Halloween is fast approaching, and I’m in the mood to share some Halloween fun with everyone.
The following short story is featured in my Paranormal Anthology “Mind-Shaft”
I hope you enjoy it!
He stood all of six feet, a powerful man, powerfully built. When he was on the attack, he came at you head on, with a sneer on his face and nothing in his eyes.
Leighton Caulfield, the name was enough to make board members shudder and rush to check their retirement funds.
The man, if indeed you wish to think of him as such, the man had no discernible attributes. He ran the corporations he controlled with an iron hand and no compunction. It was said by many that knew him, that should the owner of a lesser company driven to the wall by Caulfield’s greed—should such a man resort to suicide in shame … Caulfield would celebrate the event, by ensuring that the remaining families lost everything they owned, his punishment was incomplete until that was achieved. The man was—evil, coldly—terrifyingly evil.
I had watched good men die, at their own hand. Yet, the hand that loaded the bullets or provided the overdose was attached firmly to Leighton Caulfield’s right arm.
His left arm controlled a blood-sucking piece of shit, who carried the title of Lawyer. Kelsey Monroe, earned big money to ensure that his boss was untouchable.
The takeovers were hostile … but legal. The tactics were not. The stand-over merchants were violent men. They could never be connected back directly to Caulfield.
They were employed to stop goods deliveries, mishandle stock, and threaten clients … relentless in their destruction, until a once profitable company had their jugular exposed. It was the moment that Caulfield cherished above all else, the moment of vulnerability that sent him in for the kill. He thrived on it; he laughed about it and sent flowers to the widows of the men he truly broke.
The monster must be stopped. He had eluded investigators for years. Paying many off handsomely and allowing them early, wealthy, retirement.
Those with integrity intact were few. Kelsey Munroe, was the best lawyer in the business. Linking Leighton Caulfield to any legal wrongdoing was an impossible task.
Those options not being available reduced the ways of dealing with him to just one.
He had to die. Monroe would keep him company.
I needed to discuss the time, place, and method of execution with my colleagues.
The four of us agreed upon all, we simply awaited the opportunity.
It presented itself in late October; Caulfield was having a Halloween party in his mansion, paid for with blood.
The room was crowded with the usual bunch of sycophants and artists, the beautiful people who had no desire to offend the big man by not attending.
The party was in full swing—in every way.
Most guests were heavily indulging themselves with the Moet et Chandon, or any other beverage their tainted hearts desired. The smorgasbord followed no theme; it was a selection of Quail, Pheasant, Lobster, and Black-caviar, if it was expensive and could be bought it was laid on. The man had no style, no panache … he simply had the best of everything … to him that meant class.
We watched and moved carefully around the room, attracting little attention and remaining together. My three companions entered the library unseen and awaited my signal.
I watched Caulfield’s head of staff answer the telephone and hurry across to his boss. Leighton listened, and waved the man away … Mr. Caulfield was clearly agitated.
He strode across to Kelsey Monroe, after a brief discussion, they both headed for the library. I smiled in satisfaction. Here we go. I followed them into the room.
Leighton picked up the telephone, “Hello, hello—what is this—hello?” He slammed the receiver down. “Do you know what the fuck is goin’ on here Kelsey?”
“No idea, a Halloween prank—maybe.”
“Yeah, yeah—a prank, it had better be a damn prank!”
“What exactly was the message?”
“The guy on the phone said he was F.B.I. and I needed to have you come to the office with me to take the call, so it would be all legal like.”
“That’s it—that’s all?”
“Whaddya mean—that’s all—he said he was F.B.I for fuck’s sake!”
“It was a prank—Leighton—the federal boys don’t work that way.”
“That’s what you pay me for—of course I’m sure!”
“Good, good—damn it’s cold in here, let’s get back inside, I got a hot woman and a hard dick.”
“You always have a hard dick, Leighton.”
“You had your chance, Kelsey.”
“Let’s get back to the party. What, is, that disgusting stink?”
“Yeah—what is that? It stinks like I dunno—like somethin’ died.”
Kelsey reached for the door handle and screamed in pain as he touched it, “Sweet-Jesus, what the—I burned my hand, I burned my hand on the fucking door!”
“Show me—shit man, that’s burned the skin right off. What the—what’s goin’ on? What’s happenin’ here?” He ran across to his desk, grabbed a hand full of paper then hurried over to the door. Using the paper as a barrier he tried the handle, the paper ignited, he dropped it with a yelp! “Fuck me—what!” He spun around the room looking for something to blame it on.
I moved forward from the corner where I had been watching in amusement, “Well, gentleman, happy Halloween.”
“Oh dear God … what is that, a costume? …Yeah … It’s a costume, Halloween party—Halloween costume; it’s good fella, really good, so take the mask off, who are ya really?” Leighton’s voice cracked on the last four words.
“Fuck, Leighton—fuck, that’s no freaking costume I know that voice—its Bill … Bill Gardner!”
