Gus

Muttering to himself as he always does, ole Gus shuffled to the basement door, pulled it open, and carefully descended the barely lit stairs. Once in the subterranean cavern – as he liked to imagine it – he began searching the dusty shelves for boxes marked ‘Halloween’ in Ester’s neat, tidy handwriting. God rest her soul. Given what a pain in the ass his wife had been in life, he’d never thought he would miss her nagging so much now that she was gone. Oh well, done is done, can’t dwell on the past. That’s the way he’d always lived his life, no reason to go changing things now. If he could just get that damned Priest from their church to stop ‘dropping in’, he could finally catch up on his shows. That old coot would do just about anything to get a little extra change on the Sunday plate. Gus couldn’t see any other reason why the man kept coming by to console him; always bringing casseroles, and baked this or homemade that, from strange women he’d never even met. Yup, it had to be that Sunday Salvation savings account he kept making deposits into. No other reason for it. She’d been dead for, Christ – what was it, three, four weeks now; it was time to stop treating him like a lost mute-child found wandering the streets! These people just didn’t know how to keep to themselves and quit meddling in his affairs. Well, at least he was eating well. Ester, God rest her soul, was a fair looking woman with many fine qualities, but cooking wasn’t one of them. Nope. She must have been looking the other way when that train went whistling by. Oh well, done is done.

Rooting around the musty shelves in the dim light, Gus finally came across what looked like the right boxes. ‘Course, they were behind the ‘X-Mass’ boxes; now he’d have to move those first. Speaking of ‘X-Mass,’ that was something he’d always wondered… why spell it with two S’s on the end? Christmas was spelled with one S, and he couldn’t see the Arch Diocese endorsing X-Priests, like X-Men, so X-Masses were probably out of the question. Now that would be a service he wouldn’t mind donating to – hell, they could charge admission. Those money grubbing, wafer toting, alcohol peddling Men of the Cloth zipping around with special powers… that would be a show! What, no change for the plate? Father Laser Eye, incinerate that cheap son-of-a-bitch. Zap! Ha! Ahhh, well, it would probably be more like Father Lazy Eye with those clowns. Anyway, speaking of clowns, if he didn’t stop imagining The Flying Priest-capades in his head, he’d never get the lawn set up for tomorrow night. And Ester, God rest her soul, wouldn’t have that at her home. Nope. Better get back to gettin’ to it if he was finally going to get back at those little shits for the years of fucking with her lawn.

A few hours later, he’d managed to drag all the boxes and loose pieces of seasonal ornamentation up from the basement and out onto the porch. Looking around at the leaves cluttering the front yard, Gus figured there was no sense in raking them; they added to the ambiance. Plus his back was way too sore for that kind of manual labor, especially considering what was still to come. Yup. Ester, God rest her soul, was going to be proud of his efforts this year; and whether she was too kind-hearted or lady-like to admit it, she’d enjoy the vengeance he had planned for those crap-faced teenagers. Ha! Well, time to break out the cob-webbing, and get the decorating over with.

Gus worked long into the night, waving to passers-by as they called out a hello, taking a break only to sit and eat the latest dish of whatever-you-call-that-stuff the Priest brought by. To any and all watching, it seemed the kindly old widower was going about making his home as inviting as he could for the pip-squeaks who would come mooching for candy tomorrow night. Sometime around 10:30 pm, he placed the final prop in its honored and very conspicuous place. It was the most realistic, most expensive severed head he and Ester, God rest her soul, had collected. It was really a bit too pricey for them, but from the moment she saw it, there was no talking sense to her – she simply wouldn’t leave the store without it. He’d spent the last several years sitting up awake on All Hallows’ Eve just to protect that one piece from the neighborhood vandals. They’re just kids having fun, Ester, God rest her soul, would always say. Kids, my ass, he always thought. Lighting his last cigarette before heading inside to wash up and sleep for a few hours, Gus wondered just how much fun they’d be having this year. After a few drags, he flicked the butt onto his neighbor’s lawn, picked up the prized latex head, and trudged inside to catch a little shut-eye.

At 2:00 am, his alarm clock sounded. After splashing cold water on his face and shaking off the sandman, Gus got down to the real business of this year’s decorating.  Collecting his shovel and pickax from the shed out back, he shambled his way around to the front lawn. He might be an old geezer, but years of working in the mill had hardened him into something much different than most people thought. He was a smart man, one who knew how to foster good will and empathy, but one who also knew when it was time to use his strengths to his advantage. Making his way to the spot where the prized head would sit later that evening, he tossed down the shovel and began breaking up the dirt on his front lawn.

