Thriller Farmhouse

[Boobsucker1994]

The whole experience with Chandra affected me in a strange way. When I had looked at his battered body in his grave, I had thought that I would see it in my nightmares for the rest of my life. But that did not happen. I guess my conscience is clear that he had it coming to him.

But I would occasionally have nightmares of him banging my mother. I never did forgive myself for failing to protect her. We got revenge, yes but it would have been better to protect her.

I had developed a habit of visiting Chandra's grave and pissing on it whenever I visited India. I realized the the nightmares would stop for a few months every time I did that. It was as if his tormented spirit did not want to be forgotten and called to me to visit his grave even if it was to desecrate it. Nobody else knew or cared where he was but me. And like a victim of abuse he longed for a connection.

Or maybe it was all in my head.

The city near the old farmhouse expanded right across the woods surrounding it. But the farmhouse itself was left alone. It had gained quite the reputation for being a haunted place.

My wife once asked me where I kept sneaking off to whenever we visited India. I told her that I went to piss on the grave of my mom's rapist and gave her a heavily sanitized version of the events of so long ago.

She visited the farmhouse with me once but was instantly creeped out.

I don't feel scared though. As I walk through the gates I can feel the presence of all the women who had disappeared, all of Chandra's victims reaching out to me, to thank me. "We tormented him the way he tormented us. Thank you!" I hear them whisper to me in the breeze.

And that is why I'm standing here behind this decrepit old farmhouse. Excuse me, but I really do need to go pee.