1. The Doctor
He inserts the syringe into my jugular and draws blood, spurting into the cylindrical container. Securely seated on my chest, he then makes precise incisions around my eyelids and attempts to extract my eyeballs in one swift motion. I can see his round face, crooked teeth, and shiny black eyes, perched under bushy eyebrows. A tiny muscle flutters above his clenched jaw. His doctor's white robe flaps as he bestrides me and pins down my unthrashing arms.
There is only the stench of sweat and the muffled inhalations of tortured lungs. Mine. In my ears a drumbeat and a faraway shriek, like a seagull being butchered in mid-flight. My brain gives orders to phantom organs. I see them from the corners of my bloodshot eyes: my arms, my legs, like beached whales, bluish, gelatinous, and useless.
I scream.
I strike at him but he evades my thrust and recedes into the murky background. I won't give chase. The doors and windows are locked, alarm systems everywhere. He stands no chance. He turns to vapor and materializes next to me in bed, clad in his robe, eyes shut, a contented smile on his face.
This is my only chance.
I turn to my side, relieved that motility is restored. I grab his slender neck. I feel his pulse: it's fast and irregular. I squeeze. He grunts. And harder. He clasps my forearms and mewls. Something's not right. The doctor never whimpers. Every night, as he peels the skin off my face with delicacy and care, he makes no sound, except belabored breathing. When he extracts tooth after nail, castrates me time and again, injects detergents into my crumbling veins, he does so inaudibly and expertly.
I hesitate.
"Max!"
Her voice.
"Max! Wake up!"
I can't wake up as I am not asleep. The doctor's there, in our bed, a danger to us both. I must exterminate him finally.
"Max! You are having another nightmare! Please, you are hurting me!"
The doctor's head turns around full circle and at the back of his flattened skull there is the face of Sarah, my lover and my friend.
I recoil. I let go. My heart threatens to break through rib and skin, its thrumming in my ears, my brain, my eye sockets, my violated jugular.
I sleep.
2. Sarah
Her bags are packed, my scarlet fingerprints blemish the whiteness of her skin, she is crying. I reach for her but she retreats in horror, nostrils flared, eyes moist, a nervous tic above her clenched jaw.
"I am afraid of you." - She says, voice flat.
"I didn't mean to." - I feebly protest and she shrugs:
"Yesterday, I thought I'd die."
Her hand shoots to her neck involuntarily, caressing the sore bruises, where I attempted to strangle her at night.
"It's him, you know, the doctor."
She shudders.
"I saw him yesterday again; manicured, besuited, coiffed, as elegant as ever. He was injecting me with something that burned, it was not phenol, I would have died. It was something else."
"It's over." - Says Sarah, her eyes downcast, she sounds unconvinced.
"He's still alive." - I reason - "They haven't caught him, you know. They say he is in Argentina."
"Wherever he may be, there's nothing he can do to you."
She steps forward, palm extended towards my cheek, and then thinks better of it, picks up her tattered suitcase and leaves.
3. Again, the Doctor
A rigid plastic pipe, through the large vein in my leg, towards my ovaries. I am a woman. I am to be sterilized. The doctor crouches at the foot of my bed, inspecting with mounting interest my private parts. There is a greenish liquid in a giant plunger connected to an IV stand. He nods with satisfaction. He brandishes a glinting surgical knife and slices my abdomen. He takes out a squarish organ mired in gory slime, my womb, and inspects it thoroughly.
There's blood everywhere. I can see my intestines curled in the cavity, wrapped tight in an opaque and pulsating sheet. Two ribs are visible and underneath them, my oversized heart. My breathing sears.
I chose tonight to be a woman. I want him to be at ease, not on the alert. I want him to be immersed in rearranging my organs, tearing them apart, sowing them back reversed. I want him to forget himself in the sandbox that is my body.
He leans over me, to study whether my left breast is lactating.
It is not.
I reach for the hypodermic and detach it in one swift motion.
I stick it in his jugular.
I press the plunger.
The doctor gurgles.
He whimpers and mewls.
He watches me intently as his senses dull and his body grows limp.
There is blood everywhere. The doctor drowns in it, my blood and his, a forbidden mixture.
4. The Police
"Was he a medical doctor?"
"Not that I am aware of."
The burly policeman scrawled in his threadbare pad.
The psychiatrist shifted in her overstuffed armchair:
"Why are you asking?"
She was a scrawny, bleached blonde and wore high heels and a plate-sized pendant to work. The cop sighed and slid a crime scene photograph across the burrowed surface of the desk.