Back inside, he made his way to the shower, cleaned himself up, then cooked a hearty breakfast of poached eggs, instant grits, bacon, maple sausage links, and six slices of toast. Just like Ester, God rest her soul, used to make… well, maybe a little better, but don’t tell her that.

Sitting on his front porch that afternoon and evening, Gus dutifully rewarded all the little children with their hands held out begging for candy. As the night wore on, he was sure to keep an eye on that ghoulish head, and all the little bastards who had their eye on it, too. He knew that one of them would come back and make a play for it well after everyone was asleep. With all the wee ones home by 9:00 pm, it was just a matter of waiting the right amount of time. By 11:30 pm, Gus had been alone on his porch for an hour and a half without seeing another soul. Giggling to himself and saying a silent prayer that Ester, God rest her soul, was watching, he began his own Halloween fun! Tucking the latex head inside the house, he slid the board covering the hole he’d made in the early hours of the morning out of the way and tossed it under the porch, hiding the evidence of his deceit among the other debris stored there. Sitting down on the lawn, Gus dangled his legs over the opening for just a moment before he shimmied his way into the ground. Having left one arm free, he scooped the loose dirt and leaves that had concealed the board onto his broad shoulders, then worked his arm into the dirt as well. Buried up to his neck, Gus stood in the tight confines of the vertical grave he’d dug earlier and waited. It didn’t take long.

Judging it to be about half past midnight, he heard a rustling sound, and the drunken whispers of the aforementioned idiots approaching. Holding dead still, eyes closed, he waited and listened.

“Damn man, it looks so real!”

“Of course it looks real, dick-head, that’s why it’s such a great grab for this year’s scavenger hunt. Plus that pain-in-the-ass isn’t sitting on the porch guarding it like he usually is.”

“Show some respect, man. The dude just lost his wife. My dad comes by here with food and shit from the church cronies like every night.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he does it out of respect. He’s just hoping the old fuck leaves his money to the parish.”

“Whatever, asshole. Just grab it so we can get the hell out of here before someone sees us.”

The sound of footsteps grew closer as the leaves crunched in his ears. Gus felt the warmth of the little bastard’s hands nearly touching him.

“You sure the coast is clear?”

“Yeah, man. Just hurry the fuck up and grab it!”

Sensing the impending hands closing around his head, Gus’s eyes shot open as quickly as his jaw. He’d taken the time to file his teeth to razor sharp points while he’d waited inside. In one fluid motion, he turned and snapped his mouth closed on the arm of the fuck-wad trying to steal his head.  His teeth sliced clean through the connective muscle and sinew at the boys elbow; as soon as the kid yanked backward, his forearm detached with a sickening squelch. They all started to scream like the little piss-ants they were. Blood spurted everywhere, making Gus’s head really look like the latex gem. As the teens ran screaming for their lives, Gus spit the arm out toward the bushes. Cackling with maniacal laughter, shreds of fabric and gristle still clinging to his teeth, Gus shouted, “See Ester, God rest your ever lovin’ soul, I found the perfect prop to finish our display!”

~ Nina D’Arcangela

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.

39 responses to “Gus”

  1. Lee Andrew Forman says :

    Holy shit that was great! The part where you described the church people as “money grubbing, wafer toting, alcohol peddling Men of the Cloth” had me rolling. Now I wish I could dig a hole in my yard and scare the crap out of some kids this Halloween! Absolutely loved this story!

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    • Nina D'Arcangela says :

      Thanks, Lee! I usually reserve my personal opinions and try not to incorporate them in my stories, but the money grubbing bit was too tempting to resist. I still chuckle when I read it, too! Gus is a great guy, a ‘salt of the earth’ kind of fella. Part of me relates to him very well. And when you’re ready to dig that hole, give me a shout – I have a pick ax and I’m not afraid to use it! 😉

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  2. Angel with dirty wings says :

    Whoop whoop, top story that woman! Really awesome writing, very funny and super playful! Great way to start my holibobs, the girls loved it (all 12 of them) , it made Alex, Steve and Jon ‘rofl’ and the Frenchman even bloody smiled! It has put me in the mood to really do something epic for Halloween this year! Maybe We will have make zombie nijar costumes or dark fairies , hmmmm must think hard!!!! Oh and Steve said your dead fit after looking at your pic , but got told to behave and kicked in the bum! Now after spend 7.5 hours on a plane this girl is off to spend her hard earned money in vs !!!!

