'And because we knew each other so well. Because we were so close. She took a big part of me inside her just so she could deal with all the guilt and emotion of killing her twin. She wanted desperately for me to live on inside her you know, and that is exactly what happened. She had conversations with me at all hours of the day and night. Every single day for years and years until she became so intertwined with both personalities that she could no longer differentiate between the two of us.'
'And what about your mother? What happened to her?'
'I have no memory of my Mother. But you can bet your life it wasn't a happy ever after ending for her either. I do know that our father only ever wanted girls and all of the other babies born before and after us, were put into the big old storage freezer in this very cellar.'
Jason glanced over at the large freezer with a look of sorrow. He remembered Haley's chilling dream back at the cottage and how he never believed, or hoped, that it could ever be true.
'So your dream, the girls, the freezer full of babies, this place… it was all real?'
'Yes.' replied Haley with a whisper.
'And did you or your sister ever become pregnant from the father?'
Haley hung her head shamefully before replying.
'No. He wasn't that way inclined. But I think from all the beatings he inflicted upon us as children, then her as a teenager, he made us incapable of ever having children of our own. But as sick as this may sound. She actually became very close to our father Jason. Especially after she ended my life. I think father was shocked, surprised and proud that one of us had finally come out of his cellar. And with that came a new found respect for his only living daughter.'
Haley took more deep breaths. A large wave of relief engulfed her, a relief that she could finally get all of this pent up horror, off her chest, at long last. She'd never had the chance nor opportunity to confess her horrible and rancid family history to anyone before. But she felt very grateful for the opportunity.
'And because of that new found respect for her, he began to let her help him kill. Animals at first... people later. I remember how the two of them used to enjoy travelling down to the bigger cities, especially late at night to kill the odd homeless person or random prostitute. Father psychopath and daughter psychopath side by side. I suppose you could say I became her conscience in a way. But after all these years of such evilness festering inside of her, she has no need for a conscience.'
'There must be a way to help you Haley. Please... Just give me a chance to at least try.'
Haley remained silent.
'But you have to get me out of here first. Then I can help you get better. I can help you get rid of this... of her'
'Jason, I can't beat her.' snapped Haley. 'Haven't you been listening to a single word I've said. She is too strong for me. We would only get so far before she took over, and then she would kill you.'
'Well what about if I restrain you or tie you up and take you to a good hospital. I've got plenty of money. I could pay for a really good doctor to look after you, help you get through all this.'
'And then what Jason? You'll come and visit me in jail for the next fifty years when they find out about all the people she brutally tortured and murdered?'
Haley closed her eyes and shook her head, her mind made up.
'Haley Please. We've got to at least try. We have to?'
Haley suddenly jerked and twisted unnaturally, she then held her head in pain.
'Haley?'
'She's stirring Jason.' Haley cried, struggling to balance herself.
'Then we haven't got much time. You need to untie me right now so I can get you out of here. So I can help you.'
'You really think...You really believe you can help me Jason? Really?' cried Haley.
'Haley, I swear to you. Get me out of here and I will help you.' replied Jason sternly. 'I promise you that much? As long as you let me try then there can still be some hope for you… for us.'
The pain inside Haley's head gradually receded, yet it still hovered over her, threatening to return at any moment. Haley staggered up to her feet and leaned over Jason's prison chair. She started unbinding the thick ropes tied all around him. Suddenly Haley winced in pain, ceasing to untie Jason for a brief moment, while the pain returned. She held her head in even greater agony.
'Come on Haley. You can fight her.' Jason shouted, desperate and reassuringly. 'Fight that bitch. I know you can beat her Haley. I know you can stand up to her.'
Haley shook her head vigorously, trying to shake the immense pain away. She put all of her focus and concentration into untying Jason. Still squinting with pain she untied his legs and moved hastily onto his arms and hands while remaining in a determined silence throughout the whole process, trying her damnedest to focus on the job at hand. In no time Haley had uncoiled the thin lair of wire from around Jason's chest and arms too, as well as the thick rope, leaving just the handcuffs around his wrists which lay behind his back.
Haley pulled out a small key from her tight jean pockets and made her way behind Jason. Quickly she unlocked the cuffs, but only one released from the locking mechanism. The other remained firmly attached to his right wrist.
'The handcuffs are broken. I can only loosen one.'
'It's okay. Ones enough.' replied Jason sounding relieved. 'I'm fairly sure I can bare the discomfort until we're far away from here.'
Haley winced again and held her head in agony once more. She staggered backwards too, fighting with herself.
'NO! NO! NOT YET. NOT YET.' Haley shrieked as she finally fell to the ground. Her whole body slamming down hard onto the cellar floor as she struggled furiously in a spasm fit. Jason tried to stand up, completely forgetting that his feet were still nailed to the cellar floorboards. He groaned as if noticing the dull, throbbing ache from his feet for the first time. He immediately sat back down again.
'Haley. Come on Haley. Fight her. Please Haley. Fight her for me. Please. I can't lose you like this Haley. Please…fight.'