"It's tough viewing. I hope you didn't have breakfast." - He quipped.
She covered her mouth with a dainty, wrinkled hand as she absorbed the details.
"I can explain that." - She literally threw the photo back at her interlocutor.
He grimaced: "Go ahead, then."
"My patient is wearing the white doctor's robe because one of his alters was a Nazi camp doctor."
The policeman blinked:
"Beg your pardon?"
"My patient was a Polish Jew. He spent three years in various concentration camps, including Auschwitz."
"I heard of Auschwitz." - Said the policeman smugly.
"There, he and his young wife, Sarah, were subjected to medical experiments conducted by Nazi doctors in white robes."
"Medical experiments?"
"You don't want to know the details, believe me." - It was the psychiatrist's turn at one-upmanship.
But the officer was insistent.
"They sterilized his wife. At first, they injected some substance to her ovaries through a vein in her leg. Then they extracted her womb and what was left of her reproductive system. She was awake the entire time. They did not bother with antiseptics. She died of infection in excruciating pain."
The policeman coughed nervously.
"When my patient was liberated, at the beginning of 1945, he developed a host of mental health problems. One of them was Dissociative Identity Disorder, formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder."
The cop scribbled something and mumbled to himself.
"He had three alters. In other words, his original personality fractured to at least three parts: the original He, another part that assumed the identity of his dead wife, and a part that became the doctor that tortured them. In the last few years, every night, he enacted scenes from their incarceration. The doctor would come to him, an hour or so after he fell asleep, and conduct various procedures on his body."
"Jesus!" - Blurted the policeman and went visibly pale.
"This is called 'night terror'. The subject is asleep. You cannot wake him up. But he believes himself to be wide awake and experiences extremes of terror. Usually, he cannot even respond because he is momentarily paralyzed. We call it 'sleep paralysis'"
"But then, if he cannot move, how did he kill himself? It was clearly suicide. We found the syringe. Only his fingerprints are on it. We were able to trace down the pharmacy where he bought it. He injected himself with some kind of acidic home detergent."
"Yes, it was suicide." - Agreed the psychiatrist, shut her eyes, and rubbed her temples - "As he grew older, he also developed Rapid Eye Movement Behavioral Disorder. This meant that after he was paralyzed by the night terror, he was actually able to enact it at a later stage of his sleep. He played the doctor, he played himself resisting the doctor, he played his wife being mutilated by the doctor. He wielded knives, syringes, wounded himself numerous times. You can find all the hospital admission forms in his file. I gave him anti-depressants. We talked. Nothing helped. He was beyond help. Some patients are beyond help." - Her voice quivered.
5. Help
"I killed him, Sarah, he's dead."
"I am glad."
"He will no longer bother us. We can be together again. I won't be having the dreams. I won't be attacking you anymore."
"That's good, Max."
"I peeled his face back, as he did to me. I injected him with the green liquid as he did to you. Revenge is sweet. I know it now."
"I love you, Max."
"And I never stopped loving you, Sarah. Not for a single moment."
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Forbidden love, Definite Hate
"No!" I say out loud. My voice sounds hollow, pale, as I lie on this bed of sin and debauchery. The sound croaks in my throat, and exits my mouth in a feeble canter. You pull the trigger. Again. Again No sound for me, although I imagine the bangs of the gun; the crash of my corpse hitting the floor. You sit there. Cry. Why is it that you weep? You caused this. You kneel down, bed soaked with tears and blood, pray to the Lord. He can’t help you now. Sinner. Terrible sinner. Things were never going to be the same. You broke my heart, but it wasn’t enough. You broke my heart. You stupid, hateful, love of my life, bitch. You broke my heart and then you took my life.
I was already dead. I can see you still. Still crying. Do you regret? I cannot tell. My heart was broken into multiple shards, and you took them all to yourself. If you couldn’t, then neither could anyone else. My love was not yours to have, let you took it anyway. It was your fault that I fell in love. I hear the voice of angels, yet I want to stay here and observe the woman that I love so much. Still.
A glimmer of guilt in your eye? Compassion? I still cannot tell. But the look on your face as you look at my unmoving cadaver is haunting none the least. You stop the praying. Move over to me. You were one of this God’s mistakes, a crying, tragic waste of skin. You touch my face. It is cold to the warm touch of life emanating from your delicately painted fingertips. Sadly, a life that my flesh can no longer posses. Cold, oh so cold to the fires of your passionate hatred.
