The Lonely Old Lady Author : RIYAA JOSHI

 The Lonely Old Lady

Author : RIYAA JOSHI

"It started a few years ago. I was thirsty for blood. I had developed a taste for human meat and skin. My first victim, Officer Black, was my gardener. One fine day, he came at sharp 6 in the morning, as always, and watered my precious garden generously. At 7, he came in, and requested me to give him a glass of water. I went into the kitchen, alright, but a glass of water wasn't the only thing I took. As Frank the gardener gulped down his glass, my hand rose behind him and a long, sharp knife came into view. I plunged the knife straight through the hem of his shirt and inside his hot and sweaty back as a fountain of blood splashed my pretty pink dress. I couldn't help it, Officer. You see, I am an old lady. I get lonely sitting alone in the small of these four walls. My cannibalism always seems to overwhelm me. My second victim, was old Mrs. Thomas from across the street. Poor lady, I tell you Officer Black. Always cares for me, you know, and brings me pickle and stew when I need 'em! But sadly, she had to die. That evening, she came knocking at my door, wearing that short, yellow frock and those blue sandals. She had come to offer me tea, you see! I urged her to come in and settled her in. She offered me the teapot. I went in and readied two cups of tea in a tray. Well, I could've simply poisoned her tea.....but, Officer, I hope you understand my bloodlust. So as Mrs. Thomas sipped her tea in the elegant tea cup, I smashed her head with the glass tray and the next thing I knew, there was blood all over my pink pastel coloured couch. Now, Officer, you might ask, why do I do this? I answered this before, too. I am just too lonely! You see, Officer, I do not dispose of the heads of my victims. I have a lifeless body sitting on my favourite chair, which is missing its head. All I do, when I get too lonely, is take one of the heads from my victim collection, and settle it on top of the body. That way, I can talk to all of them! Isn't that brilliant?" She cackled a witch's laugh.

But now....she was getting bored talking to Officer Black. She simply took his head and looked up at the other heads on the shelves.
Yes.....the baker would do for now. She put Officer Black's head on the shelf and brought down the baker's.

Ah, what a way to live life!




No.Of.Words -- 441

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