Oliver Bowman was a solicitor. He had never particularly wanted to be one. But never the less thats what he was. He had a wife who was pretty despite giving him a child and a dog. They lived near to place of work in Ironbridge. Their life was good.
            Even now in times of credit crunches and low house prices they lived in reasonable comfort. They had a charming house in the semi-countryside, good friends and best of all they still felt a lot for each other. Ok so the honeymoon period was over but none of them had ever strayed and they still had a good sex life.  Their son James was doing well at school and his wife Tabitha was working part time for a school as well. Everything was well good.

            Their house was a truly lovely quaint place where no one else seemed to go. There never seemed to ever be any gangs, chavs, grebs or any other social misfits. It might possibly be the best place on the Earth. Everyone was reasonably well off and most neighbours were post retirement. There was never any crime either. Or at least that was until.... well you see nothing good ever lasts. And a charming perfect idyllic piece of happiness was doomed to come crashing down in flames. And it did...I know you're confused you want to know how and why? Why Mr Author do you have to ruin these peoples life’s? You bastard Mr Author who the fuck do you think you are God?
            Ok OTT yeah? But it did go wrong. Horribly. The most grotesque horrors took place as one man was pushed over the edge by...a violin.
            Yeah now your confused right. Anti-climax you be thinking. Well I assure you the Bowman family didn't think so when their lives were destroyed in the most...gory of fashions. Now you're thinking "Ok Mr Author point made. You've sold us the story we're reading but our patience is wearing thin so get on with it".

            Well fair point Mr/Mrs reader. So please do read on. But I feel I must warn you that this story is not for the weak of heart. I have written many a horror tale but none as...just read and see then.

Mr Author

            Oliver Bowman sat behind his desk. He looked over at his shiney new silver clock which read the time as 16:37. Eve his receptionist come assistant was sorting out the DX post to go the next day. Today Oliver was pleased by the work he had got done. He had finally made progress on the Evans case which had been a thorn in his side for many months now.
            Oliver watched as Eve ferried around the office getting all the post done on time. She was fit twenty something dirty blonde who generally used too much make up and ended up looking like a Barbie doll. Oliver had been carrying a torch for her ever since he first emplyed her. Of course Oliver would never do anything about it. No he was in love with Tabitha far too much. Their live was too good to indanger over a fling. Besides Oliver had often masturbated and thought of Eve in reality she could never ever be as good or as dirty as she was in his imagination.

            Come the end of the day Oliver locked up and waved goodbye to Eve as she walked off down the road. He stopped to admire her behind. Then he walked to his car and climbed inside. He started the car up and made sure that he drove past her.

            It was the next day that...that it begun. It was a Saturday and the Bowmans had decided to visit an auction being held in the country at a recently converted Farmhouse. As Oliver drove through the country roads with his young son in the back of  the car and his wife smiling he felt...peaceful. Not especially happy, no rush of seretonin but..peaceful.

            As Oliver parked the car up he felt a sensation which he had not felt for such a long time. A shiver ran down his spine. It was so strange it was a hot day and he felt restful. Yet never the less. He decided to push it from his mind and carry on.
            Inside the auction it was a fairly mediocre day but the sunshine and the smile on the face of his wife and child raised the day for Oliver. Then, then there was that strange sensation and for no logical reason Oliver found himself being drawn to an item. It was old but not in particularly great condition. It was a violin. Oliver saw the item and for unknown reason he had to have it. It...it called to him. It whispered its seductive voice of a thousand sirens. Oliver heard the call and obeyed without question. He won the bid and paid a mere £15 for the item in question. His wife thought the bid was out of character commenting-
            "But you can't play can you darling?"
            "No dear. No I can't". Came the honest answer from Oliver.

            The rest of the day passed reasonably calmly and peacefully. Although that night Oliver had the worst nightmare he ever had. The dream had begun with a young Oliver playing with a butterfly knife. Then...then he was older something else happened something...then, then he was older as he is now staring down at his dead wife. The knife sticking out of his wifes eyeball. The blade buried deep into her brain.