The drips of blood are covering the satin sheets, dripping ever so slowly over and soak your carpet floor, glimmering red in the frozen moonlight. The fluid seeps through, leaking from my head, chest and neck. Spurts stop from the coronary artery now. The blood is running out. Mixes with the tears from my sorrow filled eyes. I cry now too, you carry on with your weeping. Greif? I can only doubt. You could never belong to me, but you played with the fire. Played the God, the Lord. Played me like a puppet, like the fool I am. I was.
Emotions run deep through my broken vessels. Replaces the blood that has gone astray. A bitter understanding, a hatred, a similar passion to your own. But the love still shines brightest from my severed chest, illuminates all and everything. Most of me wishes no harm upon you, and some of me wants to get up and slice your neck with my pen knife. But you were quicker on the draw. Now I am dead. I hear the impending call of the netherworld, the beautiful and entrancing voice of God, the silent and suggestive whispers of Satan.
You finish the tears. Take your arms from around me on the bed. Your ever so beautiful body is even prettier covered in my life’s fluid, and your own grief. You stand up. Pick up the gun, sit on the edge of the bed, look at my bloodstained face. Your eyes close. I want to stop you, but I cannot. Blood in your blonde hair, the hair that I loved to touch. Tears on the face, the face that launched my heart towards yours. "Don’t do it" I whisper. You do not hear. Point it at your head. Your eyes are so tightly closed that your face begins to screw up. A quiver of an emotion, fear, passion, love appears on your lower lip, the upper one remaining stiff and strong. Whimper. Bang.
Deadness. This cold black. This cold blackness. Cannot see you, cannot hear you. Longing to see you, to kiss you, to hold you in my bloodied arms. Alone. Cry. Weep for the ages. God has punished. God punishes all who are the sinners. My Lord, my God, why hast thou forsaken me to the evils of mine woman? The blood still falls from my head, drips from the chest, spills from the neck. Will never stop in this hell. I am still on your bed, your lifeless body still over mine, covering it from the early morning sunlight that creeps through the cracks in the slightly stained curtains. Together. Forever, like you said. Like you promised. Two lover of disproportionate affection. Forever. Till the End.
I was already dead. I can see you still. Still crying. Do you regret? I cannot tell. My heart was broken into multiple shards, and you took them all to yourself. If you couldn’t, then neither could anyone else. My love was not yours to have, let you took it anyway. It was your fault that I fell in love. I hear the voice of angels, yet I want to stay here and observe the woman that I love so much. Still.
A glimmer of guilt in your eye? Compassion? I still cannot tell. But the look on your face as you look at my unmoving cadaver is haunting none the least. You stop the praying. Move over to me. You were one of this God’s mistakes, a crying, tragic waste of skin. You touch my face. It is cold to the warm touch of life emanating from your delicately painted fingertips. Sadly, a life that my flesh can no longer posses. Cold, oh so cold to the fires of your passionate hatred.
The drips of blood are covering the satin sheets, dripping ever so slowly over and soak your carpet floor, glimmering red in the frozen moonlight. The fluid seeps through, leaking from my head, chest and neck. Spurts stop from the coronary artery now. The blood is running out. Mixes with the tears from my sorrow filled eyes. I cry now too, you carry on with your weeping. Greif? I can only doubt. You could never belong to me, but you played with the fire. Played the God, the Lord. Played me like a puppet, like the fool I am. I was.
Emotions run deep through my broken vessels. Replaces the blood that has gone astray. A bitter understanding, a hatred, a similar passion to your own. But the love still shines brightest from my severed chest, illuminates all and everything. Most of me wishes no harm upon you, and some of me wants to get up and slice your neck with my pen knife. But you were quicker on the draw. Now I am dead. I hear the impending call of the netherworld, the beautiful and entrancing voice of God, the silent and suggestive whispers of Satan.
You finish the tears. Take your arms from around me on the bed. Your ever so beautiful body is even prettier covered in my life’s fluid, and your own grief. You stand up. Pick up the gun, sit on the edge of the bed, look at my bloodstained face. Your eyes close. I want to stop you, but I cannot. Blood in your blonde hair, the hair that I loved to touch. Tears on the face, the face that launched my heart towards yours. "Don’t do it" I whisper. You do not hear. Point it at your head. Your eyes are so tightly closed that your face begins to screw up. A quiver of an emotion, fear, passion, love appears on your lower lip, the upper one remaining stiff and strong. Whimper. Bang.
