Susan." She said taking her own seat at the other end of the table.
"I did my best I suppose." Ben said nervously not wanting to touch the plate now in front of him.
"Casey seems nice too, she called you again you know but you were obviously asleep." Mary's face was once more contorted in one of pure rage.
"She's just a friend." He said knowing that Mary was probably going to be looking for blood at this point.
"Eat your food." Mary replied her eyes fully locked with his.
Ben wasn't about to eat, he was too frightened to even if he had been hungry, he had no idea how this was going to resolved.
Looking at the plate for a moment then glancing back up at Mary he made it clear he wasn't going to touch it, strangely she seemed to not mind and merely rose from her seat placing her plate back on the bench.
Mary turned and her blue eyes washed over him as he noticed her grip the knife a little tighter before she began making her way over to him. Approaching him she looked him over as if he himself was hiding something.
"It's been awhile since I've seen you." She said sounding like she was about to let loose some tears.
Ben wanted to say he was sorry but he knew that this was not the right situation. An apology would solve nothing and they both knew it. Mary leaned down and brought the knife higher, surprisingly she brought her lips to his and quickly made an attempt to make out with him, he had certainly loved her but this seemed wrong she was not herself and he himself had changed not that it stopped her.
"Do you no longer love me?" She asked having broken their kiss.
"I don't know if your you." Ben replied truthfully not caring what reaction his answer may have caused.
"You have changed too, you used to enjoy my cooking." She smiled though a hint of sadness still remained.
Ben worked as the manager of a grocery store, almost every day he would see countless people shop for their daily needs.
This place to him however was more then just work, over a decade ago he had met who he thought was the absolute love of his entire life.
A red headed woman named Mary in a black cardigan had locked eyes with him on her way in and by the time she was leaving he had practically chased her out of the store, having given in the young employee had finally met a girl he found exciting.
Sadly now older and as a manager those days were like a dream, single and taking care of their daughter Susan by himself life was not the happy dream he had hoped it would be.
After work closing up shop Ben found himself driving on the road of his small town, the street lights were far and few between.
Being a Friday night Susan was at a friends house for a sleepover and that meant nobody was awaiting him but his own reflection.
Turning up the radio a sad song played but before it could be enjoyed it was quickly taken over by a far more deeper voice which was unmistakenly one of a male news reporter.
"Today at the Braxbury rose asylum five patients escaped together, two have been found closer to town and it is believed the others may still be roaming the streets." The reporter did not seem very worried.
"While most patients at the asylum are considered harmless one escapee has a history of violent behaviour." The message finally clicked in Ben's mind.
Mary was back and he knew it. Pulling the car into the driveway of the suburban home and running across to the front door all seemed safe, the door was locked and the street was silent and after turning the key and peeking inside there was no inner noise to be heard. He wasted no time running to the phone and dialed the number of where Susan was staying.
"Greetings Ben." Said a kind sounding woman he recognised as the mother of Susan's friend.
"Hey Casey I was just wondering are you and the kids alright?" He asked trying not to sound too panicked.
"They are fine but what's got you all worked up?" She asked clearly noticing his panicked tone.
"I heard on the news the rose asylum lost a few patients, they fled into town and haven't all been found." He explained as calmly as he could.
"So you think Mary is with them and might try to reach Susan, I got the place locked up tight we will be fine." Casey seemed as sure of herself as ever and he certainly appreciated it.
"Thanks Casey I suppose I might swing by later just in case though." He posed the suggestion looking to see how it sounded.
"You were going to stay tomorrow for lunch anyway but I think you need rest instead, you might want to lock up yourself though if your truly worried." She was probably right putting the kids on alert was probably unfair.
"Tomorrow for lunch it is then." Said Ben before ending the phone call.
The bed was untidy but was a welcome relief as he climbed into it snuggling under the covers. Believing that he was safe he fell fast into a deep slumber. It must have been only an hour or perhaps two when Ben shot up quickly, the smell of food had woken him. Getting to his feet he was drowsy but knew all to well that something was very wrong. The stairway creaked as he moved down the stairs to the lower floor directing himself now far more awake toward the kitchen.
The table was set up as if a romantic dinner was going to take place, candles and a fancy red tableclothe covered the table with what looked like pots and frying pans and plates on the bench full of vegetables and chops. Ben had no need to ask why this was here as the table was set up just as Mary had done back when she lived with him.
Running again for the phone and wasting no time he prepared to call the police, there was no way to make the call however as he peered over he could see the line was cut. Rushing for his mobile phone he locked eyes with a recognisable figure down the hall, Mary in a red dress was staring right at him with a fierce expression of anger.
Ben found himself simply frozen in terror at the sight, the woman had cooked dinner and snuck into his room and taken one of her old dresses without him knowing. He crept back toward the front door slowly until he came to it, sadly the door was locked and he knew exactly where the keys would be.
"I made us dinner." The voice sounded sweet and innocent enough but he knew that Mary had proven herself to be dangerous at the best of times.
"I'm not interested." He said only a moment later wishing he hadn't.
Mary's expression didn't change but she did take a step forward, in her hand was a large kitchen knife that had clearly been used in preparing a meal. She seemed displeased at his answer cause her other hand rose pointing toward the table.
"Don't make me ask again." She said forcing him to accept the risk and move toward the table.
Mary's expression changed to one of a happy woman and one might have suspected at that point she was normal but when she began serving the food a hint of malice beamed off of her. Ben wanted to leave the house or call for help but he also knew that if he did anything there was a high chance he would end up being stabbed or worse.
"I am glad you have taken care of Susan." She said taking her own seat at the other end of the table.
"I did my best I suppose." Ben said nervously not wanting to touch the plate now in front of him.
"Casey seems nice too, she called you again you know but you were obviously asleep." Mary's face was once more contorted in one of pure rage.
"She's just a friend." He said knowing that Mary was probably going to be looking for blood at this point.
"Eat your food." Mary replied her eyes fully locked with his.
Ben wasn't about to eat, he was too frightened to even if he had been hungry, he had no idea how this was going to resolved.
Looking at the plate for a moment then glancing back up at Mary he made it clear he wasn't going to touch it, strangely she seemed to not mind and merely rose from her seat placing her plate back on the bench.
Mary turned and her blue eyes washed over him as he noticed her grip the knife a little tighter before she began making her way over to him. Approaching him she looked him over as if he himself was hiding something.
"It's been awhile since I've seen you." She said sounding like she was about to let loose some tears.
Ben wanted to say he was sorry but he knew that this was not the right situation. An apology would solve nothing and they both knew it. Mary leaned down and brought the knife higher, surprisingly she brought her lips to his and quickly made an attempt to make out with him, he had certainly loved her but this seemed wrong she was not herself and he himself had changed not that it stopped her.
"Do you no longer love me?" She asked having broken their kiss.
"I don't know if your you." Ben replied truthfully not caring what reaction his answer may have caused.
"You have changed too, you used to enjoy my cooking." She smiled though a hint of sadness still remained.