bloodied bed. Unable to breathe, she fell to her knees, then to the floor. She’d done it. She’d taken care of Carl. Her heart finally gave out, and as Alice promised, she and her daughter could now be together.
Epilogue
Two days passed by before Carl was rescued. Growing concerned when he didn’t show up for work or answer his phone, his long-time partner, Detective Sanders, went over to the apartment to check on him. When Carl didn’t come to the door, his partner jimmied the lock and entered, discovering a gruesome scene in the bedroom.
Barely alive, Carl was rushed to the hospital where over the next couple of weeks he went through multiple surgeries. His legs couldn’t be saved and were amputated well above the knees. He was kept in a medically induced coma for weeks.
Six months since his torturous encounter, Carl—sightless, legless, and with no fingers or teeth—lay in an assisted-living home for severely handicapped people. Every day was a nightmare. He was no longer the man he knew himself to be. He wasn’t even sure if he was alive. Maybe he was in Hell. And if he wasn’t, then he’d gladly trade his soul to be there if it meant he could leave the world and his decrepit body behind.
He’d been a detective. All that power now gone, taken away by the weakest of opponents, an eighty-two-year-old woman. A subject more pathetic than the dreck he arrested in back alleys.
Carl had had it all: stolen drug money he’d been storing away, whores—including his wife—whenever he wanted them, and power. How he loved the power.
Now he was powerless, too weak to even off himself and end his living hell. He thought it ironic how he had wanted to be served, to be taken care of, waited upon by his bitches like a king. Now it was all true, just not in the way he had intended. Nurses were now his bitches and they did little to nothing to give him what he truly wanted.
He didn’t understand how the doctors could let him live. He begged to be put to death and when that didn’t work he prayed, but those prayers went unanswered. And the kicker was, he had been too damn healthy, the doctors telling him that if he hadn’t been in such great shape he would’ve surely died.
Every moment was hell. He could no longer hurt anyone. His power was gone. His wrath, his hate, was now internal and always would be.
Night and day, he asked for death to come.
Forty years later it finally did.
Look for these titles by David Bernstein
Now Available:
Amongst the Dead
Damaged Souls
The Tree Man
Witch Island
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The Unhinged
A witch’s curse from beyond the grave!
Witch Island
© 2014 David Bernstein
Witch Island used to be feared. Even the bravest would not dare go there. Legend said a witch had been burned alive at the stake, and upon her death she cursed the town. Terrified residents performed rituals to keep her spirit trapped on the island where she was buried.
Now, over a hundred years later, a group of high school seniors have decided to forgo the local graduation parties and have a small gathering of their own—on Witch Island. They don’t fear the legends. They scoff at them. But the group will soon learn these particular legends are nothing to scoff at. And Witch Island will prove far worse than they could have ever imagined.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Witch Island:
Margaret Rivers awoke tied to an iron post in the midst of a small clearing in the middle of a heavily wooded area. Freshly cut logs, both thick and thin, lay piled at her feet. The pungent aroma of kerosene filled the air. Night had fallen; the villagers’ torches cast hundreds of dancing shadows along the tree line. There were only five people left from the throng that had taken her from her home. These were the executioners, the witnesses to her death.
Her head throbbed from where she had been clubbed, but her focus remained. The villagers had killed her husband, her soul mate, then burned her house to the ground. Margaret
Epilogue
Two days passed by before Carl was rescued. Growing concerned when he didn’t show up for work or answer his phone, his long-time partner, Detective Sanders, went over to the apartment to check on him. When Carl didn’t come to the door, his partner jimmied the lock and entered, discovering a gruesome scene in the bedroom.
Barely alive, Carl was rushed to the hospital where over the next couple of weeks he went through multiple surgeries. His legs couldn’t be saved and were amputated well above the knees. He was kept in a medically induced coma for weeks.
Six months since his torturous encounter, Carl—sightless, legless, and with no fingers or teeth—lay in an assisted-living home for severely handicapped people. Every day was a nightmare. He was no longer the man he knew himself to be. He wasn’t even sure if he was alive. Maybe he was in Hell. And if he wasn’t, then he’d gladly trade his soul to be there if it meant he could leave the world and his decrepit body behind.
He’d been a detective. All that power now gone, taken away by the weakest of opponents, an eighty-two-year-old woman. A subject more pathetic than the dreck he arrested in back alleys.
Carl had had it all: stolen drug money he’d been storing away, whores—including his wife—whenever he wanted them, and power. How he loved the power.
Now he was powerless, too weak to even off himself and end his living hell. He thought it ironic how he had wanted to be served, to be taken care of, waited upon by his bitches like a king. Now it was all true, just not in the way he had intended. Nurses were now his bitches and they did little to nothing to give him what he truly wanted.
He didn’t understand how the doctors could let him live. He begged to be put to death and when that didn’t work he prayed, but those prayers went unanswered. And the kicker was, he had been too damn healthy, the doctors telling him that if he hadn’t been in such great shape he would’ve surely died.
Every moment was hell. He could no longer hurt anyone. His power was gone. His wrath, his hate, was now internal and always would be.
Night and day, he asked for death to come.
Forty years later it finally did.
Look for these titles by David Bernstein
Now Available:
Amongst the Dead
Damaged Souls
The Tree Man
Witch Island
Coming Soon:
The Unhinged
A witch’s curse from beyond the grave!
Witch Island
© 2014 David Bernstein
Witch Island used to be feared. Even the bravest would not dare go there. Legend said a witch had been burned alive at the stake, and upon her death she cursed the town. Terrified residents performed rituals to keep her spirit trapped on the island where she was buried.
Now, over a hundred years later, a group of high school seniors have decided to forgo the local graduation parties and have a small gathering of their own—on Witch Island. They don’t fear the legends. They scoff at them. But the group will soon learn these particular legends are nothing to scoff at. And Witch Island will prove far worse than they could have ever imagined.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Witch Island:
Margaret Rivers awoke tied to an iron post in the midst of a small clearing in the middle of a heavily wooded area. Freshly cut logs, both thick and thin, lay piled at her feet. The pungent aroma of kerosene filled the air. Night had fallen; the villagers’ torches cast hundreds of dancing shadows along the tree line. There were only five people left from the throng that had taken her from her home. These were the executioners, the witnesses to her death.
Her head throbbed from where she had been clubbed, but her focus remained. The villagers had killed her husband, her soul mate, then burned her house to the ground. Margaret
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