Deadness. This cold black. This cold blackness. Cannot see you, cannot hear you. Longing to see you, to kiss you, to hold you in my bloodied arms. Alone. Cry. Weep for the ages. God has punished. God punishes all who are the sinners. My Lord, my God, why hast thou forsaken me to the evils of mine woman? The blood still falls from my head, drips from the chest, spills from the neck. Will never stop in this hell. I am still on your bed, your lifeless body still over mine, covering it from the early morning sunlight that creeps through the cracks in the slightly stained curtains. Together. Forever, like you said. Like you promised. Two lover of disproportionate affection. Forever. Till the End.
The Raven In The Sun
Beyond this window……
What wonders await……
Neither prince nor beast….
But a foolish girl’s fate….
PRELUDE…
The young woman laid awake. Tormented with private wonder,
"Will he come again tonight?"
She pondered as she weaved her fingers into a lock of her hair,
"Why have I never seen him around before? This town is so small. Some still call
It a village. Everyone knows everyone here, but no one knows him…."
She was suddenly awakened from her deep thoughts by a rapping at her window.
She gasped, "My nocturnal visitor has returned." She crept over and peeled back the curtains. There in the shadows he stood, beckoning her to come as he has done for several nights. Only this night would be different…. This night she dared….
Carefully she opened the window. Her heart was pounding though her chest but she did not heed it’s warning. She leaped into his arms. His eyes stared down at her with dark seduction as he carried her away….. Away from the comforts of her nest…..
Away into the darkness…
CHAPTER 1
Lilly pretended not to notice her reflection in the mirror, as she watered her plants.
The tired lines and the crows feet. Aching reminders of her beauty slowly withering away. Soon she’ll be forty…. Then forty five…. Then fifty… Tiny grains of youth
Slipping though her fingers.
She had never met a man pleasing to her ,so she never married. Never had children. Never settled down in some big empty home, in a quiet neighborhood.
"Lilly O’ Lilly, the little old maid. How many cats will you spade?" Her reflection taunted her. "I’ve done very well for myself!" she shouted back. "I have this hair salon, and a beautiful condo on the upper part of town!"
"But your all alone…."
Lilly did not respond. Just continued watering her plants that hung around her salon. She looked at the clock. It was 6:15pm. Business had been slow today so
she pondered the notion of closing up early, and heading home to slip into a hot bath. Maybe even a glass of wine or two. "Perhaps I am lonely," she remarked," but at least I’m comfortable."
Indeed, her life had been one pleasant of solitude…. That is until… she walked in. Announced by the door chime, a beautiful but deadly comet had entered into Lilly’s atmosphere. The young woman stood poised in the door way. Her black hair glistening like a raven in the sun. "Are you open?," she asked. "Yes," Lilly nodded. "Please… have a seat and I’ll be right with you." Lilly collected her thoughts and began prepping her station.
As she reached for her apron she noticed the young woman’s reflection. Her bored, porcelain face was staring down at a magazine. Her head was slumped down to one side as long curly locks of hair flowed down to her breast.
"I’m ready for you now." Lilly called out to her. Only with her eyes did she look up. As if rudely interrupted. She stood up and relocated to the chair in front of Lilly and sunk in. "so…. What type of look are we going for today?" she asked.
Snapping her chewing gum she raised her magazine above her head so that Lilly cold see. It was opened to a glamour shot of some unknown model with European features and long black hair. Lilly nodded in approval and began working. "By the way, my name’s Lilly. What’s yours?" "Korsheed," she replied, snapping her gum. She seemed so childish for her age Lilly thought. And her posture? Not very lady like at all.
"Korseed? That’s a very beautiful name." Lilly said to her, in a motherly fashion. The young woman’s face softened as a faint smile escaped her with out notice. As Lilly smiled back at her through there reflection. She noticed some sort of medallion around her neck. As if korsheed read her thoughts she reached for it. "Do you like it?"
"what is it?"
"It’s a wolf….. I’ve had it ever since I could remember."
Lilly froze at the sight of the hideous thing she could feel her heart rise up into her thought. The image of that wolf snarling back at her triggered some lost, dark memory, that she dared not to disturb . "Do you like it?" she asked again. Lilly gave her a quick but nervous nod and continued with her hair.
The next mourning Lilly had opened up her shop early. The sun was just breaking the horizon and the air was fresh and still. She opened up the blinds to let some light in and began watering her plants. As she had made her way down to the last plant she heard the door chime. She turned to find Korsheed standing once again at her door way. "korsheed!" Lilly smiled, "how are you enjoying your new hair style?" "very much, Thank you" she replied smiling back.
