Terror, Part 1

At times, his blue eyes took on an unnatural shine, an eerie brilliance and for some reason, during those instances, I felt quite uneasy when he looked at me. It is said one’s eyes are the windows to the soul and I couldn’t help wondering what evil thoughts were lurking deep in the shadows of his mind. Also, I saw that ugly sneering grin more and more as his actions and words began to take on a sadistic nature.

One day when he came home from work, he told me two of the women I worked with stopped by to see him. We lived on a ranch and he said when he was working on the fence alongside the highway they stopped and asked him if he was my husband. When he told them he was, they then identified themselves as being my co-workers and proceeded to tell him that I was a bitch and that they were going to beat hell out of me and cut my breasts off!

He began describing in filthy language, the gory details of how they were going to do it. His eyes had ‘that look’ again and there was a certain unexplainable excitement about him. It was as if he was actually doing these horrible things to me and he was taking extreme pleasure in it!

The whole incident was just too absurd to believe and I told him so. I told him he was mistaken, that the women he spoke of were my friends and would never be involved in such a crazy scheme. We argued and he kept insisting what he had told me was true. I pointed out the fact that he had never met the two women so he couldn’t be sure it was they. I asked him to stand by the exit door at my workplace at quitting time the next night and I would make it a point to come out with them so he could get a good look at them.

The next night, he stood at the door as we had planned. As we all were coming out, I could hear some of the men murmuring among themselves, wondering who the man standing there was and why was he there. When we got in the car, I asked him if the two women with me were the two who made the threats. He confirmed that they were. I asked him if he was 100 percent sure and he said he was.

The next couple of weeks were sheer torture. I was near collapse. My stomach was churning with nervousness so badly I couldn’t eat and any real sleep was out of the question. I was so exhausted, mentally and physically, I could barely drag myself to work.