Evil Lurks Within Us – conclusion

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Part 8

The house was quiet and dark. Mary was sure that Susan had gone upstairs to her room and since she didn’t see her husband downstairs anywhere she was assuming he was upstairs with Susan.

Just then a burst of laughter floated down the stairs to where Mary was standing just inside of her room. She strained to hear what was so funny. Neither her husband, her nurse, Susan, nor even her doctors or physical therapist were aware that she had finally regained the use of her legs and arm. She was still weak, but able to stand now for short periods of time. She wasn’t sure if she was strong enough to make it up the stairs to see if she could hear what was going on though.

After Susan’s confession earlier about her and Tom’s affair and that Tom wanted her dead Mary had to see for herself if that was really Tom’s intention. She knew their life wasn’t perfect and that he had rage issues, but she didn’t really believe deep down that he wanted her dead. Surely just a divorce would be a solution. She had been begging Susan to take her to the lawyer for weeks now and she kept putting it off.

Taking one of Tom’s guns out of the cabinet, she checked that it was loaded and started up the stairs. It was slow going, but she was determined to make it up the stairs.

She hated guns, but Tom had insisted on teaching her how to shoot. Their house was out in the middle of nowhere and so they just used the private beach for target practice. No one bothered them there.

Just then she heard another laugh and pressed her ear to the door of Susan’s room. Susan was laughing, but she managed to tell Tom that she was having fun torturing her patient.

“You should have seen her face when I told her that you and I were having an affair and that you wanted her dead and that I was supposed to do it. I showed her the bruises my brother made on my arms yesterday to reinforce the point. Plus I kept glancing at the door in fear. When your motorcycle started up the drive I knew I had her hooked by the look on her face.”

“You what?” Tom sounded furious.

Susan laughed again. “It was really funny. I actually can’t wait to kill her.”

“You crazy bitch. I still love my wife. I never should have gotten involved with you. I thought we were just having a good time. Why would you want to kill her. If I wanted to split up with her I would just get a divorce.”

“Oh Tom, a divorce would mean that she would get half the money and probably even this house. If I kill her then you could just keep everything instead and we wouldn’t have to leave this house.”

Just then what he said sunk in. “Wait a minute, did you just say that you still loved her and that we never should have gotten involved? I thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Susan, all the money and this house belongs to Mary. We even have a prenuptial agreement that says that the original inheritance she had received when her father died, including this house, would revert to her mother if she dies or would remain hers if we were to divorce. All I would have is what she and I have accumulated since we were married which isn’t much. I rarely work. I never really had to with that inheritance to live on. Besides I just told you that I still love her. I know I have gotten violent with her at times and was indirectly the cause of her fall down the stairs that put her in the chair. My guilt over that has caused me to avoid her most of the time and to seek some fun with you, but that was all it was, simply fun on the side since she couldn’t really perform her wifely duties. I never thought you thought this was anything other than that. I am not interested in a long term relationship with you. I still hope that my wife will regain the use of her legs and the hand that was damaged in that awful fall and we can resume our marriage in its entirety.”

Susan just stared at him. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Eventually she reached out and slapped his face. Mary could hear that slap through the door and then the sound of a drawer being opened.

“You bastard! I am going to kill you first and then her.”

Mary didn’t wait another second and pushed the door open. She quickly found Susan, aimed the gun at her and told her to drop the gun she was pointing at Tom. Both her husband and Susan turned towards the door and gaped at Mary standing in the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing Mary?” Both Tom and Susan spoke at the same time.

“Kick the gun over towards me Susan and I won’t shoot you. Try to shoot him and I will shoot you so help me God.”

Susan placed the gun on the floor and kicked it over to Mary. Mary left the gun on the floor. Tom just looked at Mary quizzically.

“Tom I heard every word she said. I didn’t think you had wanted me dead. We may not have had the best marriage, but I didn’t think murder was in you. I did believe that you were probably sleeping with her since I saw you outside on the beach earlier this week. I have to sit down. I am still really wobbly on my legs. I just realized yesterday that I was finally able to stand for a little bit and walk. I didn’t want anyone to know about it yet. Good thing I didn’t.”

Mary sank down on the chair still pointing the gun at Susan. She needed time to absorb everything that she had heard. Now what?

Mary noticed that Tom’s face had deep scratches on it from Susan’s nails. An idea began to develop. She asked Tom for a pen and paper. She began to write out a plan. She handed the paper to him.

After glancing at the paper he pulled out his cell phone and dialed. He then handed the phone to Mary. Luckily his best friend Paul Farraday, who was on the police force, answered. Mary told him exactly what happened including the death threats Susan had made.

“We didn’t touch the gun.” After listening some more she ended the call and handed the phone back to Tom.

“He is on his way over.”

“Mary hand me the gun. I can see you are worn out and I don’t want her getting a chance to pick up the gun again.”

Mary hesitated. She knew what she had heard. She hoped he was telling the truth. Although she did just talk to Paul and he would be suspicious if something happened to her. He was aware of Tom’s physical and mental abuse.

Deciding she was just too tired to continue this she handed the gun over and hoped for the best.

Tom pointed the gun at Susan and told her they were going downstairs to unlock the door for Paul. He motioned for Mary to join them. She slowly made her way down the stairs and headed for her wheelchair. She struggled to wheel the chair into the living room with Tom and Susan.

Paul let himself into the house. After ascertaining where everyone was he pulled a gun and shot Tom point blank in the chest. Tom never had the chance to react. He dropped the gun he was holding as he fell.

Susan just stared at Paul. Then she gasped and tried to run, but Paul shouted at her to stop or he would shoot. She stopped and turned around, panic starting to set in.

Mary hadn’t moved. She just watched what was going on, a small smile on her face.

“Where’s her gun,” Paul asked.

“Upstairs,” Mary said.

Paul forced Susan up the stairs where he picked up her gun and brought her back downstairs. He handed her the gun that he had used to shoot Tom and told her to shoot Tom. She mutely refused.

“No problem,” Paul said. He used her gun to shoot her. Down she also went with a bullet hole in her chest. Paul checked that they were both dead.

Paul handed Mary the gun Tom had been holding on Susan, which was actually Tom’s gun from the gun cabinet. “Put that away,” he said.

Mary got up out of the chair and headed into her bedroom to put the gun away. This was working out better than she could have hoped when she had initially talked about her plan with Paul.

Paul set about making sure both their prints were on both of the guns. The one he had brought with him was unregistered. After that he shot them both again after putting the correct gun in the others hand. It looked like they had shot each other. They both would have gun shot residue on them. Tom’s face was torn up and Susan would have his DNA under her nails plus the bruises on her arms. There would be witnesses that saw them together and who would swear they were having an affair. It would look like a lover’s quarrel. The police were used to being called for domestic violence due to Tom’s rage issues.

Paul turned to Mary and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Get into your chair and into the bedroom. Then call 911 and report gunshots. Act hysterical and stress the fact that you are wheelchair bound and terrified that whoever it was might come after you and your nurse isn’t answering her call button and you haven’t seen your husband lately. I will be back later after it is all done or if you can convince whoever answers the call to call me since I am your husband’s friend I will be back sooner.”


“911, what is your emergency?”

“There were shots fired in the other room. I am wheelchair bound and my nurse isn’t answering her call button and I haven’t seen my husband yet today. I am terrified that whoever it was is still here. Please you have to help me. Can you ask Sergeant Paul Farraday to come out, he is my husband’s best friend. Oh God, please hurry I am so scared!”

Mary replaced the receiver and waited. The police answered the call quickly. They found the door open and came in to be met by the sight of a dead male and female. Someone went looking for Mary. She looked terrified. The female officer checked to make sure she was ok and then wheeled her out to the other room telling her that she was sorry that she would have to see this, but they needed to know if she knew who the 2 dead victims were.

Mary gasped and then said that it was her nurse and her husband. She asked what had happened. The officer said that it looked like they had shot each other. They both had a gun in their hand.

Just then Paul rushed in the door. “Mary, what happened? Are you alright?” He reached down and pulled her into a hug and whispered into her ear, “Darling you are alright now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”



This wasn’t how I originally saw this story going, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. It is just under 2000 words.


About Tessa

My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts. I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife".  This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation). I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content. I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
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12 Responses to Evil Lurks Within Us – conclusion

  1. Libby says:

    WOW!! Just when i recover from one twist, there’s another turn! I know it’s a cliche, but this really WAS a fun roller coaster ride!


  2. Annabelle says:

    Wow, that is definitely not where I was expecting this to go!


    • Tessa says:

      Thank you Annabelle. I had no idea where this was going when I spent the last few hours before the deadline trying to figure out what to do with the story. That popped in the last half hour and I frantically wrote to finish it on time. Thank you for stopping by and reading!


  3. That conclusion would play out really well in a twisted suspense book. I loved the plot loops, and I was able to follow it without knowing a thing about the story. I was a little confused about how Paul got gunshot residue onto both of them, but that’s something you could clarify later.


    • Tessa says:

      Thank you Jesterqueen! I had to reread to make sure I hadn’t forgotten part of the story, but it was there. See this part — Paul set about making sure both their prints were on both of the guns. The one he had brought with him was unregistered. After that he shot them both again after putting the correct gun in the others hand. — That might need a little work, but I was working under the deadline and still wasn’t sure where I was going with this. Thank you for stopping by and reading.


  4. jannatwrites says:

    I didn’t expect Susan to be the one initiating the murder plot. I really didn’t expect Tom’s friend to kill Susan and Tom (and apparently have a ‘thing’ for Mary.) I don’t condone murder, but honestly, I didn’t feel bad when Susan and Tom ended up dead 🙂


    • Tessa says:

      Thanks Janna! For the record I do not condone murder either, but sometimes things have a way of fixing themselves. 🙂 I had no idea where the story was going until the last half hour and I had to write like crazy to meet the deadline (pun intended :-)) Thank you for stopping by and reading. That was quite an experience.


  5. Lumdog says:

    Aside from this being a terrific story, the narrative and dialogue flow perfectly. This is a great piece of work.


  6. Thanks for linking up with Trifecta’s lengthy challenge. Wow–this sure does have a lot of twists and turns. Great job keeping your audience engaged through all of them. It was a suspenseful, fun read. Hope to see you back soon.


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