As Lilly continued with her plants she asked, "So….. What are you up to today?"
"Nothing really." "Well," Lilly went on," Your welcome to hang out here if you like." Korsheed did not respond. Instead she walked over to a picture hanging on the wall. She stared intensely at it and asked, "Is that you?" "Yes," she answered walking over to ware she was standing. "That’s me when I was a little girl, the man holding me was my papa. I was only nine when he past."
"Where was this taken?"
"At my home, a village in Austria."
Korsheed continued to stare deep into the eyes of that little girl in the picture. It made Lilly feel a little uneasy. Her expression looked so fixated, yet vacant.
The sound of the door chimes broke the uneasy silence as two old ladies, bickering
At each other walked in. "oh, That’s my eight O’ clock appointment," Lilly whispered as she excused her self. The young woman lingered only for a moment then waved goodbye. Lilly smiled back.
CHAPTURE 2
With a wine glass placed on the ledge, Lilly slipped into her bath. A large candle flickered as shadows danced across the ceiling and walls. She took a long sip of wine and sank into her bath. Once relaxed her mind began to wonder. She thought about her. "What a strange young woman, she is," she said to herself. "Strange indeed…. Still, It’s nice to have someone to talk too. Never know, perhaps she will return again, and maybe we could become friends and maybe…….." Lilly stopped.
She didn’t know what she was about to say, but it was there, right on the tip of her tong
Lilly cleared her thoughts and stared aimlessly at the shadows dancing on the wall. Misshapen bodies like ink blots, come to life. She imagined them dancing in some tribal ritual. Singing and dancing wile drums played in the background.
Lilly’s face turned curious, then troubled as one of the shadows took on a familure shape. First, she saw what appeared to be ears patruding from it’s head. Then eyes! Wicked eyes, opening up as if awakened from a very long sleep. The shadow beast then appeared to snarlel. Displaying a large volume of ominously jagged teeth.
Consumed by fear, Lilly watched helplessly as her worst childhood nightmare manifested it’s self upon the wall. The image grew in size as if coming closer. As if it was aware of her. She covered her mouth to muffle the screams swelling with in her. But before they could surface the grizzly image dissolved back into an abstract shadow, flickering with the candle light.
CHAPTER 3
Yesterday this place was a hair salon. Today it felt like a boot camp. Women, old and young poured into the tiny shop like swarms of locus, devoulering the unharvested crops. Normally, this was Lilly’s time to shine, but lack of sleep made her feel tired and depleted. She worked feverishly, but felt overwhelmed. As if drowning in a sea full of strangers, she imagined her self trying to swim. Fighting to keep the other drowning victims from climbing on her back. Taking on too much water she then imagined herself throwing her arm out in a last ditch effort to be saved.
With her eyes swelled shut from tears and salt, she could feel a hand grab her.. As if from above the chaos. She struggled to see her savior, but her vision was too blurry. She did not know why she imagined this, but as her vision became clear she saw korsheed’s face. Strange emotions stirred deep with in. emotions that once threatened her, like demons of dark secrets now shined down upon her with the mercy and love of God.
She began to feel revived. Her laboring tasks became acts of passion. As the day wore on the crowed slowly receited. She was finally able to breath a sigh of relief when the last customer walked out the door. "Must sit down." she muttered to herself as she flopped down into the chair closest to her. Her eyes felt heavy. She tried to keep them open but felt it pointless. No sooner did she start to fall asleep the door chimed one final time. She awoke to find her standing in the door way.
Dressed in a mini skirt with long stockings, she gazed upon Lilly with sympathy.
"Ruff day?" she asked. Lilly smiled, "I was wondering if you would come by today." Korsheed walked casually over to where Lilly sat. She noticed a brush on the counter and picked it up and walked behind her. Barely awake Lilly could feel long gentle strokes through her hair. Of coarse she felt compelled to correct her brushing, but it felt so good just to be touched. So instead she just sat in silence.
Korsheed continued brushing for a spell but then did something unpredictable.
She set the brush down and quietly sat in Lilly’s lap. Lilly froze. She didn’t know how to react. She wanted to put her arm around her but she felt too scared. That it might cause korsheed to jump up and exclaim," YOU GOT THE WRONG IDEAH!"
"Better to do nothing," she thought,. "Yet, it seems so obvious."
