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Hammerhead


“A bit creepy,” Ben remarked. The clerk announced, “There’s more, mate.” The clerk grabbed a video from a shelf, the cover was all purple, and it showed a chap getting hit in the head with a hammer. The clerk said, “This one is titled “Hammerhead”.”

 
 
Title:
Hammerhead


Dark Alley

A man is running from a figure that is chasing him with a hammer.

Man runs into a dead end.

Man: Ahh!!!

The hammer comes down on his head twice killing him. The man falls on the ground dead.

THE NEXT MORNING

Cops are at the back alley.

Detective Stewart: So how many people has this hammer murderer person killed?

Cop: This is the 9th murder in 7 weeks Detective Stewart.

Detective Stewart: Jesus, who can be killing these people? These are all perfect murders not a clue in sight. Has the murderer left it’s trademark?

Cop: Oh yeah. The number 9 is painted on the wall over there.

Detective Stewart: I still don’t get what kind of a sick person would write the number of people it’s killed on the wall at each crime scene.

Cop: It’s disgusting.

Detective Stewart: Oh Well! Call me if you find anything.

Cop: Sure thing lieutenant.

DETECTIVE STEWART’S HOUSE

Mrs. Stewart: How was your day dear?

Detective Stewart: Ah, Martha we cannot catch that damn hammer murderer.

Mrs. Stewart: Yeah wasn’t this like the 9th murder or something.

Detective Stewart: How’d you know that?

Martha: Know what?

Detective Stewart: That this is the 9th murder.

Martha: It’s all over the news.

Detective Stewart: Oh.

Suddenly the house shook with booming music blaring from upstairs.

Detective Stewart: What the hell is that?

Martha: Darcy.

Detective Stewart: She’s playing that rap shitt again.

He put his hands over his ears.

Martha: She’s a teenager.

Detective Stewart: Couldn’t she at least listen to The Beatles.

THAT NIGHT

Detective Stewart was awaken from his sleep by the phone ringing. He picked it up.

Detective Stewart: Yeah hello.

Sheriff Thomas: Stewart come here quick there’s been another murder.

Detective Stewart: Is that you Sheriff Thomas.

Sheriff Thomas: Yeah it’s me. Hurry.

Detective Stewart: Where are you at?

Sheriff Thomas: 909 Penny Avenue.

Detective Stewart: I’ll be right there.

909 Penny Avenue

Detective Stewart drivs up in his car and gets out. Cops are surrounding a small house.
Detective Stewart walks in the house seeing a woman on the floor with the sharp end of the hammer stuck in her skull. Detective Stewart nearly vomited for on the floor were two kids with blood gushing from their heads.

Detective Stewart: What kind of a sick bastard could do this?

Sheriff Thomas: I don’t have a clue.

Detective Stewart turned around seeing Sheriff Thomas behind him.

Sheriff Thomas: It’s definitely that hammer bastard.

Detective Stewart: Any clues here?

Sheriff Thomas: Not a single damn clue is here.

Detective Stewart: One slick bastard.

Detective Stewart looked around the house and stopped at what he saw. He called the cops over to where he was. The cops followed Detective Stewart’s gaze at the wall. On the wall were the numbers 10, 11, & 12 painted on the wall.

Cop: The trademark.

Sheriff Thomas: That’s one sick son of a bitch.

That night Detective Stewart was driving home when he suddenly saw the car ahead of him was vibrating. He laughed at himself as the blaring rap music caused the car to vibrate. He then stopped laughing as he saw his daughter in the car ahead of him with some guy.

Detective Stewart: What the hell is Darcy doing with that guy?

He started following the car. The car parked in a deserted alleyway.

He saw his daughter and the guy start kissing.

Detective Stewart got out his car and walked to the window of the parked car. He started tapping on the glass and the guy inside rolled the window down.

Darcy: Dad! What are you doing here?

Detective Stewart: I was going to ask you the same question Darcy. So these are your little nightly getaways. Get out of the car now Darcy.

Boy inside car: Wait you’re Darcy’s father.

Detective Stewart: Yeah, I am. Darcy get out you’re going home.

Suddenly though a hammer rose up behind Detective Stewart knocking him on the back causing him to fall to the side.

Detective Stewart: Ah, shitt!

The hammer came down smashing the boy inside the car’s face in. Darcy screamed and tried to get out the car. Detective Stewart got out his gun and shot the person with the hammer in the shoulder. The person turned around. The murderer was wearing a white mask.

Detective Stewart: You Bastard!

Darcy got out the car and started running off. The killer ran after Darcy. Detective Stewart got up and started following the killer. The killer turned around and hit Detective Stewart with end of the hammer knocking Detective Stewart out.

Detective Stewart: oh…

The killer ran off.

Detective Stewart got up off the back alley street and started running to where he saw Darcy run toward before he blacked out. He realized he was too late. On the ground was Darcy’s dead body with the back of the hammer stuck in her chest. On the wall painted were the numbers: 13, 14.

Detective Stewart: I’m too late.

He started crying.

Beside his daughter’s body he saw the white mask and Sheriff Thomas standing over Darcy’s dead body. Sheriff Thomas was looking at a paintbrush in his hand.

Detective Stewart: Sheriff! You’re the murderer!

Sheriff Thomas: Hey.

Detective Stewart: You could be the only person to commit the perfect murders you’re the sheriff. Of course, that was your plan.

Sheriff Thomas: Now wait..Ah!

Detective Stewart drew out his gun and shot Sheriff Thomas twice in the chest. Sheriff Thomas fell to the ground dead.

Detective Stewart went by his daughter’s body and started crying.

10 MINUTES LATER….

Cops were at the scene of the crime.

Cop: Looks like the hammer murders have come to an end Stewart.

Detective Stewart: I know.

Cop: I’m sorry detective…. about Darcy.

Detective Stewart: Me too.

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Detective Stewart and Mrs. Stewart are on vacation at the beach.

They are at a motel.

Detective Stewart sat on the couch; His wife unpacking bags behind him.

Detective Stewart: My life won’t be the same without her. Honey, remember when we took her to Disney World when she was 5. God, I’m going to miss her. Honey.. Did you hear me dear?

Mrs. Stewart: I heard you loud and clear dear.

Detective Stewart: Okay.

Something caught Detective Stewart’s eye. He turned around and saw a painted 15 on the wall. Sneaking up behind him was his wife holding a hammer right above Detective Stewart’s head.
 
 
 
Author's Note:
 
I remember that in fifth grade, I wrote a story that was just like “Hammerhead”, except the ending on it was horrible. So, like “Reality” I rewrote the story, and came up with the twist ending about the wife being the killer. The idea came from when I saw me dad nailing something, can’t quite remember what he was nailing, but anyway I remember thinking what if a killer used a hammer to murder its victims, it’s also a bit inspired by The Beatles’ song “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer”. Overall, I like the story “Hammerhead”, but I thought the ending could be a bit better. Nonetheless, it’s a good little story, with an okay ending, I guess.