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Winston

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This is my submission to the Speak Easy writing challenge #162

WINSTON

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes. I’ve tried time and again to weed out the memory from my mind, but to no avail. It’s been twelve years since then, and every time I think about it, I go back to the summer I was sixteen and my mother was scolding me for the umpteenth time about-

 

 

“Don’t you think it’s time to throw that thing away?”

“Mom! Don’t call him a ‘thing’.” I protested indignantly. “Winston is my baby!”

“He was, when you were a baby yourself.” She countered.

“No, he still is!” I insisted.

“Stacy.” My mother sighed impatiently. “Fourteen years you’ve fed that rocking horse, petted it, talked to it, even cuddled with it, for goodness sake! Isn’t that enough?”

“Of course it’s not! Winston’s my best friend. Please let me keep him, just a few days, please?” I begged.

My mother sighed again. “Fine, just for a while.”

 I patted Winston’s head lovingly. I had had him since I was two, and he still looked brand new. His stuffed coat shone a warm brown and his glass eyes were so realistic he almost looked alive. I knew I was being childish, keeping Winston like this, but I was strangely attached to him. I wouldn’t even let Matt, my younger brother, play with him when he was a child.

 I wasn’t throwing him away.

I could have sworn I heard a snort of satisfaction, but I just laughed at my imagination and forgot about it.

 

The next Friday, I came home from school and Winston was missing.

“Mom!” I shrieked. “Mom! What have you done with Winston?”

She spoke calmly.“ Oh, I sold it off to a nice man in the next block. He’s got a little boy at home and couldn’t afford a new rocking horse, you see.” She beamed at me as if it was the best thing in the world.

“I don’t believe this!” I wailed again. She winced. “Lower your voice, Stacy! Winston is gone, and that’s final.”

I spent the next few days in a blue funk until Mr.Hanover, Winston’s new owner, came to return him. He apologized and asked for a refund- a series of accidents had occurred with his family after he brought Winston home, and he felt that poor Winston might have been unlucky for them. Well, his loss! I was just happy to have Winston back. This time I thought I saw a glint in his eyes. Yeah, right. And I’m Wonder Woman. I thought dryly.

I was shaken awake at three in the morning by a hysterical Matt. “Stace.”He sobbed. “Mom’s dead…God…she’s dead.”

The police said that she had been hacked to death with repetitive blows to her face and chest. Investigations were fruitless. The incident faded out of the news and we were left alone to move on with our lives.

 

A few months passed. I was on my bed reading about a painting by Albrecht Dürer, when my brother barged in to borrow a pen. “What did I tell you about knocking?” I grouched. Ignoring my question totally, he pointed at Winston. “You still have this worthless thing? How can you even look at it without remembering Mom?”

“What!” I exclaimed.

“Maybe that Hanover guy was right.” He went on. “Maybe this thing is unlucky.” Matt kicked Winston aggressively and stormed out.

I shook my head. Winston was a toy horse, how could he kill anyone? Except…Winston’s head was the perfect weapon to bludgeon someone…..

But I didn’t question it seriously until the mystery killer claimed both my father and my brother at one go, while I was away for a sleepover. The bloodstains on the floor showed that Matt had been dragged back and forth until he was dead. There were teeth and hoof marks on both of them. Winston had been found standing over their bodies, bathed in their blood. The police figured it was some kind of sick joke.

But I had realized the horrific truth and I knew what to do. The night I was placed under police protection, I lit a match and flung it on my childhood friend Winston. It was over now. Winston would never hurt anyone again.

 

 

I’m jolted back to the present by happy squeals. My daughter Hailey comes running in.

“Mommy, look what Daddy got me!”

I smile and let her take me to see her new gift.

My heart stops.

“Mommy, it’s a horsie!”

It’s Winston.