Lilly opened her eyes and noticed her necklace missing. "where’s your necklace?", she asked. "I took it off." "You didn’t seem to like it."
"Its not that I don’t like it."
"Then what is it, then?"
Lilly chuckled at herself and said," It’s silly, wolves scare me." Korsheed looked at her curiously to which Lilly continued, " I told you it was silly. And it was a very long time ago."
Korsheed giggled," I gotta hear this. Tell me!" Lilly went to speak but hesitated.
As if figuring out where to begin…….
CHAPTER 4
Lilly let out a long sigh, then began to reveal to her something she has never told anyone……
" When I was still just a girl. Maybe a couple of years younger than you…. Something was lurking around the village I grew up in. Some kind of animal. At first people just dismissed it as a wild dog until a young woman went missing. It was assumed that she snuck out in the middle of the night to ronavew with some boy. But they never found her. It was as if she just…. POOF! Vanished. In the weeks to fallow other girls would go missing in the same fashion. In the middle of the night, windows wide open, with no sign of forced entry.
Well all around town people got frantic. Some of the elderly started claiming it was a boxenwolf. Unlike the werewolf the boxenwolf was no tortured soul, cursed by some gipsy mystic. Boxenwolves were pure evil. They were among the fallen angles. Prowling the shadows in the form of wolves. But to a young woman
They appeared as princes, gentlemen, and scoundrels. What ever it took to lure them out. What ever they wanted to see…. It was said that when ever a young woman went missing a raven was seen the next mourning on the window sill. As if looking for something….. Or someone?
My mother told me it was just a fable. A wise tale to keep girls from running off in the night with some boy. But then one night something awoke me. A noise…… Something lurking outside my window. I got up out of bed and walked over to the window." Lilly paused and saw Korseed hanging on to her every word. "Go on!" she said. "I pulled back the curtain and there it was! I jumped so fast I must have ripped the curtains from the window cause I remember seeing them fall to the floor!
I screamed so loud that it woke my mother up. She busted through my door but stopped dead in her tracks! I could hear her moan of terror at what she saw outside of the window. It’s black hair glisined in the moon light. All my mother could say was," Those eyes! Those horrible eyes!" Not the least bit startled the thing started sniffing around the window until it found a crack wide enough to catch our sent.
It took a long, deep wif before snapping it’s head back. It then tilted it’s head as if it was perplexed. Maybe I smelled some how different to it? Or maybe it wondered why I wasn’t fooled by it? Either way, it wasn’t happy. The wolf’s face grew hostile as it let out this terror able snarl. Drool dripped from it’s long teeth. My mother clutching me tight inched us towards the door.
It was about to lunge threw the window when something distracted it’s attention.
It’s ears pointed straight up as it turned to sniff something in the air. It’s frozen breath shot through it’s nostrils like smoke from an exhaust pipe. It seemed undecided on weather it wanted to go or not. Perhaps there was better prey out there? Or the mob with there torches and guns were getting too close? Or maybe the devil himself was calling him back to hell? I’ll never know.
It turned back at me and gave one more final snarl, as if it was saying I’ll return for you. Then it was gone….. Back into the forest….
The next morning we moved away from there. Never to return……"
CHAPTER 5
After long silence, Lilly looked at Korseed’s face to be sure she wasn’t terrified or worse, bored to death. Her expression told neither. Just content.
"Well…" Lilly said, " I guess it’s time to go. It’s getting dark." Korseed looked out the shop door for a moment and said, " my place is just on the other side of the park." "would you like me to drop you off?" Lilly asked. Korsheed hopped over to the door, "It’s a nice night. We could walk!" "Okay then, I’d like that." " And you’ll get to see were I live!"
"Let me grab my coat."
Once out side, Lilly turned to lock the door behind her. Korsheed stared up at the sky. "Oh, how I love beautiful nights like these!" she said.
Lilly turned back around,"Can you see your place from here?" "Not exactly. But it’s just over there, beyond the park." "I don’t know…. Are you sure you don’t want to drive!" " Oh, come on! It will be fun!" Korsheed said, tugging on her arm.
"Let’s run, we’ll get there faster!" So together they ran through the park. Lilly could not help but laugh as she could barely keep up, even with korsheed holding her by the hand.
Once half way, the darkness seemed to grow around them. The lights from the plazza behind them could still be seen, but there was nothing in front of them.