“Don’t be so fuckin’ stupid Kelsey, Bill Gardner blew his brains—oh shit!” Leighton moved behind his desk and pulled open the drawer; he removed the 9mm Glock and aimed it at what was left of my head!
I started laughing; I was enjoying this—“You going to shoot me—hey, Leighton? Oh, this should be great … ‘go ahead make my day’! I’ve always wanted to say that.” He fired four shots and stood looking down at the gun as if it had an answer to why I was still standing there.
“Leighton, Leighton—get a grip man. Just take it easy!” Kelsey sounded quite lawyer-like and reasonable—that simply would not do.
“So—um Bill? What is it you want? You are doing this for something, a reason …what is it?”
It was time to stop messing around with these two. My three friends joined me.
“Well now gentleman, I believe you have cause to remember my friends here as well—let’s see now, in order I think; Tony Draper, you can see the noose almost severed Tony’s head. Phillip Westcott, Phil, was not a great shot, but still blew the back of his head out. And last but no means least, Gregory Parker, smart man our Greg—tablets and booze, you know Greg you look a little better than the rest of us … shame about floating in the river for a week, kind of messed up the clean job.”
Our combined shrieks of laughter reverberated throughout the room. Both Kelsey and Leighton were spewing up everything in their guts, which did not trouble us any—stink was something we were used to. Leighton made a break for the floor to ceiling windows—sealed shut. We were having ourselves a fine time.
I walked over and through Kelsey; stopping mid-body to let him get the feel of his guts rotting while he was still alive—his scream was blood-chilling but as I did not have a drop, it bothered me not at all.
Meanwhile, Greg had taken hold of Leighton’s hand and was plunging it in and out of the jelly substance that had once been his body.
It did us the world of—well let us just say we enjoyed it.
“Okay, my friends … let us see if our toys are ready to play our way.”
“Whaddya want—anythin’—I swear—everythin’ whatever you want …anything!” Leighton repeated lamely.
“And you, Mr. high-priced-lawyer man—what about you? Will you agree to anything we want, hmmm?”
He did not look a well man, his face had gone quite gray, “Yes, anything—you ask.”
“Oh, that’s just wonderful. Wonderful. If you will both go across to the desk … you will find a neat pile of paperwork, all on your personal letterhead, Leighton, just requires signatures … yours and the lawyerman’s.
“How the fuck—who typed these?”
“Shut up Leighton, for pity’s sake—shut up and sign!”
“Oh …no need to read them—gentleman—I assure you. Just sign them—right now, you wouldn’t really enjoy seeing us angry, trust me.”
“It’s done, done—so what now—are we free to leave? It’s done—signed.” Leighton’s voice had taken on a whining whimpering edge that was rather endearing. I personally would have enjoyed watching them both crawl and plead some more. However time … whilst unimportant to my three cohorts and I, was relevant to these hideous excuses for men.
“Well done—gentleman, I am pleased.” This brought a sickly smirk from Leighton and a look of resignation to Kelsey Monroe.
“Gentleman if you will stand here and um—let me see, yes—that should do, Mr. Lawyer man you stand just about—here.”
“What—we can go now, right? I mean we did everythin’ you wanted didn’t we? So we can go?” Leighton Caulfield was babbling.
“Leighton—you are a fucked in the head fool! They are not going to let us go. Can’t you see that you damned asshole?”
“Tsk, Tsk, Mr. Lawyer man, such language.”
“Mr. Caulfield—Leighton, you are going to shoot your friend Kelsey here in the head. Aim true, we don’t want it to miss.”
“What—why—will you still let me go?” He looked across at his friend and shrugged.
“It’s about what I was expecting, do it you bastard—but know this … I’ll be with you every moment of every day until you die.”
They were the last words spoken by Mr. Kelsey Monroe, lawyer man. Considering how badly Leighton Caulfield was shaking, the shot was damned good … almost mid-forehead.
“It’s finished—I can go—right?”
“Oh—I just need you to do two more teensy things … Leighton. Firstly, you need to sign this document.”
“Then—can I go?”
“I’ll give you an out … Leighton.”
“Good—good, where do I sign?” He affixed his signature and gave me a triumphant smile.
“Okay—I’m outta here—right?
“Not—quite—one more thing. Take the gun—place it in your mouth—and pull the trigger.”
“But—no—you said—you said you’d give me an out! You said …?”
“I lied. Do it.”
He cried like a baby, sniffling and whining—we all let him feel us from the inside.
He pulled the trigger.
CNN Breaking news…Billionaire Businessman Murder/Suicide pact. Letter left.
“I can never make full restitution for the wrongs I have committed but I will do my best. My will has been altered and witnessed by my lawyer and lover, Kelsey Monroe. To the families of the men, I destroyed with my greed, the full return of their businesses and all profits made since my takeover. To my loyal staff a share in all remaining businesses. In addition, full profit share and superannuation backdated till date of employment.
“I cannot continue to live this life. I cannot bear to be without my beloved Kelsey; he must die with me.
All in all, a most satisfactory Halloween.
Next year—well, let us see what that brings—shall we? 😊