Call of the Jellenheimer
Chapter 15
Ricky sat in his recliner, pondering what his next move as the Jellenheimer would be. He had recently met a hugboxer named Stephanie who participated in pageant events for fluffies. She was interested in buying one of Ricky’s new yellow foals. He boxed it up and delivered it to her address where he was able to case the area for future endeavors.
“Thanks Ricky!” Stephanie said with a smile. “She’s beautiful!”
“Thanks, be sure to take good care of her!” Ricky said with a smile. “And good luck with the pageant show!”
He could see her fat spoiled mare rubbing against her legs and cooing. “Mama, Angew want sketti!”
“Ok Angel just hold on a minute.” Stephanie said as she closed the door. Ricky noticed she didn’t lock it. What a trusting woman. Too bad it was going to get her killed.
Even more exciting was the thought of torturing her fluffy. There was nothing more satisfying than giving an arrogant smarty what it deserved. Ricky clenched his fist at the thought of wringing the creature’s neck. But he had to bide his time. It was too soon to strike.
Meanwhile he had work to do. He completed his costume: a red hoodie, black jeans and boots, and a Jellenheimer spandex mask he could pull over his face. It was extra creepy looking; perfect for terrifying his victims.
He put it on and chased his fluffies around the apartment, squealing in fear. He laughed at their pathetic idiocy. He grabbed his new favorite victim, one of the three remaining brown foals, and held it by its tail and flicked its face as he planned his evening.
He had already sent the death threat letters telling Stephanie to drop out of the contest or else. This would make it seem like one of her competitors were responsible. He pulled his brand new tazer out of his hoodie pocket. He called it his little helper.
Ricky then proceeded to psych himself up by playing some ICP on the radio and stuffing his backpack with supplies. He bobbed his head to the twisted murder music and sang along.
Soon he was out the door and on his way to Stephanie’s apartment. He made sure the coast was clear before checking the door. It was unlocked. He put his mask on and quietly entered the dark home. It was after midnight. Surely she was asleep by now.
the Jellenheimer will strike tonight!
The voice in his head was overjoyed that they were finally doing something so heinous.
The hallway nightlight flickered as the Jellenheimer quickly snuck down the hall. His distorted shadow shown on the wall as he crept through the apartment.
Creep along, sing this song.
Murder makes the world go round!
The voice in his head sang a happy tune as he entered the kitchen. He knew the bedroom was close, just down the hall that exited the back of the kitchen. But then he heard a noise…
Stephanie came out of her bedroom and entered the bathroom across from her. Ricky quietly pulled out his tazer and waited down in the dark shadows at the end of the hallway. Soon Stephanie exited the bathroom, rubbing her eyes.
ZAP!
She fell like a bag of bricks. He tazed her in the back of the neck which fried her nervous system good enough to knock her out. He quickly taped her hands and feet together before taping her mouth shut as well. He dragged her into the kitchen and handcuffed her to the old radiator below the window, drawing the blinds shut.
Then, as if on queue, the spoiled bitch mare smarty came out of the bedroom into the kitchen.
“Mummah, Angew is fiwsty. Need wawm miwkies.” The creature demanded. She looked up to see the twisted expression of the Jellenheimer staring down at her.
Before she could scream he was upon her. His hand clasped her throat as he pulled her into his arms, wrestling her as he taped her legs and mouth.
He tossed her on the floor in front of Stephanie who was starting to come to. She opened her eyes in terror as she realized her predicament. She struggled to free herself to no avail. She looked up to see the Jellenheimer towering over her, a kitchen knife in his hand. Her muffled screams fell on deaf ears.
“Scream all you want.” The Jellenheimer said in a dark and twisted voice. “No one is coming to save you.”
He grabbed her fluffy and held it over her by the scruff of its neck. Urine and feces dripped from the little pony’s genitals onto Stephanie’s face.
“Disgusting vermin aren’t they?” The Jellenheimer hissed. “Look how pathetic it is in the face of danger.” He turned the creature toward him. “I’ll let u go if u agree to leave your mommy forever.”
The pony frantically nodded, caring little for its owner.
“How sad.” The Jellenheimer sighed. “it looks like your little friend here doesn’t care about you at all. What a little traitor. Don’t you think it deserves some punishment?”
He slowly pushed the knife into the creature’s eye. It’s muffled screaming was almost palpable.
“This is what happens to spoiled shitrats like yours.” The Jellenheimer growled.
Stephanie closed her eyes to avoid the gruesome sight but the villain refused to let her hide.
“Open your eyes or its you that will suffer.” He warned. “I’m not afraid to torture you if I have to.”
She opened her eyes as they filled with tears. She saw her bloody, injured fluffy inches away from her.
“What wins fluffy pageants I wonder?” The Jellenheimer sneered. “I bet this big beautiful tail is important…”
He slowly sawed the tail off with the dull kitchen knife. The fluffy writhed in agony as its precious part was removed. Each second felt like a minute as both fluffy and owner were scarred for life.
Finally the Jellenheimer cruelly tossed the bloody severed tail in Stephanie’s face.
“So much for winning anything.” He jeered. “You should have listened to my letters telling you to drop out.”
Yesss… keep up the lie.
“Oh well.” He sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to take drastic measures.” He said as he slit the fluffy’s throat, its body slumped to the floor.
Before Stephanie could sniffle, the knife plunged deep into the side of her head, killing her.