Farther and farther they ran into the darkness….. They ran until Lilly could only see Korsheed"s long, black hair in the moon light. Out of beath, Lilly called out to her,"Korsheed! Please stop, I have to catch my breath!" Korsheed stopped but did not turn around. Lilly hunched over, panting asked," are you sure it’s close? You said it wasn’t very far." "We’re already here." she replyed in a calm voice.
"Here? Were is here?!" Korsheed did not reply. Lilly senced something around them. Lilly could barly make out any shapes, as she looked around. But she could feel eyes all around her. "Korsheed, is there someone else here?" still, she did not answer. She looked around harder at the shapes. They were like shadows in darkness. She struggled to focus and soon realized they were surrounded by wolves.
Finally she had her answer. "Oh, God! No!" she bellowed. "you! It was you, all along!" "I told you I would return for you," Korsheed said in a calm sober voice.
"You tricked me! You got inside my head and tricked me!" "how do you mean?" Korsheed asked. Lilly’s voice turned violent," You’re one of those things!" just then one of the wolves snarled, startling Lilly. Korsheed turned to Lilly and spoke in low soft voice," All you see, are reflections of the beuty and terror from with in."
"We are only shadows….. Angles of mercy , demons who threaten to devour. It is you who deceids…" Korsheed held out her hand to Lilly wile the wolves circled in closer. Snarling and snapping at her.
Lilly trembled with fear. " What will happen to me!?" "It has already happened."
Lilly would not take her hand. Instead she fell to her knees. Tears ran down her face. She realized Korsheed’s image was only a memory of herself. The beautiful young girl she once was. Lilly could see Korsheed’s expression turn to sarrow.
She didn’t know why, but all Lilly could say was," I can’t…. I can’t!" The wolves closed in. Lilly screamed in agony as she felt there teeth sink into her fleash and begin to tare her to shreds. But it was the fear, the guilt, the shame and dispare That would devour her…..
CHAPTER 6
It was a brisk mourning when the two old women walked up to the salon wile bickering back and forth. The one woman reach out to open the door but it didn’t budge. "What’s the problem, Irene? Open the door!" " I can’t. It’s locked!" she replied, dumbfounded. "Nonsense, we have an appointment!" " I said it’s locked!"
"Move over!" the other lady bellowed, nudging her way in front of the door. She jiggled the handle but to no avail. Fureious she peered through the glass, and saw it was pitch dark. "The nerve of her! Proublely hung over,she is." "Oh, now Floe! You don’t know that!" "You know how those foreners are!"
A loud crowing interrupted there argument. They both looked up to find a large bird perched apon ledge of the shop sighn. "That’s a Blue jay!" Irene exclaimed.
"that’s not a Blue jay, Bird brain. That’s a raven!" "Well it sort of looks blue with the way the sun hits it." "Well, I don’t care how it looks, It doesn’t change what it is!"
"Well if it’s all the same to you, I prefer to see it as a Blue jay! Who want’s the memory of the bird of death etched into there brain.
"Oh, get off it, already. There’s a seniour discount at the diner on the next block, maybe I can’t some peace and quiet if your too busy stuffing your face!"
Back and forth they argued as they wauddled off together. The raven then flew away, souring off into the morning sun.
What wonders await……
Neither prince nor beast….
But a foolish girl’s fate….
PRELUDE…
The young woman laid awake. Tormented with private wonder,
"Will he come again tonight?"
She pondered as she weaved her fingers into a lock of her hair,
"Why have I never seen him around before? This town is so small. Some still call
It a village. Everyone knows everyone here, but no one knows him…."
She was suddenly awakened from her deep thoughts by a rapping at her window.
She gasped, "My nocturnal visitor has returned." She crept over and peeled back the curtains. There in the shadows he stood, beckoning her to come as he has done for several nights. Only this night would be different…. This night she dared….
Carefully she opened the window. Her heart was pounding though her chest but she did not heed it’s warning. She leaped into his arms. His eyes stared down at her with dark seduction as he carried her away….. Away from the comforts of her nest…..
Away into the darkness…
CHAPTER 1
Lilly pretended not to notice her reflection in the mirror, as she watered her plants.
The tired lines and the crows feet. Aching reminders of her beauty slowly withering away. Soon she’ll be forty…. Then forty five…. Then fifty… Tiny grains of youth
Slipping though her fingers.
She had never met a man pleasing to her ,so she never married. Never had children. Never settled down in some big empty home, in a quiet neighborhood.
"Lilly O’ Lilly, the little old maid. How many cats will you spade?" Her reflection taunted her. "I’ve done very well for myself!" she shouted back. "I have this hair salon, and a beautiful condo on the upper part of town!"
