A short horror story inspired by Metallica.
They call me the bloodied mick. My real names Tommie Murray. I was born Irish and I’ll die Irish. Just like my pops who died when I was 7. Raised by my mother. She had 3 kids. My brotha died in the war. My sister married rich and left town. I joined the war. It was to form my new country they said. I fought the Hessians and the British. I even got to see our new leader, they call him president.
Now I return home to see my last family member. Mi mom. The people tell me she was killed. Killed for being a witch, burned for being poor and alone. I asked who they said the priest, the butcher who owns town and the clergy man. They called her a witch for weeks before they burned her.
The war taught me a lot about man. They are evil and I’m one of them.
I started with the butcher. He had two daughters and a wife. I killed them in their sleep. I woke the butcher. They found him burned alive in the street. The priest was found burned alive in the church. The clergy man put up the most fight. His old wife squaked him awake when I entered. She took an ax to the head. They found the clergy man in the square burned alive.
I rode out of town the next day. The whispers of a new witch filled the air. People are scared. It’s no witch, no ghoul, it is man. In war they called me bloodied mick. War taught me one thing, man is evil and am I man? Yes I am.
Housed and Fed 