The Carriage of Death

The Carriage of Death

  Copyright by: Drac Von Stoller

  Content

  Chapter One: Problem with alcohol

  Chapter Two: Rock Bottom

  Chapter Three: Can’t stop now

  About this Author

  Chapter One: Problem with alcohol

  It was 1883 and the little town of Brickport where Dr. Moorehead had been practicing medicine for many years started getting complaints from his patients. The doctor had a little alcohol problem that wouldn't go away, and it was showing by bad diagnosis that didn't go unnoticed by his patients, which ultimately led to his practice being suspended indefinitely. Dr. Moorehead lost it, and drowned his sorrows in alcohol, and fast women, which brought his world that he so loved to an end when his wife took their three children and walked out on him. No practice and no family all Dr. Moorehead had left was a bottle of whiskey, a doctor's bag, a carriage he rode into work, and a castle in ruins.

  Chapter Two: Rock Bottom

  Since Dr. Moorehead had no female companionship his hatred towards women grew as the days got lonelier and lonelier. Every time the doctor's eyes gazed upon a beautiful woman it would send him in a rage that was barely containable, and all he thought of was getting his hands around her soft pretty neck, and choke the life out of her, but he knew if he acted upon it in broad daylight he would be caught, and hung for it. So, he had to think of a way that would leave the town guessing who did it.

  The doctor paced back and forth in his study brainstorming how he would get away with murder. Then he said, "I've got it!" I'll go out after midnight when everyone is asleep and the fog is thick, then no one will be able to identify the killer. Besides there's always a lady of the night still walking the street’s looking to make a fast buck before the night is over."

  The doctor sharpened his instruments put on his black trench coat, top hat, and set out into the night on what would become his carriage of death.

  Dr. Moorehead rode his black carriage of death dressed head to toe in black through the foggy bricked streets with his blades sharpened ready to cut into a lady of the night’s soft pretty flesh, and know that her screams that echoed through the thick fog would go unnoticed by the sleepy town of Brickport.

  Dr. Moorehead slowed his carriage as the lady of the night pulled her dress up to show off her pretty long soft legs. The Doctor tipped his hat to her and said, "Hello, my pretty one why don't you climb in, and will go for a ride to my castle where my bed full of roses awaits your arrival."

  The doctor handed her a beautiful red rose and she said, "That was very thoughtful of you kind sir."

  The doctor had no intentions of bringing her to his castle it was all a lie. She stepped up into the carriage and the doctor closed the door to his carriage that creaked like a coffin that was slowly being closed.

  The carriage took off like a bullet through the fog onward to his castle, but he had other plans for the lady of the night on the cold foggy bricked streets of Brickport, and returning to his castle of ruins wasn't one of those. Displaying his gruesome act for the townspeople, and the constable was all he had on his mind which would leave them wondering who could do such a gruesome thing to such a soft pretty lady of the night, and not have any conscious about it.

  She was unaware of the horror that lies ahead in Dr. Moorehead's carriage of death, but all she could think about was the money she would be getting laying with this stranger. Too bad she couldn't have foreseen what was about to unfold in Dr. Moorehead's carriage of death then her lovely body would not be cut to pieces, and thrown out of the carriage onto the foggy cold brick streets of Brickport in a pool of blood for the scavengers to lick up, and chew the remaining flesh off her body.

  The doctor's carriage came to an abrupt halt, and she poked her head out of the carriage to see why he made such a brief stop. The doctor opened the carriage door, and told her he was having trouble seeing through the thick fog, but reassured her that the fog would pass soon, and they would be on their way to his castle.

  The doctor stepped into the carriage, and locked the door, and said, "There is no reason we can't get to know each other a little better if you know what I mean?"

  He flashed a wad of money in her face. The lady of the night said, "Well if you put it that way, why not."

  The doctor and the lady of the night embraced and kissed. Then the doctor reached in his coat pocket, and pulled out his sharp shiny scalpel raised it in the air with his once warm hands that turned cold as death, and just as their lips were locked the doctor carefully and slowly touched the cold sharp blade to her neck, and her eyes flew wide open in terror. Then in a matter of seconds he released his warm embrace from her and slowly cut her soft neck. Her last word was "Why?" Then her warm blood spewed out of her jugular vein onto the foggy carriage window, and then there was silence, and her body went limp. The doctor said "What a bloody mess, now I'm going to have to get a new trench coat."

  Then he let out an eerie laugh that echoed throughout the foggy streets of Brickport.

  The doctor proceeded to remove her heart, and other vital organs, and placed the bloody organs in a suitcase then picked up her lifeless body, and placed it on the foggy bricked streets for a curious onlooker to stare in horror, and leave the constable scratching his head in who or what could have done such a horrid thing in a quiet town such as Brickport.

  As the doctor laid her dead cold body on the street he dipped his finger in her blood, and drew his initials on her forehead backwards and upside down just to puzzle the constable even more.

  The doctor stepped up into his carriage of death, and let out an eerie laugh then rode into the thick fog unnoticed by anyone back to his castle of ruins to display the organs in glass jars as though they were some kind of trophy. Then he put the jars inside a hidden room behind the fireplace of his study so he could hide any evidence of the killings in case the constable decided to pay him a visit, and stumble upon something that would tie the doctor to the killings.

  The doctor entered back into the study after he was through coming down from his high of killing, eager to head back into town in search of a lonely woman of the night. Dr. Moorehead knew his next kills would be easier, and more violent because the first kill is always the hardest to get behind you, and once a killer sees how easy it is too kill especially not having a real connection to that person, then any other kills is a piece of cake.