"But your all alone…."
Lilly did not respond. Just continued watering her plants that hung around her salon. She looked at the clock. It was 6:15pm. Business had been slow today so
she pondered the notion of closing up early, and heading home to slip into a hot bath. Maybe even a glass of wine or two. "Perhaps I am lonely," she remarked," but at least I’m comfortable."
Indeed, her life had been one pleasant of solitude…. That is until… she walked in. Announced by the door chime, a beautiful but deadly comet had entered into Lilly’s atmosphere. The young woman stood poised in the door way. Her black hair glistening like a raven in the sun. "Are you open?," she asked. "Yes," Lilly nodded. "Please… have a seat and I’ll be right with you." Lilly collected her thoughts and began prepping her station.
As she reached for her apron she noticed the young woman’s reflection. Her bored, porcelain face was staring down at a magazine. Her head was slumped down to one side as long curly locks of hair flowed down to her breast.
"I’m ready for you now." Lilly called out to her. Only with her eyes did she look up. As if rudely interrupted. She stood up and relocated to the chair in front of Lilly and sunk in. "so…. What type of look are we going for today?" she asked.
Snapping her chewing gum she raised her magazine above her head so that Lilly cold see. It was opened to a glamour shot of some unknown model with European features and long black hair. Lilly nodded in approval and began working. "By the way, my name’s Lilly. What’s yours?" "Korsheed," she replied, snapping her gum. She seemed so childish for her age Lilly thought. And her posture? Not very lady like at all.
"Korseed? That’s a very beautiful name." Lilly said to her, in a motherly fashion. The young woman’s face softened as a faint smile escaped her with out notice. As Lilly smiled back at her through there reflection. She noticed some sort of medallion around her neck. As if korsheed read her thoughts she reached for it. "Do you like it?"
"what is it?"
"It’s a wolf….. I’ve had it ever since I could remember."
Lilly froze at the sight of the hideous thing she could feel her heart rise up into her thought. The image of that wolf snarling back at her triggered some lost, dark memory, that she dared not to disturb . "Do you like it?" she asked again. Lilly gave her a quick but nervous nod and continued with her hair.
The next mourning Lilly had opened up her shop early. The sun was just breaking the horizon and the air was fresh and still. She opened up the blinds to let some light in and began watering her plants. As she had made her way down to the last plant she heard the door chime. She turned to find Korsheed standing once again at her door way. "korsheed!" Lilly smiled, "how are you enjoying your new hair style?" "very much, Thank you" she replied smiling back.
As Lilly continued with her plants she asked, "So….. What are you up to today?"
"Nothing really." "Well," Lilly went on," Your welcome to hang out here if you like." Korsheed did not respond. Instead she walked over to a picture hanging on the wall. She stared intensely at it and asked, "Is that you?" "Yes," she answered walking over to ware she was standing. "That’s me when I was a little girl, the man holding me was my papa. I was only nine when he past."
"Where was this taken?"
"At my home, a village in Austria."
Korsheed continued to stare deep into the eyes of that little girl in the picture. It made Lilly feel a little uneasy. Her expression looked so fixated, yet vacant.
The sound of the door chimes broke the uneasy silence as two old ladies, bickering
At each other walked in. "oh, That’s my eight O’ clock appointment," Lilly whispered as she excused her self. The young woman lingered only for a moment then waved goodbye. Lilly smiled back.
CHAPTURE 2
With a wine glass placed on the ledge, Lilly slipped into her bath. A large candle flickered as shadows danced across the ceiling and walls. She took a long sip of wine and sank into her bath. Once relaxed her mind began to wonder. She thought about her. "What a strange young woman, she is," she said to herself. "Strange indeed…. Still, It’s nice to have someone to talk too. Never know, perhaps she will return again, and maybe we could become friends and maybe…….." Lilly stopped.
She didn’t know what she was about to say, but it was there, right on the tip of her tong
Lilly cleared her thoughts and stared aimlessly at the shadows dancing on the wall. Misshapen bodies like ink blots, come to life. She imagined them dancing in some tribal ritual. Singing and dancing wile drums played in the background.
Lilly’s face turned curious, then troubled as one of the shadows took on a familure shape. First, she saw what appeared to be ears patruding from it’s head. Then eyes! Wicked eyes, opening up as if awakened from a very long sleep. The shadow beast then appeared to snarlel. Displaying a large volume of ominously jagged teeth.
Consumed by fear, