A few more days passed and finally, Janet Williams could no longer stand the stench from the rotting corpse. She'd have to shift it!
It had been almost two weeks since she'd flipped and had brutally murdered the man she'd once hoped would be her lover until the end of time. Now, Michael's dismembered remains lay hidden under the knotty pine floorboards of their small cottage on the outskirts of town.
But where could she put them?
Janet was rotund. She weighed nearly 20 Stone, had bleached blonde hair and stood almost six feet tall. She'd always been cursed with a weight problem and this in turn had kept suitors well away, leaving her feeling ugly, lonely, and almost turning her into an introvert.
Then, he stepped into her life.
Michael was the most handsome man she had ever seen. A man with the most compassionate charm, sexiest brown eyes, and a body so perfectly sculpted that most women wanted him. At first she'd refused to accept that a stud such as he could see anything attractive about an old hippo like her, but his perseverance eventually paid off and she surrendered herself fully to him on that first Halloween.
Michael's sensual and powerful love making awakened a wild stranger within her that night. Her every desire had been fulfilled and from that time forward, her social and sex life had been completely transformed. He had been too good to be true. Michael had always said that he'd fallen in love with her the moment he looked into her beautiful blue eyes, but now she knew that the bastard had lied and that their relationship had had nothing whatsoever to do with love!
As the months had passed, he'd slowly turned into a violent, sexual monster and if Janet hadn't discovered the sick movies that he'd been secretly making, she could easily have fallen pray to one of his perverted plots, or perhaps have continued to indulge in his warped games out of fear.
One thing was certain... She knew she would never again find one such as he - a man who made her the envy of other women.
If only they knew.
Now, her "God's Gift" was decomposing beneath her and stinking more than the Dump where he had worked as a bulldozer driver, burying every kind of crap but his own.
Then it hit her! That's where she would put him. In the Dump with all the other garbage.
She managed a grin, thinking about the bullshit stories he used to tell about the Dump. Like how he'd seen zombies sifting through the rubbish; rats the size of dogs; and devil gulls that would peck your eyes out if you ventured there alone.
"A fitting place for another freak," she muttered, then set about the task of getting Michael up from under the floorboards, packing him into several bin sacks and tossing him into the boot of her car.
The Dump serviced the entire County and normally did not close its gates until 1 am in the morning - which suited Janet perfectly.
She decided to wait until midnight to dispose of the body parts and when she got to the Dump she was relieved to find that there were only a few people there. Still, she drove her car to a large rubbish heap deep in the middle of the 50-acre site to be sure she was well away from prying eyes.
When she was satisfied that there wasn't any of Michael's wondrous creatures or any other people about, she got to work.
Janet knew that come the morning, this whole section would be bulldozed into the ground. So, to ensure Michael's remains would end up 15 feet below the festering, putrid ground, she began to pull away some of the garbage to form a nice hole in which she could hide him.
Such was her mental state, that she didn't even bother to wear gloves to protect her from the bacterial hazards.
The floodlights in this section were dim, but crawling about on her hands and knees she could clearly see the various items she was clawing at. There were empty food tins; children's nappies; bloodied toiletries; rotting vegetables; bags with mysterious squelching contents and a dead cat!
Janet was almost done. Just a few more items and she'd have enough space for Michael.
She grabbed a large sack, near to where a pair of thick woollen gloves was jutting out of the rubbish. After throwing the sack to one side, she curiously stared at the hand warmers.
Why did they appear to be full? Were they on someone's hands? Had somebody else been here before her and also dumped a body?
Janet couldn't resist. She reached down and touched them.
"What the hell?" she gasped, as the fingers on each began to slowly wriggle. There might have been someone buried alive beneath the garbage, but Janet had her own agenda and the thought of rescuing this person never even entered her brain.
She glanced around to make sure she was still alone, ignoring the soft moans now coming from under the garbage, but as she went to stand up the gloved hands suddenly shot upwards and gripped her wrists tightly! She screeched with fright and tried to yank herself free, but the hands were immensely strong and quickly began to dig tighter into her skin, pressing on her veins and cracking the bones. Janet wailed with pain, but even her 20 stone form could not break her free.
She remained stuck in a half-risen posture for some time, tears streaming down her face. She knew that if she screamed her crime would be uncovered and she would certainly face the death penalty.
Her pain, however, was excruciating and she had no choice but to call for help.
Suddenly, the garbage just above the gripping hands moved and began to fall away, as the beaky nose of a hideous grey beast pushed through. Its pair of black glistening eyes installed a state of absolute terror in her and in its drooling mouth, its pointed teeth begged to be washed in her warm, nutritious blood.
With one neck-wrenching jolt, it dragged the gurgling Janet into its abattoir beneath the Dump!
The End.