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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 06/26/2017
The Good Samaritan
Born 1964, F, from Gordon, ACT, AustraliaEddie stood in the dark, greedily watching his neighbour across the road, ably abetted by his expensive-but-worth-it Solarstar telescope with custom installed camera.
It was pretty obvious that she wanted to be watched. After all, she’d never bothered to replace the fence paling that had been getting in Eddie’s field of vision until he’d removed the top half one dark night, his heart pounding so hard he thought he was going to be sick. And those gauzy curtains were no match for his powerful zoom lens.
And … yes! Yoga night! Tight stretchy black pants, hot pink crop top. His favourite ensemble. Yep, she was definitely putting on a show just for Eddie. No doubt about it.
Plenty of photo opportunities tonight, Eddie boy. Warm up with a bit of tai chi, tight body flowing gracefully … click. A few squatting positions, not bad … click. Downward dog … clickclickclick. Click. A few graceless stretching poses, legs sprawled like frog roadkill. Hmm, let that one go.
When the show was over, Pretty Neighbour rolled up her mat and swished out of the room, no doubt to shower her sweaty body. Oh what a pity the bathroom was on the other side of the house!
A furtive movement caught Eddie’s eye, and he swivelled the Solarstar in a quick sweep of his neighbour’s yard. Yes! There! Some dirty pervert had been watching her through the window and was now sneaking off like a bad dog. Boy, some people. Eddie shook his head sadly as he downloaded the pictures to his laptop for later.
Two nights later. Thursday night, treadmill night. Eddie watched enthralled as Pretty Neighbour ran, her sweat soaking through her flimsy white tee and glistening on bare skin, breasts bouncing in time with her ponytail.
But his attention kept wandering.
Every now and again he’d do a visual sweep of her yard until .. there he was again, dammit! Sneaking around, ruining a man’s enjoyment. Eddie watched the pervert disappear around the side of the house. Seconds later, Pretty Neighbour stopped the treadmill and took her earplugs out, head cocked in a listening gesture. She stayed like that for a few seconds, like a frightened animal who knows something is wrong, but not sure what direction the danger was coming from.
A man in dark clothing appeared in the doorway.
Eddie heard the faint echo of Pretty Neighbour screaming, oddly synched with what he was seeing through the Solarstar lens.
It look him a moment to realise this was actually happening. This was not a movie, or a show put on for his benefit. Pretty Neighbour was under attack!
He thought about and quickly dismissed the idea of calling the police. They might ask some awkward questions about Eddie’s own activities that he might find a little uncomfortable in answering to their satisfaction. Plus, he had the chance to meet Pretty Neighbour in person! Be her hero, even. He’d be a fool to pass up this opportunity.
Eddie grabbed the baseball bat that he kept behind the front door for protection, and quickly made his way across the road and into Pretty Neighbour’s garden.
The back door hung open, and he ran in. He could hear the sounds of a scuffle, a slap, a soft cry.
He skidded to a halt in the same doorway the pervert had occupied a short time before and carefully lined up the kneeling man’s head before swinging the bat. What a perfect hit! The bat connected solidly with the man’s skull, and he dropped like a stone, rolling back and forth in pain. Eddie felt a surge of power. Hell, he felt like a superhero!
He stood over the rolling man and jabbed him in the forehead with the blunt end of the bat. The man’s eyes rolled up in his head and he stopped moving.
Eddie prodded him a few more times in the face with the bat, harder and harder. There was a light crunch and the man’s nose flattened out. And there went his eye sockets, the eyeballs sprawling out onto his cheeks.
Adrenaline surged through him. Eddie felt like laughing, he felt like screaming with the power. What a sensation!
The pervert’s face now resembled lumpy jam. He was no longer moving, no longer breathing.
Eddie looked over at Pretty Neighbour, who wasn’t actually that pretty this close up.
Not-So-Pretty Neighbour took one look into Eddie’s darkly sparkling eyes and began to scream …
The Good Samaritan(Hazel Dow)
Eddie stood in the dark, greedily watching his neighbour across the road, ably abetted by his expensive-but-worth-it Solarstar telescope with custom installed camera.
It was pretty obvious that she wanted to be watched. After all, she’d never bothered to replace the fence paling that had been getting in Eddie’s field of vision until he’d removed the top half one dark night, his heart pounding so hard he thought he was going to be sick. And those gauzy curtains were no match for his powerful zoom lens.
And … yes! Yoga night! Tight stretchy black pants, hot pink crop top. His favourite ensemble. Yep, she was definitely putting on a show just for Eddie. No doubt about it.
Plenty of photo opportunities tonight, Eddie boy. Warm up with a bit of tai chi, tight body flowing gracefully … click. A few squatting positions, not bad … click. Downward dog … clickclickclick. Click. A few graceless stretching poses, legs sprawled like frog roadkill. Hmm, let that one go.
When the show was over, Pretty Neighbour rolled up her mat and swished out of the room, no doubt to shower her sweaty body. Oh what a pity the bathroom was on the other side of the house!
A furtive movement caught Eddie’s eye, and he swivelled the Solarstar in a quick sweep of his neighbour’s yard. Yes! There! Some dirty pervert had been watching her through the window and was now sneaking off like a bad dog. Boy, some people. Eddie shook his head sadly as he downloaded the pictures to his laptop for later.
Two nights later. Thursday night, treadmill night. Eddie watched enthralled as Pretty Neighbour ran, her sweat soaking through her flimsy white tee and glistening on bare skin, breasts bouncing in time with her ponytail.
But his attention kept wandering.
Every now and again he’d do a visual sweep of her yard until .. there he was again, dammit! Sneaking around, ruining a man’s enjoyment. Eddie watched the pervert disappear around the side of the house. Seconds later, Pretty Neighbour stopped the treadmill and took her earplugs out, head cocked in a listening gesture. She stayed like that for a few seconds, like a frightened animal who knows something is wrong, but not sure what direction the danger was coming from.
A man in dark clothing appeared in the doorway.
Eddie heard the faint echo of Pretty Neighbour screaming, oddly synched with what he was seeing through the Solarstar lens.
It look him a moment to realise this was actually happening. This was not a movie, or a show put on for his benefit. Pretty Neighbour was under attack!
He thought about and quickly dismissed the idea of calling the police. They might ask some awkward questions about Eddie’s own activities that he might find a little uncomfortable in answering to their satisfaction. Plus, he had the chance to meet Pretty Neighbour in person! Be her hero, even. He’d be a fool to pass up this opportunity.
Eddie grabbed the baseball bat that he kept behind the front door for protection, and quickly made his way across the road and into Pretty Neighbour’s garden.
The back door hung open, and he ran in. He could hear the sounds of a scuffle, a slap, a soft cry.
He skidded to a halt in the same doorway the pervert had occupied a short time before and carefully lined up the kneeling man’s head before swinging the bat. What a perfect hit! The bat connected solidly with the man’s skull, and he dropped like a stone, rolling back and forth in pain. Eddie felt a surge of power. Hell, he felt like a superhero!
He stood over the rolling man and jabbed him in the forehead with the blunt end of the bat. The man’s eyes rolled up in his head and he stopped moving.
Eddie prodded him a few more times in the face with the bat, harder and harder. There was a light crunch and the man’s nose flattened out. And there went his eye sockets, the eyeballs sprawling out onto his cheeks.
Adrenaline surged through him. Eddie felt like laughing, he felt like screaming with the power. What a sensation!
The pervert’s face now resembled lumpy jam. He was no longer moving, no longer breathing.
Eddie looked over at Pretty Neighbour, who wasn’t actually that pretty this close up.
Not-So-Pretty Neighbour took one look into Eddie’s darkly sparkling eyes and began to scream …
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