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  3. Angel with dirty wings says :

    Ps – will apologise to anyone in the nyc / nj area in advance for any bad behaviour! 13 women, 3 men and one Dom Frenchie have land , to celebrate mine and nikie birthdays . I would say we would be good , but that is never going to happen! Mwah! Awdw , girls , boys and the Frenchman! X X X X X

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  4. Veronica M. Nero says :

    I liked Gus a lot, he is a very endearing character, a fun Halloween tale well told, thanks Nina

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    • Nina D'Arcangela says :

      Thank you, Veronica! He’s a great guy, Gus – he takes no shit, and now that Ester, God rest her soul, isn’t around to keep him in check, he’s free to let loose and be all he can be. Thanks again for the kind words, sweetie! ❤ 🙂

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  5. adeleulnais says :

    Reblogged this on firefly465 and commented:
    A fantastic story.

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  6. adeleulnais says :

    I loved this story. I really felt for Gus and loved his revenge.

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  7. Joseph Pinto says :

    Ah, what a gem, Nina!! I cherish the tales of Rudolph and Frosty come the holidays, but now you have given me Gus for all my Halloweens, and he will live forever in my collection of literary yore 😉 Your story is an absolute gruesome delight, one read with a huge smile. It made my day, and I really think you should look into manufacturing a Gus plush doll lol Simply perfect, Nina!!! 🙂

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    • Nina D'Arcangela says :

      Gus plushies, I like it! lol Thanks, Joe. I know Gus isn’t new to you, but it’s a fun piece, and I’m happy to know he will live in infamy in your holiday lore reflections. Ya know, I think the two of you would hit it off pretty well… we’ll have to see how that first boyfriend thing works out in a few years. Let me know if you need help with the pit. *very evil grin* 😉

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  8. Craig McGray says :

    What a great tale! Gus sounds like a right funny fellow to hang with on Halloween. I think we could have some fun times together! Great job, Nina!

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    • Nina D'Arcangela says :

      Thanks, Craig!! I think Gus is an every-guys guy. He can hang with the hardest horror demon, or the softest Disney dad (as long as someone hands him a beer to chill with, and maybe a shot or two). Thanks again, really glad you enjoyed this quirky little tale! 😀

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  9. Gloria says :

    Reblogged this on Glor's World and commented:
    A little scary Halloween story by Nina D’Arcangela for Pen of the Damned.

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  10. Gloria says :

    A great Halloween tale, Nina. Dark and really good!!

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  11. Christopher A Liccardi says :

    Gus is so bad-ass! Great work, oh Dark One! This is why I never go out f*(&ing with people’s stuff on Halloween.

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  12. jonolsonauthor says :

    Sorry it’s late. Loved the tale this week, Nina! I like the way you constructed it, making it seem like we were truly hearing Gus’s ramblings as he searched for the decorations. You could also hear the devotion he felt for Ester despite the fact she was a pain in the ass. Remind me never to go stealing props off an old guy’s lawn!

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    • Nina D'Arcangela says :

      LOL – okay, NEVER STEAL PROPS FROM AN OLD GUY’S LAWN… again?!! Ha!

      Thank you, Jon! I had a lot of fun letting the inner monologue trickle out through my fingertips. As I said to Lee, I usually reserve my more cynical opinions and don’t allow them to infuse themselves into my writing, but this opportunity was just too good to let slip by. Now you know what really runs through my head on a 24 hour/7 day a week playlist! lol Not really, I think of things like groceries, laundry, gutting the next victim – you know, all the normal stuff a girl ruminates about… ;)~

      Thank you again, Jon, and I’m really happy you enjoyed this one! 😀

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  13. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Reblogged this on The Road to Nowhere… and commented:

    Good old ‘Gus’got a reboot and a spit-shine for Pen of the Damned this year so I figured why not reshare it with you fine people.

    A little Halloween fun ‘Gus’ style! A short by me, your deranged host, Nina D’Arcangela. 😉

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  14. Hunter Shea says :

    Gus is my hero. Now I’m wondering how I can one-up him next Halloween. Great job, oh dark one.

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