The Creepy Quinn’s: Part 2

Excruciating pain coursed through Matthew’s body. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by Mrs. Quinn, sawing his right arm off. Matthew screamed in pain, but his screams were muffled by an apple wedged in his mouth. He couldn’t believe this was how he would die.

“Don’t worry buddy, you’ll die soon from the blood lost.” said Malcolm

“Let’s just shoot him; it’ll be easier.” said Mr. Quinn

Mrs. Quinn looked at Mr. Quinn in disgust. She finished sawing Matthew’s arm off; Madeleine walked over with her plate. Mrs. Quinn placed the arm on her plate and smiled.

“There you are, my good girl”

Mr. Quinn sighed.

“Excuse him, Matthew; he's become soft over the years.”

Fighting through the unbearable pain, Matthew starts talking, forgetting about the apple wedged in his apple. Mrs. Quinn removes the apple.

“What was that?”

“So you guys are cannibals?”

“Sure. You can say that.”

“All of you are going to hell!”

Matthew fights with his restraints.

“Relax, sweetie.”

“Fuck you fucking bitch”

“Language, Matthew, what a dirty mouth.”

Mrs. Quinn starts to cut off Matthew’s right leg. Matthew screams; Malcolm shoves the apple back in his mouth.

“No need to alert the neighbors.”

“It’s fine. The Chamberlain’s are away on holiday this year. Bring your plate.”

Malcolm brings over his plate, and Mrs. Quinn puts the leg on the plate.

“My boy is growing up so fast.”

The blood squirts out of Matthew’s open wounds. The pain feels endless; tears and sweat pour down his face.

Matthew looks at Malcolm and Madeline eating his body parts, which feels unreal. He couldn’t believe those were his limbs, just off his body, and were being unwrapped and eaten like candy.

The chewing noises coming from them both as they both feasted sent him into a fit of rage.

“Now the head.”

Matthew moved as much of his body as he could. He figured since he was going to die, he wouldn't make it easy.

“Hold still; this is my piece. I like the chewy insides, the brain.”

Mrs. Quinn smiled.

He took one last look into Mrs. Quinn's eyes.

“Rest in peace, Matthew.”

Mrs. Quinn started to saw through Matthew's neck; his body twitched and jolted for a few seconds, then completely stopped. She grabbed his head by the hair and snapped it off, disconnecting his head from the body.

“Alright, that's my piece.”

She looks over at Mr. Quinn. Mr. Quinn sat in the chair, watching his kids feast in disgust. He held the shotgun tightly.

“You can cut your piece since you're the man of the house.”

“This is disgraceful.”

“Well, we’ve been doing it since we met; now you have a change of heart. Did your old age make you soft, honey?”

“I guess I grew a conscience.”

“Too late for that. What's done is done.”

“You’re right, but I can stop it from happening again.”

Mr. Quinn picked up the shotgun and pointed it at Malcolm.

“Harold, don’t you fucking dare!”

“Dad?”

“I’m sorry, son.”

Mr. Quinn shoots Malcolm in the head. Madeleine screams and runs upstairs.

“What are you doing!”

Mr. Quinn aims the shotgun at Mrs. Quinn.

“Harold!”

“You’re a monster.”

“Now wait a—“

Mr. Quinn shoots Mrs. Quinn in the head. He reloads the shotgun. He doesn’t think twice or mourn the death of his wife or his son. He believes he’s doing the right thing, so he tries to convince Madeline to come downstairs.

“Sweetie, it’s okay; daddy won’t hurt you.”

“You shot Malcolm!”

“That’s because Malcolm is a monster, and you aren’t. You’re my baby girl, right?”

Madeline peeked her head out from behind the banister, only to look into the barrel of the shotgun. Mr. Quinn pulls the trigger.

Tears fell from his eyes. He sobbed and screamed for a few minutes.

“God forgive us.”

He sat on the steps and wiped his tears. He puts the shotgun in his mouth and closes his eyes. He pulls the trigger…