Haley let out a deafening roar, chilling Jason to the bone. She stopped struggling. Jason tried again to pull his nailed feet up from the cellar floor from his seated position, but they still wouldn't budge a fraction without the nail heads tearing and ripping apart the flesh on the roof of his feet and wedging into his bone. Jason took a second to focus, preparing himself for the worst should Haley return to her sick, psychotic state. He would try with all his will power, strength and determination to rip his feet right out from the grasp of the thick nail heads. Haley stirred. Gradually she got up onto her knees. She took a second to gather her breathing, thoughts and balance. Jason focused his attention on Haley. He Glanced at her desperately while looking for the slightest hint that she was still her sane, normal self.
'HALEY? HALEY?' Jason cried, desperate. 'Is it you? Is it you Haley?'
Haley breathed hard and gently groaned.
'IS IT YOU HALEY?' Jason roared, louder, more desperate.
'Yes. Yes it's me...' Haley coughed. 'It's me Jason, it's me.'
Haley struggled to her feet. Jason sighed, greatly relieved.
'I don't know how much more I can take of this.' Haley said, wearily standing in front of Jason. 'Come on. Why are you still sitting there?' she continued, looking confused, trying to regain her lost composure. Jason glanced grimly down at his feet. Haley followed his gaze.
'If you could just help me pull out the first few, then I'm pretty sure I could manage the rest myself.' Jason said with a half hearted smile. Haley sighed, almost grinning. She glanced dartingly around the entire cellar until a small nearby shelf caught her eye. Upon the shelf was a hammer, pliers and half a dozen or so various other kinds of tools. Underneath the shelf were three different sizes of dirty old spades. Haley hurried to the shelf behind Jason, anxiously she grabbed the claw hammer. She returned to him, crouching at his bruised and bloodied feet. With the rusty claw end of the hammer she attempted to pull out the first of ten thick long steel nails, deeply embedded i
nto the roof of his feet.
'This might hurt a little,' Haley said forcing a smile.
'Don't even think about it, just do it,' Jason replied gripping the sides of the wooden chair for dear life. He glanced up at the dark cellar roof and the single shining light bulb hanging over them. Jason moaned and clenched his teeth, as Haley struggled to get a decent grip of the first nail head through the claw end of the hammer.
'Nailing your feet to the floor! she really is one sick bitch.'
'You're telling me.' Jason bit his tongue to numb the pain. Then Haley managed to get a good grip of the first nail head. She bent the claw hammer back and, agonisingly for Jason, raised the first bloodied, fleshy pulp covered nail out from deep within Jason's foot. Finally she pulled the nail all the way out.
'Well that's the first one out at least.' Haley grinned, looking a little pleased with herself.
'And the rest?' Jason squirmed impatiently. 'Don't stop, just rip those fuckers right out of there.'
Haley obliged. It wasn't long before she'd pulled out four, then six, then eight of the ten nails to Jason's horrific displeasure. Physically and mentally drained, Jason attempted to use his remaining brute strength to force his feet up from the floorboards. When he did the remaining nails gave way. Jason let out one more agonising roar, lifting both his bare, bruised and battered sore feet, up from the cellar floor to their freedom.
Once his feet were free, Jason fell back into the large wooden chair, utterly shattered. After a few moments rest he gently raised his feet so Haley could pick and pull the two remaining few nails out from the flesh. She discarded the last nail, throwing it deep into a dark corner of the cellar, then rising to her own feet she attempted to help Jason back onto his.
Jason groaned as Haley pulled him upwards with a great effort. He struggled at first to stand up right, limping with both feet as Haley wrapped her arms firmly around his waist, supporting him with all her tired strength. Jason stopped for a second, struggling a little to keep his balance, but he was getting used to the pressure and dull ache from the balls of his feet.
'Come on. I think your car might still be around the back and not lying at the bottom of the sea like all the rest.' said Haley, edging him onwards.
Jason, with Haley's help, limped his way through the cellar towards the exit doorway which led into a dark and eerie corridor. Haley winced again, losing her balance. She released her supporting hold of Jason, holding her head in agony. Jason staggered against the nearest wall, completely off balance, but managing to support himself none the less. A few yards away Haley struggled frantically with herself once again. She screamed fiercely while holding her head and staggering erratically all around the cellar.
'No. NOOOO! PLEASE JUST... LEAVE ME ALONE...WHY CAN'T YOU JUST...' Haley cried, greatly distressed, but cruelly interrupted by her own terrifying alternate self and evil psychotic twin.
'YOU BITCH. YOU FUCKING LITTE WHORE…HELP ONE OF MY VICTIMS ESCAPE YOU FUCKING WHORE…I'LL KILL HIM. FUCKING KILL HIM.' raged the twisted Haley. Her venomous voice filled with so much anger, bile and spiteful hate.
Haley struggled with her sister over by the opposite wall, well away from Jason for the moment. Suddenly she smacked her head hard against the stone wall as her twisted sister took control of her body. Blood trickled down the front of Haley's head, streaming along the side of her face. Haley staggered backwards, off balance, stuck in a toxic, dizzy daze, fighting back for control again. In another chilling second, Haley's sister was in complete control of her body again.
