The man she buried was back and knocking on her door.  

"Dammit Ed," she grumbled. "How many times do I have to kill you before you stay dead?"


His first death was 2 years ago. She had poisoned his coffee. He died telling her how much he loved her. She didn't love him, but she did love his money. It wasn't that Ed was a bad man. Quite the opposite, he was a very good man with very bad taste in women. To be fair, Sara tried to dissuade his advances, until she realized just how much money he had, then she turned on the charm and in no time he was completely head over heels for her. They married a month later and she moved onto his farm and wasted no time and sweetening his coffee with a little bit of poison. The fateful morning he died, he had brought up the subject of consummating their relationship. She smiled sadly and rubbed her temples, telling him she had a headache as she added several more teaspoons of poison and sugar into his cup. Maybe they could try tomorrow? Ed sighed unhappily and nodded silently as he drank his coffee. His last words were "I love you, Sara. We'll be together forever." Then he took one last rattling breath and died. Sara went out to her garden, the one Ed spent all weekend on after buying all the plants she pointed out. She grabbed a shovel and started digging. A few hours later, she managed to create a hole about 3 feet deep. She went back to the house and started to drag her dead husband to his freshly dug grave and pushed him in. She quickly shovelled dirt on top of him and when she had finished, she brushed back a stray lock of her auburn hair and sat down in one of the garden chairs Ed had set up for her to rest for a few minutes before returning to the house. 

The next day, she heard a knock on the back door. When she saw her dead husband standing there, one hand reaching out to her, she screamed.  

"I love you. We'll be together forever," he croaked and took one step towards her.

She screamed again as she grabbed a knife and stabbed him, pushing him down the back stairs. She decided to wrap his body in a tarp and tied cement blocks to him. She managed to load him into her car and drove to the bridge and, after making sure there were no other cars in sight, she pushed him off the bridge and into the deep cold water below.  

The next morning, she heard a knock on the door.

"It can't be," she muttered and went downstairs to open the door.  

And so it went for the next 2 years. She would kill him and dispose of his body, only to find him knocking on the door the next morning.

Sara had tried stabbing, shooting, decapitation, and even tried to feed his body to the pigs, but they refused to have anything to do with the meat. 


Sara sighed and picked up the old shotgun from beside the door. She loaded it again and opened the door, quickly aiming at her husband and fired twice. The man fell to the ground and Sara leaned the gun on the counter before picking up the man's legs and dragging him to the back garden, then stopped.  

"Ain't no use burying you back there again. You'll just come back, again."  

She thought for a few moments. 

"Can't bring you to the back 40, you might make the animals sick. Can't toss you off the old bridge anymore, they got all them damn cameras now. Oh! I know just the place! The Devil's Pit! Ain't no one goes round there. Now you just lay there while I go fetch Barney."  

She eyed him a moment, then grabbed the gun and shot him once more.  

"There, that oughta hold you til I get back."  

The corpse lay still as she walked to the barn. Sara quickly saddled the horse and grabbed a rope before leading the horse back to the house. 

Ed's mouth opened and several maggots and flies crawled out as he struggled to speak her name.

Sara ignored him and tied the rope around his legs and then around the saddlehorn. She went inside the house and grabbed a flashlight, then went back outside, closing the door behind her. She quickly mounted the animal and clucked her tongue, squeezing slightly with her legs. The horse obediently began to walk and Sara directed it towards the forest.  

"Not long now, Ed," she said. "This time I know you ain't never coming back."  

She continued to talk to the corpse while they walked through the woods towards the Devil's Pit.  

She had first encountered the cave when old Jim Howard brought her there and forced himself on her. She was young then, but she still managed to fight him off and run home. The search for Old Jim lasted all of 3 days. No one cared to waste anymore time on the man. He was well known around town as a cruel drunkard and it was quickly decided that the town was better off with him not being found. She never told anyone what happened or where he was.  


Old Jim was first, but not the last man to lose his life in the cave.  

Sam was next. His crime was spending too much time watching sports and not enough time shopping with Sara. A couple of alligator tears and sobs and Sam willingly followed her up to the cave, where she used his baseball bat to dispatch him. She sold his baseball card collection and went on a cruise to the Bahamas to cope with her grief

Then came Daniel, who followed her around like a little puppy. He followed her to the cave and some light encouragement from her had him following her into the cave. He didn't see the pit between them and tumbled in, snapping his neck at the bottom of the 300 foot drop. She happily sold his classic sports car to a collector and decided to take a trip to Europe. A trip to Paris was the perfect way to get over Danny's death, she thought.  

Then there was Dean, Robert, William, and Nate. She wondered how many more bodies the hole could hold before she'd have to find a new spot.  


"Old Jim can keep you company now," she said as she dismounted and loosely tied the reins to low hanging branch. She untied the corpse and dragged him over to the hole in the ground, then pushed him in. She crawled in after him and turned on the flashlight. She dragged her ex-husband to the dark pit near the back of the cave. The exact pit where she pushed Old Jim and her other lovers in many years ago. She quickly untied the corpses legs and, taking a deep breath, she pushed the corpse into the hole and listened until it hit the bottom several seconds later.

"Good bye, Ed," she called down with a smile. 

She heard a small scuffle and a tiny hiss of air on the back of her neck. She swung around, but nothing was there. Another small breath and something brushed her cheek. She swiped at her face and a small trickle of fear ran down her spine.  

"Ed? Honey?" She whispered tentatively. "Is that you?"  

Another whisper.  

"Sssaarraa..." 

She scuttled backwards towards the cave's entrance.

"Who... who are you?" she called out nervously.

"Sara..." the unknown voice hissed. "We've been waiting for you."

Sara swung the flashlight around the cave, but the light began to flicker and dim. Frustrated, she hit it against her palm and the light came back, briefly. "No, dammit!"

"Sara..." the voice whispered again.  

She shuddered and crawled quickly towards the light of the entrance. Something grabbed her ankle and she screamed in terror. She swung the flashlight to her legs and gasped as she saw the faces of her former lovers reaching for her.  

Ed's hand brushed her cheek.  

"I love you. We'll be together... forever. We'll all be together... forever."  

Sara's screams echoed off the cave's walls as she fell down the Devil's pit.