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Here are the rules:

  • Your post must be dated May 18, 2013, or later.
  • Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
  • Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  • You must include the following sentence as the FIRST line in your submission: “Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.
  • You must also include a reference to the media prompt.
  • The speakeasy is for submissions written specifically for the grid. Please don’t submit an entry if you intend to showcase it to another blog link-up. Such posts are deleted without notice.
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Author: tinkerbelle96

Hi! I'm Sam, an 18 year old certified mad chick who likes to imagine that she can write. I live in India, a colourful, diverse country which is sadly getting polluted everyday by more and more violence....something no citizen can be proud of. I enjoy reading-basically horror, watching romcoms and horror flicks(yes, again horror, my favourite being Sinister- its psychotic just like me), eating( food, oh yes, I love foooooood), attending college, and most of all(oh, do stay and listen a while longer) I love animals. I have periodic urges to own and look random "pets". Currently I wish to own a baby elephant, which I will name Thama. I write to express what I feel, to keep that small creative bone alive in my body, and to make readers happy. I hope you like what I write!

32 thoughts on “Winston

  1. What a story! I love your writing.

  2. And you dare flatter me with sweet words when you write this! I was literaly scared! Nothing is more frightening than inanimate objects that kills when you are not looking! Even more so when that inanimate object is something you loved! Not to mention the whole “coming back to haunt you” thing. This would make for an awesome short horror film.
    Bravo, and thank you for the amazing thrills

    • Haha, glad you liked this. A lot of people might think it’s mainstream I’m afraid, because of all the haunted dolls and whatnot in the history of horror fiction, but I’m honoured you thought its good enough to make a short movie! 🙂

  3. That was terrifying…wow! It does remind me of a story with a killer doll that had to be locked up at night… but a horse makes it somehow even more disturbing especially seeing how close Stacy was to him. And him coming back from the ashes to haunt her, super creepy D:
    *shivers* you had me hooked ’till the end

  4. Fabulous story! I’ll never look at a toy rocking horse the same way 🙂 (This reminds me of my own toy experience as a kid… I swore my brother’s plastic dog toy box chased me out of my brother’s room. It felt so real, but it had to be some kind of weird dream. Even so, I approached that toy box with caution after that!)

    • Evil toys are so creepy, true! Your childhood tale made me laugh, we do imagine weird things as kids but it would be another level of awesome if it had actually been true 😀

  5. Nice, creepy twist, bringing the toy horse back into your life again.

  6. Such a great creepy story! Looks like Winston isn’t going to be as easy to get rid of as she thought. This would make a great film, with the “curse of Winston” passed down through generations of unlucky children 🙂

  7. Hehehehe, what a delicious ending. Cursed objects are among my all-time favorite ghost stories! Thanks for sharing 🙂

  8. This is so creative and creepy! Fantastic job with the prompts! 🙂

  9. Loved this. Seems as though Winston wanted her all to himself. I hope she burns the one her daughter received.

  10. Hm, I wonder if I should go check out the toys in my son’s room! This was exactly the kind of thing I used to worry would happen when I was a kid. I love the ending.

  11. Yikes!I never liked rocking horses-now more so!Poor Stacy-how will she get rid of this Winston now?He loves her obsessively-whose head will roll next? 😛 Excellent take on the prompt 🙂

  12. HOLY SMOKES BATMAN! Your story not only kept me riveted and my breath held…it scared the living beJesus out of me!! You really rocked this challenge. Even scarier, Winston keeps coming back for more!! A horror movie could seriously made around this brilliantly creepy story! ♥

    • Thanks Kathy for stopping by and leaving such a wonderful,detailed comment! Readers like you inspire me because then I think, okay maybe I am doing something right! 🙂

  13. Anyone who has had to move or reduce a household know inanimate objects own you; however, Winston takes it very much further. Good read.

  14. Damn, that Winston sure knows how to bide his time when it comes to revenge. And sadistically violent, for a child’s toy. Stacy messed with the wrong rocking horse. Creepy!!!

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