Jason Myers (1983- ) grew up in Northwest Ohio. Avid reader for years he put aside his dreams of writing to raise his children and focus on being an EMT/Firefighter. The need to write never left and in 2019 he released his debut DECISIONS based off of his real life reoccuring nightmare.
The momentum picked up and he quickly was listed in the table of contents in several horror anthologies as well as several novellas of his own.
He is the co-author of the Eternal Sisterhood Series with RJ Roles. RJ and Jason have since founded Crimson Pinnacle Press, a publishing company that deals with horror and the macabre in themed anthologies released regularly.
He currently resides in Northwest Ohio retired from ems/firefighting after 10 years with his city fire department in Maumee, Ohio.
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CLIPPERS
by
Jason Myers
As was his Halloween ritual, Connor would wait until the last of the trick-or-treaters had knocked on his door and made his way to meet up with whoever was the blind date on the other end of the “Let’s Connect” app. The app cost ninety-nine cents yearly for his phone and through the last eight years it had been worth every one of those pennies.
Connor met her at some shit smelling hole in the wall bar and recognized her immediately from her profile picture. She was a single forty something who was desperate for companionship. He had spent the last few weeks talking to her nightly and building a rapport as a construction worker coming out of a bad break up. He had to make sure to remember his cover story as every year it changed as if he was changing his Halloween costume.
She, like all of his prey, had to leave to go to the restroom about an hour into their date. It was at that time Connor would pull a small syringe from his pants and empty in the liquid he spent all morning making. Odorless and, most importantly, tasteless he squirted it in her vodka cranberry. The effects of it were slow—timing was everything. As the night wore on, Miss Who-gives-a-shit, as Connor always referred to them as, became more tired that she had felt in months.
Connor sprung for the tab and paid in cash. No paper trail, no slip-ups, no exceptions, he thought to himself. He walked the staggering woman to his truck and set off to his house near the edge of town. Five minutes into the trip and she was all but paralyzed in the cab of the Dodge.
His tonic had worked like it was supposed to. Not like last years fucking dibacle, that girl could fight, he thought to himself as he rubbed his jaw for nostalgia. This new date was asleep and he wouldn't need to bother with the rope. He walked over to the medicine cabinet and removed a pair of silver toenail clippers. Her mouth lay open slightly agape and he had perfect access. With his left hand, Connor held her upper gum back. Carefully, he opened the stainless clippers. He flipped the handle backwards so that the mechanics were wide.
Another check to make sure she was still unconscious. Breathing and out cold, he placed the opening of the clippers on her left front tooth. A small scratching was audible as it found its place on the bottom third of the tooth. He could feel a gritty sensation as it finally rested home.
He took a deep breath, held it, and closed the toenail clippers shut. The tooth broke off in a cruel dental experiment. Connor looked down at his prey and felt the corners of his rotten lips raise. He moved the stainless tool to the next tooth in line and took in another deep breath. Another pause. Another clipping.