Quickly she glared towards Jason with a wild rage in her eyes. He still leaned wearily against the exit doorway watching in great horror the crazy and surreal events of Haley's insane behaviour unfolding before his very eyes. Haley's sister let loose an animalistic snarl and rushed over towards the tool shelf upon the back wall. From the shelf she grabbed a large hatchet knife, before turning and glaring right at Jason. Breathing heavily and snarling like a rabid dog, she rushed wildly towards him now, screaming like some demented demon cannibal killer. Her entire face smeared with her own blood.
'DIIIIIIEEE! DIIIIEEEEE! FUCKING DIE!' Haley's crazed sister screamed rushing at Jason and waving her hatchet sword viciously back and forth in the air. Jason remained against the doorway, still supporting himself, but controlling his breathing and composure with long deep breaths. He was just watching and waiting, biding his time for the right moment.
Haley's evil sister raised the Hatchet high above her head. She was only a few whiskers away from him and ready to strike out hard. In a flash, Jason, using his little remaining energy wisely, managed to duck low and out of Haley's slashing reach. Instead of striking Jason she struck ferociously hard at the stonewall doorframe behind him, almost breaking her wrist.
Haley's sister, in her insane rage and with her full adrenaline flowing, recovered swiftly. She turned sharply and made another violent slashing lunge right for Jason's head
'I'LL KILL YOU! FUCKING KILL YOU!' she shrieked, hissed and spat.
Jason turned to face her, staggering backwards, then falling onto the cellar floor as she swung ferociously at him again and again, just missing him. Haley screamed a hideous, deafening cry. Then she suddenly dropped the hatchet knife to the floor, holding her head in immense, brutal pain. Jason took this opportunity to glance around until his gaze fell upon the row of three rusty spades leaning against the opposite wall directly behind his old prison chair. He gathered up all of his remaining energy and strength and crawled, fast as his hands and knees could manage, desperately towards them.
Haley continued to scream wildly and uncontrollably, fighting furiously with herself. Her enraged and unnatural screams sent chills down the back of Jason's spine as he reached the set of spades. Jason clambered painfully up onto his feet and picked up the first spade within his grasp, turning back to face Haley. He did well to keep his balance limping and hobbling his way back towards her. He then held the shovel at a shoulder height and striking distance.
'Please forgive me Haley.' Jason whispered, emotionally drained. Haley turned, still screaming, hissing like some wild lunatic savage. Jason held his breath, without thinking twice he swung the spade at Haley's head. There was an unhealthy crack. Haley fell to the floor unconscious.
There was a calm silence as Jason stood over her body. He was still holding his breath with memories surfacing in his mind from days earlier when he'd found himself standing over the very same body of this sweet, innocent and pretty faced young woman, lying before him at the bottom of the hill. Jason released his grip from the spade, dropping the rusty old shovel onto the cellar floor with a clank.
Jason breathed out, relieved. He continued to stand over Haley's unconscious body pondering his next move. His train of thought though was interrupted from within the dim glowing darkness. A low and almost retarded muffled groan echoed out from behind him.
'Jayyyy...son,' said the chilling, retarded voice. Jason continued to glance at Haley. She was still motionless, maybe even dead. There was no way to tell at this particular moment.
'JAYYYYYYY... SONN.' cried the sick, ghastly voice, which sounded even more determined to be heard. Jason staggered around to face the grim, bloodied and disfigured figure of Gary. He was still slumped over in his wheelchair with what little body parts remained on him.
'Jase... son!' Gary continued. This time his words were calmer with much less effort and determination. It was the sound of a man who had already given up on life.
Jason hobbled towards the gruesome figure. The taste of vomit rose higher up his throat the more he set eyes upon this ghastly, pulpy shadow of a man. Gary tried to smile, but his face and mouth were barely recognisable, let alone useable.
'Puuu…leass... Jay...son... Puee...leasss'
Jason stared hard. Tears formed in his eyes at the pitiful, sorrowful site in front of him.
'Ar... you... leavin... na... Jay… ssson.' Gary spurted from his mashed mouth. His words mixed with dry, soggy blood from a tongue
long gone. Gary had to take his time saying every single word, which Jason could barely understand.
'Yes Gary. I'm leaving now mate.'
Gary tried to force a smile, but it was just wrong and hideous that he even tried.
'That... good… But pul...lease Jay... son… Pu...lease... End... tis... for me.'
The tears in Jason's eyes couldn't hold on any longer. They streamed down his cheeks as he scrunched his eyes up in with great emotional pain at what Gary was asking him to do.
'Pu... lease… Jay… sonn. Pu...lease... Kill... Me....' Gary continued, again and again, replaying every little word like a broken record player that continued to play, sounding out the same scratchy lyrics over and over. Jason took a deep breath and eventually opened his eyes. He turned his attention towards the rusty old spade lying upon the cellar floor and picked it up.
CHAPTER fourteen
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