            The image made Oliver wake up in a cold sweat. To forget this nightmare he went down stairs and grabbed the whisky bottle. He needed to drink. He needed to forget the image.

            That next day was a quite family day. Deep down Oliver loved these days. He was a privilaged child but never felt 100% comfortable under his parents rule. Here he was happy. His child loved the same sci-fi fodder he so loved. Today was quite. He decided as the sun ws bright to do some gardening.

            As Oliver went into the garden to begin his work he decided to light up a cigarette. Ever since uni he had always smoked the same Marlboro lights. He looked around the garden and he began to realise just how lucky he really was. He had it all really. A nice house, well paid job and a loving wife. He felt...at one with the world.
            Then as Oliver began to sweep up under the heavy sun he thought that what he really wanted to do that day was to play his violin. He couldn't play, never had a lesson but, but he felt that was what he really wanted to do.

            Oliver woke up on the Monday with a dry sore throat. His head was throbbing. Am I ill? Oliver wondered as he plodded into the bathroom. All around him were images of his family. His wife's elaborate cleaning products. His son's elaborate toothbrushes. Oliver realised it as bizarre as it was it was his families presence that were making him feel this way. He had work to go to. It was alright for some. Oliver's mind grumbled.
            Instead of climbing back into his lavish bed he decided to go downstairs and stand in front of his giant bookcase where his impressive DVD collection was housed.
            Oliver stood there half naked just staring at them in the blackness of the morning. All those stories were calling out to him. Screaming their tales at him. And yet his mind was not acting as a receiver. Instead he was shouting. But not out loud. He was shouting in his mind. He was warring with himself.
                                    "You fucking bitch! Why does my dog shake when I enter the room! If I find out you've been hitting him then I'll takew a fucking knife to you!"

            So the argument went on. But as for Oliver's physical body it just stood there. Silent motionless switched off. He was being de-tuned. From the "normal" human wavelength to...to something else. And then again he thought of his violin.

            Hours later it was 07:00am. The clocks had only recently gone forward an hour. In the kitchen the radio was playing some irritating local station. Tabitha was in her dressing gown buttering some toast as James was playing with the dog. It was then that Oliver entered the kitchen yawning and smoking.
                                    "Oliver I thought we weren't going to smoke downstairs you know James doesn't like it". Tabitha cried.
            Oliver stared at her and for a second his eyes were dead. Then he shrugged and put the cigarette out. Oliver for some reason felt compelled to apologise. He hated it when he did that.
                                    "Sorry James". Oliver said as he stared at the toast. James didn't answer just shrugged in someway which indicated something else.
            The dog was jumping up and down James. Oliver felt compelled to speak.
                                    "Is that a clean uniform? In fact is that even hygenic?" Oliver asked as he pointed to the dog. Unknown to him his words were slurred.
                                    "Are you ok dear?" Tabitha asked. Oliver didn't reply instead he left the room and slowly climbed back upstairs. When he had left the room James turned to his mummy.
                                    "What's up with dad?" James asked.
                                    "Nothing. Nothing at all" came the reply. But somewhere within Tabitha she felt it. Just for a second. Some kind of atmosphere it was...wrong and inhuman.

Oliver stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror. He began to twitch again the violent arguments begun in his head.
                                    "What the fuck! No one thinks about me! No one! Every girl I've been with has turned into a slag! No one No one thinks!"

            Tabitha entered the room. Oliver didn't notice her for a second and then he shook his head as though he was coming out of some sort of trance.
                                    "Oliver are you ok?"
            Oliver just stared at her with the dead eyes.
                                    "Yes. Yes what is it!" Oliver dropped onto the bed. Tabitha stood there for a moment shocked. This behaviour isn't like Oliver she noted. He hardly ever got agitated and when he did he would try not to show it. Even dropping onto the bed was out of character.
                                    "I'm going to take James to school".
                                    "Yeah fine". Came Oliver's quick reply even without thinking.
            Tabitha stood there trying to just think. What was up with Oliver? Immediately she felt guilty. He had been so perfect and understanding during her post natal depression. Whatever was up with him she knew she had to be understanding. She decided that the conversation was going nowhere and so she gently closed the door and collected James and then scooped him out of the door and into the car. Slowly Oliver stood walking with somebody elses body language he watched his wife and child drive away. Then came the pain.

