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He stood close to the hedge, straining his ears to hear the far off voice in themist. It was such a
strange place, he thought. As he hesitated themoon rose unwaveringly into the dark night sky.
A few pale clouds obscured its round-
ed, jolly face for a moment or two but
soon it shone again creating an eerie
shadow over the high topped hedge.
The hedge. In places it towered over
his six feet in height. Yet in other
places he could almost see over the
top of it. Or at least through the tiny
closely packed and precisely cut rows.
It was almost smooth, creating a long
unending wall for nearly twenty feet
before abruptly turning a corner and
continuing on.
The tiny leaves fading into a blur of
dark green. He pressed closer to
those small, tightly packed branches,
straining to hear the voice again. His
own breath hushed as he forced his
body into silence to listen. The mist
silently swirled around his legs, get-
ting deeper and thicker as the night
wore on.
There! There it was again. That voice,
such a pretty voice, he thought as she
called to him from over the hedge.
And one he knew, he was sure of it.
“Hurry up, Robbie” the voice gave a
tinkling laugh. “Come on. I’m over
here, come and get me”
Proof came when further down the
hedge a small delicate female arm
pushed aside the branches and long
slender fingers beckoned to him.
Drawing back as he approached, the
voice gave a throaty laugh.
“Oh Robbie, Ive missed you so!
I need you, and dont forget.
Its our special day.”
The voice trailed off, receding into the
distance. And Robbie hurried after it
eagerly. A lingering perfume pulsed in
the air, floating over the hedge. At first
he thought it was from the tiny white
flowers that dotted the branches.
Sweet, so very sweet. Almost eastern
in its promise. He realized it belonged
to Marnie. He had bought it for her.
Marnie!
The very memory of her conjured up
late night walks on the beach. The
waves whispering as the tide covered
their bare feet. Her tinkling laughter
as they ran like small children to avoid
getting the bottom of their jeans wet.
Scooping her up in his arms and feel-
ing her melt against him as he played
the hero and saved her from a soak-
ing. Only to be rewarded later deep
in the sand dunes where they would
make love until the night sky turned
a delicate shade of pink. Marnie. His
Marnie. Until she was gone from him.
Then, nothing, she just disappeared.
Vanished. But she always turned up
again, and life would be as it should
for a while. He missed her so much
when she was gone. But always he
found her again and brought her
home. Always buying her that per-
fume as a welcome home gift. And
now here she was again. His Marnie.
He couldn’t wait to tell her how much
he had missed her and that soft sultry
sweet smell of hers. He hurried after
the voice laughing as she teased.
“Come on Robbie, hurry.
The champagne’s waiting.
I’m waiting”
And he did hurry. Eager with anticipa-
tion, his thoughts turning to what they
would say to each other. How long
had it been? He didnt know. It felt like
forever. Forever since he had felt her
beneath him in those sand dunes.
Forever since he had buried his face
against her neck and inhaled deeply
of that soft sweet smell of hers.
Forever since she had cried out his
name. Forever.
And she was here now. Just beyond
the hedge. With his feet slippery on
the dew laden grass, he hurried on.
Stumbling as he ignored everything
but that voice floating to him over the
top of the green living wall, that was
separating him from his Marnie.
He followed the sound of her voice.
Constantly beckoning to him and
got so close he could hear the
breathlessness of her as she sighed.
The hedge stood unyielding. Once
in frustration Robbie hurled himself
against it. But it stood fast.
Its tightly interwoven branches
creating an impossible barrier. Out
of breath he stood back, panting, as
he surveyed the hedge. It was taller
here, but the moon shone brightly for
a brief instant. Revealing a gap further
down. He hurried towards it, tripping
and falling in his haste to get to it.
All the while Marnies soothing voice
was encouraging him on. With a bit of
force, he fell though the hedge with a
loud thump.
Picking himself up, brushing off bits
of leaves and grass. His face was
eager and expectant. He looked
around for Marnie, and gave a grin.
The little witch. There she was at the
far end. The bottom of her blue skirt
swirling as she disappeared around
the corner with a throaty laugh.
He ran after her, twisting and turning
down each length of the hedge maze.
Racing around another corner. All the
while smelling that perfume of hers.
He didn’t notice the gap in the hedge
close over after he had tumbled
through it. So keen he was to get to
his beloved Marnie. Again.
Exhausted from running, he stopped
for a while. Panting, gasping for breath
and holding onto one of the branches
to keep himself upright. Lord, but he
was unfit, he thought to himself. He
could always outrun Marnie any day
of the week, but still he wheezed and
gasped. Her voice over the hedge
came closer, wheedling now as she
tried to get him to follow her.
“Oh Robbie. Come on.
Don’t give up now,
You’re so close!”
But he was done, spent, and shook
his head, too tired to even talk. Her
hand appeared, pushing aside the
branches, and holding out a goblet
to him.
Urging him to take it to his parched
lips, but his throat grew tight and he
couldn’t swallow the cool liquid. Not
a drop and after a few moments he
threw the vessel to the grass. Spilling
its dark contents into the soil. The
mist was deeper now, and it was
getting harder to hear her. The cold
clammy shroud of fog clutched at his
stomach, wrapping him in a deadly
cocoon.
Until finally, there she was! Marnie!
His beautiful, brave Marnie. It had
been so long, and the tears coursed
down his cheeks unashamedly. Fuck,
but he had missed her. With shaking
arms, he reached for her, pulling
her tightly to himself, that perfume
lingering in the deep silence that
fell on them both and sealed them
together.
But something was wrong, so very
wrong. He pulled back and regarded
her with a puzzled look on his face.
Watching, bewildered as her face
changed, becoming harsher. The flesh
once so willing. Falling now from her
rounded curves. Creating a cadaver
like appearance, but still she gave a
tinkling laugh.
Running her hand down his arm. He
screamed in pain as her nail suddenly
gouged deep. Tearing a strip of
skin right off revealing his raw flesh
beneath. His pulse racing in his veins
as her nails continued to rake at him.
Each fresh gouge turning his pink
skin to a deep dark crimson mass.
Robbie screamed and writhed. Trying
to get away from her, but Marnie’s
grip was too strong.
Soon his arm was reduced to a bloody
pulp. Torn apart strip by strip with her
long talons. Wracked with pain, he
turned his face to her, confused. Her
voice, gutteral and harsh answered
his unspoken question.
”Robbie, don’t you remember me? It’s
Marnie, you left me in the fridge.”
Over her shoulder, Robbie saw
another dark haired girl. Similar but
not quite the same, slip into his arms,
taking the place of Marnie. Her bite
was swift, deep and gouging. With
pain exploding across his body as her
mouth neatly ripped away a chunk of
his arm. His still warm blood dripping
down her chin as she whispered,
swallowing
“And I’m Marnie. The one you left in
the dumpster.”
Through a pain filled haze, he stum-
bled back, the hedge unyeilding at
his back, and he fell onto the grass.
The circle of women growing around
him now. Each coming forward and
identifying themself. “I’m Marnie. You
bashed my head in with a rock, down
at the beach”. Before a crushing blow
landed on his temple, another Marnie,
then another, and another.
Each Marnie adding their story to how
he had killed them before inflicting
similar injuries to his body. As best
he could, he curled his arms around
his body. Trying to shelter himself
but soon he was reduced to a bloody,
sightless lump of flesh, and then even
that was gone. Thrown into and swal-
lowed by the hedge piece by piece. Fi-
nally, the girls nodded to themselves
and to each other. A peaceful calm
expression coming over their faces.
Dawn was starting to break, and the
mist was fading now.Taking the girls
with them, until nothing remained...
...except the Maze.
Epilogue
The Morning Sun
March 22, 2015
The notorious serial killer Robert
Douglas Theeps died today by lethal
injection at 6 am. For several years,
Theeps had terrorized the towns
along the East Coast. It is estimated
that, well more than 30 women fell
victim to Theeps’s percieved charms.
With only two of his victims surviving
and being able to give evidence in
court. Theeps gained himself the
nickname “Marnie’s Killer” due to
the fact he renamed all his victims
Marnie as he wooed them and gained
their trust before inflicting some of
the most heinous crimes against
their person. Before and after they
died. Theeps is survived by his father,
Robert Senior, and his mother, Marnie,
who both declined to comment.
Marnie’s Maze
Marnie’s Maze
A story by Mouth {JT}
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