Come Home To Me - ⚠️ WARNING -Graphic Content!

 

Mary Alice didn’t choose Somerset Nursing Home.
It was assigned. A cursed placement in a rotting facility that stank of mildew, bleach, and something metallic underneath—like rusted blood that had soaked too deep to scrub away.
At 26, Mary Alice should’ve had her whole life ahead of her. But her soul felt older every day she stepped through the heavy double doors. The air hung thick like phlegm in a dying man’s lungs. The lights flickered not because of faulty wiring—but because this place was rejecting electricity.
Mary Alice wasn’t just scared of the elderly. She was haunted by them. Her grandmother Anna had died here. But she hadn’t gone gently.
Anna, once so sweet and lucid, had deteriorated into a night-screaming, piss-covered shell of herself. Her skin split easily like old fruit. Her eyes… had turned black in her final days. Not from illness, but from something that had crawled in.
There were nights when Anna didn’t recognize Mary Alice. There were nights when she whispered, “It’s coming for you too.”
Mary Alice had prayed for her death.
She still hated herself for that.

She was warned by Margaret. Everyone who lasted at Somerset was warned. “Don’t linger in the right wing.”
That’s where Louise was. A mute Alzheimer’s patient who sang instead of speaking. Not songs from the radio. But guttural lullabies, like something dragged out of a crypt.
“She hums to something in the dark,” Margaret said. “Like she’s keeping it company… or feeding it.”
Then Margaret vanished.
Quit overnight. No goodbye. Left her badge on the desk smeared in something sticky and dark.

Mary Alice tried to act professional. But the fear chewed her bones.
Every shift, she passed the right wing and the humming grew louder. Sometimes the song looped. Sometimes it answered itself.
“Come home to me, my darling love…”
She began to hear it even when she wasn’t there. In her apartment. In the shower. In her sleep. It slithered under her skin and coiled around her spine.
Then came the day it changed. She heard the words. And she recognized them.
“Come home to me… where our love will never die…”
That was Anna’s song.
The one she wrote—only for Mary Alice.
No one else knew it.

The hallway stretched forever that day. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like flies.
Mary Alice pushed open Louise’s door.
The air inside was thick—not warm. Wet. Like stepping into a womb made of rot.
Louise sat in bed. Back turned. Head twitching to the rhythm of the song. Strings of saliva dangled from her chin. Her spine jutted out beneath her gown like knives.

“Louise…?” she whispered.
No reply. Just the melody. Louder. Clearer.
Mary Alice stepped closer. The shadows pulsed on the walls like lungs expanding.
She touched the woman’s hand.
It was ice cold and damp. Like a corpse underwater.
Louise turned.
Her face converted..
Into Anna's..
The flesh sagged. Her jaw hung unhinged. Her teeth were decayed and rotting, emitting a pungent and deathly odor. Anna's once pale blue eyes, now rimmed with a watery red. A bloody red. Anna's unhinged jaw hung open and words came out without moving her mouth.

“You left me,” she said. “Now I’ll never be alone again.”

Anna moved fast. Too fast.
She didn’t lunge. She floated—arms spreading, her mouth stretching to impossible width as a scream erupted like a thousand voices caught in a meat grinder.

Mary Alice tried to scream, but her throat collapsed inward. Blood bubbled from her ears.
Anna's hands clamped down on her head. Not her throat. Her skull.

And squeezed.

CRACK..

Mary Alice’s eyeballs ruptured. Blood sprayed in twin arcs across the bed. Her mouth twisted in a death scream as her skull caved in like a rotten pumpkin.

When they found her, her face was gone. Not scratched. Not torn. Gone. Peeled off, leaving only muscle and sockets.
Louise sat nearby, singing gently. Calmly. Sweetly.
“Come home to me, my darling love…”
They said it was an aneurysm. They said it was trauma-induced cardiac arrest. They said it wasn’t Louise.
But the nurses started hearing that same lullaby.
Even in the daylight.
And one by one, the staff in the right wing began turning in their resignation letters…
…or vanishing entirely.

Red Dress Revenge - (WARNING -Contains Graphic Content..Read At Your Own Risk)

The basement was cold, dark and dingy. It reeked of physical and moral decay. Rats and other vermin gravitated towards stale bread crumbs, piss and shit left by the others who had their fair share of depraved frat boy fun in that abandoned house. Beer cans and vodka bottles were strewn around. A filthy mattress, all tattered, torn, and stained, was placed by the staircase. 

Perfect setting, Marcee looked around and thought. 

Marcee was dressed for this particular date. Her red leather dress with a high slit at the thigh, hugged her every curve as though it was part of her skin. Her long jet black hair bordered her statuesque face, all styled and curly. Marcee was dolled up with a quarter gallon of eye shadow and bronzer, with thick fake adhesive eyelashes and purple acrylic nails. Add a pair of stillettos and you have a sexy exotic dancer. Marcee the stripper?? She needed to dress the part .

On the filthy mattress by the staircase, lay Matthew Spears. Matthew was knocked out cold, one quarter of the horse tranquilizer was more than enough. His naked body was limp and practically lifeless. Marcee needed the staircase railing for balance and support...

Matthew's eyes were clamped open. The same instruments used for Ocular Rosacea patients receiving injections in their cornea,  firmly held his eyelids wide open, exposing his vacant blue eyes..

All while Matthew was unconscious, his eyes remained wide open and glassy. His breathing was shallow as his heart rate took a serious plunge. The quarter dosage of the horse tranquilizer did what it was supposed to. Matthew lay helpless..

No need to tie him up, Marcee thought..

Marcee began recording on her cell phone. She knelt down next to Matthew and snapped a selfie next to his unconscious body. No Influencer has anything on me, Marcee quietly joked to herself..

Marcee leaned over onto Matthew as if she was attempting to steal a kiss. She looked deep into his eyes and studied the blue iris..

Eyes are the window to the soul huh??....

What fucking soul???

Marcee took her long acrylic fingernail, and slowly and seductively, circled around Matthew's right eye, which was tearing profusely..

Marcee tilted her head slightly to the left. She gently began to tap on the sclera of Matthew's right eye with her long fingernail.

She tilted her head to the right..

Hmmm, she thought..

Marcee plopped down for a brief moment and checked her phone, while absentmindedly humming. Then she stood up towering over Matthew. He was starting to twitch slightly..

That's good, Marcee slightly smiled to herself..

She only needed to drug him to get the clamps onto his eyes and to make his entire body go so limp, he wouldn't be able to move or resist..

She didn't want to kill him. Oh no. What would be the fun in that? She needed him to feel something for her again. Its been a good couple of hours, Matthew should be waking up soon as a matter of fact..

Matthew twitched again..

Every inch of his pathetic athletic husk was exposed like a buffet option much to Marcee's preference. She positioned her phone camera and started zooming in on Matthew's lower body where his poor excuse for his manhood was fully exposed. 

Marcee flipped her phone camera to face her..

"So guys, what do you prefer, now that you've seen this pathetic hunk of junk"?

She picked up the scalpel from her pocketbook and waved it to the camera..

Marcee glanced back over to Matthew's drugged up naked husk in camera vantage view, while still waiving the scalpel...

Ahhhh!! Marcee exclaimed..

She walked back over to Matthew and gave him a slight nudge with her stilletto heel. Marcee knelt down again and turned the poor excuse of a jock onto his abdomen...

"Horse tranquilizer for a horse's ass", Marcee giggled to the camera..

She waved the scalpel again, now pointing it onto Matthew's buttocks region...

"Well guys, is this it? Is this what you would like to see me do to him? He loved giving it to us from behind, so maybe return the favor?? But wait", Marcee interrupted her own train of thought, then spoke back into the camera.

"Two wrongs don't make a right.. All he wanted to do was satisfy me right? So shouldn't I return the favor? Plus the whole objective is to not kill him remember? "

Marcee rolled Matthew onto his back again..

Marcee caressed Matthew's face while gazing into his clamped open teary blue eyes. Matthew let out a guttural moan as his body twitched and his breathing elevated.

"Oh good, he is waking up!", Marcee exclaimed to the camera.

Matthew's blue iris pupils began to dance. He was regaining consciousness but was going to remain incoherent for a very long time. His brain was too swishy and discombobulated with his limbs being free, but their muscles were in full sleep mode so Matthew couldn't move.

That thought was heavenly to Marcee..

The thought of Matthew's arms and legs being freed, not even restrained, yet still unable to move.

Still unable to resist.

Unable to fight back..

Just like she wouldn't...

Because she couldn't...

He clearly loves when they can't fight back...

Marcee stood towering over Matthew.

Oohh, oooh, errr, ugrgh.... he groaned incoherently...

Matthew would have definitely been free to run if he was only drunk not drugged. But Marcee saw the main point from the get go. It was time to outsmart Matthew at his own sadistic game with a pinch of humor. Marcee's content needs to be entertaining after all.

"Aarrhh...gaaahhhh..", Matthew slurred...

Marcee smiled as she stood over towering him.

"Is this what God looks like to you...?? Now it's MY turn...

I just need you to please shut the fuck up and cooperate..."

Matthew's breathing elevated louder and he began to grunt.

"Now, I need you to understand, that I am only doing this out of the goodness and gratitude of my heart. You see, my fans want to see me slice and dice you to smithereens after what you did to me and countless other girls down here. But, I don't want to do that because how would I be able to really thank you? And to make it up to you, I dressed the part... Marcee, the stripper, as you liked to refer to me. Or more like, Marcee the wench..

Because that's all I ever was to you. That's all they ever were to you. Just cheap little wenches who deserve to be degraded and desecrated, and having to live with it is a whole new anguish of its own..

That is why, Matthew...

I didn't slice your dick off and make you choke on it. I didn't let my scalpel fuck you in the asshole. I didn't cut out your entrails so I could hang them up for my Christmas tree decorations.. I didn't even bother to slit your fucking throat..."

"Oohh...mmmaaaa....aghh".., Matthew slurred louder.

"I know, I know", Marcee responded rolling her eyes .

"So here is my appreciation..."

Matthew's limp body, unable to lift a finger, began to sweat as his bloodshot eyes released more tears that trickled sideways into his ears..

"I am going to give you what you wanted to give me...

The ultimate climax..."

Marcee raised her sexy sculpted right leg, flexing it seductively, pointing her toes, as she stood over Matthew's pathetic body in a straddle standing position. She put one hand on the rails for support, while she positioned her phone with the other for her next shot.

Marcee took the point of her right shoe where the toes are placed, and planted it firmly on Matthew's crotch..

"Aaooo oohaa ahh ooohh", Matthew's incoherent whining perpetuated. 

Marcee chuckled..

"Oh don't worry about that either Matt. That style is too rehashed for me. Besides you recover after two full days from getting kicked in the balls, so it kinda defeats the purpose right?".

Marcee's warm smile tensely firmed as she glided her pointer toe from Matthew's crotch all the way up toward his torso, then towards his chest, until her stilletto heel met his Adams apple..

Matthew's eyes widened, panting a little faster..

"Mmm aarr"...

"Oh", Marcee started laughing. "That's not what I had in mind either. But.... you're getting warmer..."

Marcee flexed her foot again...

And glided her pointer toe up Matthew's face.

A figure skater on stillettos? Beats being Marcee the stripper right?

Marcee grabbed the staircase railing, this time she held with both hands with all her might..

Her phone was recording..

Matthews blue eyes danced vigorously with fear as his inebriated mind began to make sense of what was going on but only in blurry fragments.

But the one thing he did have the most clarity on was that he was undoubtedly fucked. After all, what did he expect? Did he seriously think he was invincible from the consequences of his deplorable actions? Did he seriously think that his victims would NEVER fight back one way or another?

They never did though. They were too scared what Matthew would do to them and their loved ones if they ever did attempt to stop him or out him. He made good on his promises, ensuring their silence.

But this time, one victim had signed on to take one for the team.

To be the scream behind their silence as well as her own..

To see to it that Matthew or any testosterone incapacitated football player would never prey on an innocent girl again only to publicly slut shame them all over school and social media..

Marcee stared down and locked her gaze directly into Matthew's ice blue teary eyes as she drove her stilletto heel onto Matthew's right eye and very gently made contact with Mathews eye ball..

"Aarrggh....aaarrrggh....aaarrrgghhh.. "Matthew's wails became louder and more prominent..

Marcee's heavily made up eyes averted towards the cracked basement ceiling as if she was preparing for  the most celestial orgasm she had never experienced, while tightly holding onto the railing with both hands..

"Let's see where else can I make you squirt", Marcee whispered seductively to the ceiling, as she slowly pressed her right pointed stilletto heel into Matthew's eyeball ..

"Hhheeea ahhh ahhhh ahhrrfgghhh.. "Matthew's cries were getting louder as he was so paralyzed, he couldn't fight back..

"You clearly love it when they can't fight back ..

Now how does it feel??

Nice and slow...

I told you I wanted to return the favor..."

POP!

Marcee's stilletto heel began penetrating Matthew's blue iris, as she looked up at Heaven, while his blood squirted all over her body and face...

"How's this for a money shot??"

"NOO, "Matthew slurred loudly....

Marcee's reverie broke again..

Did she hear NO?

Did Matthew just seriously say NO??

Marcee looked back down at Matthew, whose right eye socket was clearly visible now. The stilletto did its trick. But did he actually tell her NO, as in NO MORE??

"No??

"NO is what we said to you!

And what did you do??

Told me to shut the fuck up because I am breaking your concentration, then you broke a bottle over my face and head, causing me to bleed profusely with no access to medical help. All while you were recording as your neanderthal friends relished along with you...

So NO.

NO I will not stop..

I am giving you EXACTLY what has been coming to you for years now motherfucker!

Just knowing you would if you could, but you can't because your muscles are atrophic now..

You're helpless now Matty!

Just like Sara!

Just like Jamie!

Just like Joanna!

Just like I was....

And God only knows how many more...

Now shut the fuck up, you are breaking my concentration!!"

Marcee reverted back to her element and repeated the same method with Matthew's left eye...

"I would have let you only live with one eye Matt, so you can only partially objectify women because I was feeling a bit generous and sorry for you. But now, looks like I am going to have to go to town with your other baby blue.."

Marcee cocked her head back up at the ceiling, grabbed onto the stairway railing with all her might, and her right stilletto made eye contact literally with Matthew's left eye ball...

"How does it feel??

Huh??

HOW DOES IT FUCKING FEEL?!"

POP! 

BURST! 

CHOMP!

 FZZZZZ!

SQUIRT!

 SPLATTER!!

"Oooh Oooh Ohhh "Marcee cried in pleasure as she rubbed Matthews screams, cries, and guilt all over her face and skin. She was now wearing Matthew's brains all over her stillettos and her skin.

"Now Matty you are getting your #MeToo moment"!

She looked down at Matthew's pulverized face and his piss and fecal soaked body where the rats, roaches and vermin began gravitating towards.

"Gross Matt...just plain old fucking disgusting.. however, I told you I wanted to return the favor.. I am glad I got you off and hope that it was as good for you as it was for me..By the way, when I said, I had no intention of killing you, well, I lied...

"Eye lied....."Marcee violently laughed into her camera as the comment notifications popped up..

Bloop bloop bloop went the non stop notifications..

"Eye lied"... 🤣

"Eye Fucked You!"

"Eye for an Eye, right Matty"!

"Matthew Speared!

#MeTooMatt...."

"Stilettos To The Soul! Go get him Marcee!"

"Take One For The Team Marcee!"

***********

Marcee was still diabolically laughing as her phone screen flickered and went black. Her plain tired face, disheveled hair, and lazy loungy pjs reflected off the dark screen. 

Her phone lit up again..

DarkWebAI sent another notification.

DWAI: Now this was Phase 1? Shall we move onto Phase 2 of our Matthew Master Plan?

Marcee brandished another grin that was diabolically otherworldly...

Matthew Spears'  phone vibrated in his crotch area as he was driving. He stopped the vehicle to check his text.

"Hey Matt, this is Marcee Holmes. I know it's been awhile but I have been thinking about you as of late. Remember the great kinky times we had in that abandoned house on the corner of Bedford Ave? Ive been missing it and I've been missing you. Please text me back."

Matthew grinned nefariously..."I don't remember no Marcee but hey why the hell not?"

***Fictional Story Written By Zainab Ali***