            It was intense, like no other. It was like the worst migraine he ever felt multiplyed. Oliver dropped to the floor screaming. And then...it was gone as quickly as it struck? Was the pain even real? Or a daydream that got out of hand?
            All Oliver wanted was too play the violin. That dusty relic that had for so long had no purpose now had one. Oliver didn't understand why but never the less knew it was vital. Somehow he had to see it, smell it and play it. To say it was calling to him seemed...inaccurate. No and yet he heard it's melody, it's sirens call gently calling to his mind.
            Oliver walked downstairs and stared at the relic in it's dark scratched case. He rubbed his hand along it and then raised them and sniffed. It...it was like no other sense of recollection he had felt before. It was...it was like an old flame someone he had been intimate with and then seeing them again in passing years later his stomach jumped. Jumped with confusion and recollection. Again he reached out and touched the case and again he felt it. Oliver fell back and unable to control himself started to giggle. Then as suddenly as he started he stopped.

            Oliver slowly slid into a memory. A memory that was not his. He was sitting on a train with a pale girl next to him. Slowly he stood and saw the ticket man bearing down on him and without thinking he pulled out a flick knife and buryed into the mans neck. The man a burly man with no hair in his thirties suddenly became a whimpering child. He fell to the floor. The girls eyes snapped open at the sight of the blood. Oliver just smiled then dropped the knife looking again he saw the dead man was in fact his....

            ....son. Oliver sat bolt upright in his bed. Sweat beads desperately trying to flee his body and sought refuge upon the duvet. He looked down at his sleeping wife. Slowly he turned his head and saw the time on the clock. It read 13:37. Slowly Oliver climbed out of his bed. He was wearing a tight red T-shirt and boxers. He then slowly began to strip naked. He had to cool down. Then he was overcome by another sensation. He had to check his son was ok.
            Oliver creeped out of his bedroom and stood on he landing outside Jame's room. Slowly he opened the door and saw his son snorring happily in a world of his own creation. Then Oliver became distracted as he looked down and became aware that he had an erect penis.

            The next few days seemed to come and go with equal ease and quickness. Work was relatively simple. Homelife was as good as ever and Oliver hadn't had anymore strange dreams. That was until he came home on the Thursday with the urge once again. He found the violin and the same pang of excitment ran through his body. It was electric. He smiled.
            Then Oliver opened up the case and held it correctly as he slid the bow up and down. The sound he made was unpleasant, but the feeling he got felt so right. After only playing for a short while Oliver's mind did not hear the horrid untuneful noises. No in his mind he heard a most delightful sound. It was as if the Violin was an extention of his own being.

            The next few days brought to Oliver similar periods of distraction and nightmares. So much so that he decided to take some time off. The usual reaction when a colleague went off on sick leave was instead of choosing a replacement on the partner merit they would opt instead for a bimbo with good tits.
            But Oliver didn't care he had other concerns. At home he would play his violin and nothing else. He would go to where it sat after Tabitha left in the morning and when she returned he would be sitting in the same place. The dead look in his eyes.
            After three days she had enough. She marched to where he stood with his violin and got right in his face.
                        "What the fuck is the matter with you! I'm sorry but we've had enough!"
            Oliver cocked his head as he looked at her.
                        "The kid gets free digs. Who the fuck is he to complain".
                        "You don't even sound like you anymore!"
                        "Careful that's an oxymoron". Replied Oliver mockingly.
It was then that Tabitha's attention turned to his violin.
                        "That! You became this...this thing around the same time as you had that". Tabitha pointed to the instrument as she spoke.
                        "Sounds familier doesn't it?"
           
            That was it. Tabitha had enough. She picked up the violin. Olivers eyes suddenly became fearful.

                        "Put it down...please. Please put it down...".
            Tabitha couldn't believe what was happening to Oliver.
                        "No. No Oliver this thing is not good for you. I'm getting rid of it". With that Tabitha began to walk away. Oliver stood there is silence heartbroken for a moment and then he saw red. He ran after Tabitha and pushed her to the ground. Tbaitha dropped the violin and lay there for a second shocked. Then the fear seeped through her.
            Oliver grabbed her by the throat and threw her against the wall.
                        "I have to put up with you and that little bastard! No! You want me to suffer! Well you wont take my friend away! Never! I'll fucking kill you first!"

Oliver punched Tabitha twich in the head hard. Then as he let go she fell to the ground. Oliver looked down at her body. The woman he loved. And loved him.
            Then he saw something else. He was somebody else looking down at the body of a prostitute in an alleyway. She was pouring with blood from a knife wound to her womb. Oliver smiled.

            When Tabitha came to she looked around and realised she was in the garage. She was tied to one of the roof beans and hanging down. She tried to scream but she was gagged. Then perched on a chair like a macabre observer sat the violin. A shiver ran up her spine as she realised Oliver was standing behind her.
                        "You forced this you bitch. Oh and don't worry about that little bastard. I                 spoke to the Tannir's. I asked of they wouldn't mind picking James up and letting him stay the night. Told them it was an emergency. Still teaching your wife respect. Never thought I'd have to".
            Tabitha's eyes were wide with fear. She saw the look on Oliver's face. It was not a natural glare for him. It was then that she truly realised what a stranger this new Oliver really was.

                        "Now I'm going to show you some fucking respect missy!" Screamed Oliver into Tabitha's ear. She watched in horror as he walked out of view and then returned moments later with a pair of sissors. He then cut her top to pieces and left her hanging there naked. He then bit on her breasts she scremaed and jumped up and down. In discust Oliver slapped her hard in the face.
                        "I'll fucking kill you and your bastard son if you carry on!" Tabitha immediately stopped.
                        "Now...you need some...mark to remind you not to fuck around anymore.               What mark? Let me see".
            Oliver walked around her and then pulled his belt off.
                        "Oh yeah. One like this!" With that Oliver standing behind her began to whip her violently with the belt she screamed in agony.
                        "Come on bitch you can take this!" The whipping continued as blood poured from the wounds. The pain was so intense. Then after a few minutes Oliver stopped.
                        "I think you have learned don't you.Although I have just one last thing to               teach you".
            As Oliver opened the door three old dirty tramps walked in unsure. Tabitha immediatelt recognised them from the town.
                        "She's all your boys". Announced Oliver as he stood back and watched. Tabitha starred at him in shock. Slowly they began to pull at her underwear whilst another began to suck on her breasts. Tabitha screamed Oliver just laughed and walked out.
           
            As Oliver left the garage he fell to the ground and began to cry.

            Forty minutes later Oliver returned to the garage. He had drunk three quaters of a bottle of cognac. As he entered he found his wife hanging their her nose bleeding and her clothes ripped. Semen on her legs. The tramps had seemingly used her as a punch bag after fucking her.
                        "You've had your fun now fuck off". Oliver shouted to the tramps. They looked at him and seemingly contimplated attacking him. But instead they sulked out of the garage and back into the night. Oliver walked over to Tabitha and removed the gag. She looked at him. Oliver felt a pang of guilt but it was quickly buried.
                        "This was your fault. Don't lookt at me like that. I blame you. I blame you for                       everything. I blame you for my life. I blame you for that little bastard you                 wanted. I blame you for your parents hatred of me. I blame you". Oliver stopped and waited for her reply. But she was broken.
                        "Why Oliver..why?" she cried. Oliver looked over at the violin perched on the chair. Please. Please listen you know this isn't me. It isn't....I am...we are...the pain...it's watching. It's watching us right now. Please...I'll let you go. Yes. We have to forget this and move on. Please".
Oliver untied Tabitha and she fell to the floor. He helped her up.
                        "I'll go and get you some water. Stay there".

            Oliver ran from the garage into the kitchen. When he returned the first thing he felt was a sharp pain in the head. Then again. Tabitha attacked him with the claw hammer screaming as she did it. Then after the pain came the blackout.

            Slowly Oliver came too. Light and memory flooded into his mind. As he opened his eyes he saw Tabitha standing there. His mouth was taped up and he was naked. Then she smiled as she produced car battery and two cables. She then attached them to his scrotum. Desperately Oliver tried to plead but she just smiled and switched it on. Volts of agaony tore through Oliver's bbody. He screamed in agony as Tabitha laughed and looked over at the violin siting there.
                        "It doesn't want you anymore. It wants me. Me!"

            After the initial torture Tabitha dragged Oliver over to the workbench and laid him on there.

                        "It's time baby".

With that she took the clawhammer and began to bury it into his stomach. Again and again until his entrails began to slide out.
            Tabitha laughed out loud and looked back at the violin.

            When Tabitha awoke she heard a sound. It was terrifying and totally inhuman. It felt like a vicious roar of some demonic creature. A wail so furious in sound and scale that it appeared to transcend all time and space. Her eyes opened immediately.

            She rolled over and saw Oliver fast asleep. She had the nightmare again. What the hell was going on? Tabitha had no idea. No logical idea anyway. All she knew, she felt was that that damn violin was somehow responsible. It had been effecting Oliver and now it was trying to drive her insane. She knew she had to destroy it. She could not allow it to fall into anyone else's hands. It was far too dangerous.

            Oliver was changing. As much as he wanted to deny his psychological map he could not help but see his priorities had changed. For now he knew. He had received a message from God. He knew his family were evil. And he knew they had to suffer. His wife was a witch. Cold hearted and unholy. She was draining his lifeforce. She was just the same as all those other vile hoars he has had to represent over the years. Useless vermin who thought just because they were human that gives them the right to reproduce. Well no it doesn't! Why the fuck should proper people have to pay for them. Women have always fucked things up! Look at Adam and Eve, The Beatles and Red Dwarf. No if he was ever to break free and find real happiness then the slut must die!

            Tabitha stood down stairs staring at the violin sitting in shadows like some monolith. Tabitha wanted to smash it she had felt herself filling up with rage. But now. Now she could not. Instead she stared intently at the instrument. She found herself unable and unwilling to damage it. It was alive. She could feel it's presence like any other human being. It even talked on some other level. She could feel it's beautiful persuasive thoughts gently filter and swim through her mind. Now she understood the attraction that Oliver had made to such, such a delicious thing as this. Tabitha took a step forward. She could hear the beautiful noise of the violin playing through her mind. How could Oliver appreciate your true beauty? Tabitha wondered.
            Then she realised with much chagrin just what a threat Oliver posed. he was not just acting strange he was...cheating. he was seeing another. Another so beautiful that Tabitha could no longer keep him. The violin had warned her and she would save herself and her child whatever the cost even if it meant Oliver must die.

            That night they all sat around the dinner table. Oliver and Tabitha sat opposite. Slowly they munched on their TV dinners. Occasionaly casting a suspicious eye on one another. Then James slowly stood and headed to the bathroom.

This is your chance! Whilst the little bastard is out of the way! KILL THEM KILL THEM!

The thoughts echoed painfully over and over inside Oliver's mind and as if she knew Tabitha tightened her grip on her table knife. Then James slowly crept back into the room behind his father and gripping a large heavy metal rod brought it down upon his father's head. Oliver fell to the floor. Suddenly Tabitha jumped up and grabbed a large kitchen knife and began to stab her husband hard in the neck and face. He shook violently under the shock but it didn't take long for his life to be over. Then Tabitha sat back. A huge smile across her face. She held out her arms for her son James. They embraced and then began to kiss passionately. Slowly James lived his mother's top up and began to suck on her breasts. Tabitha moaned in delight as she began to stroke his penis and then began to suck hard on it.

            They made love over and over in tune to the beautiful erotic caressing of the violin.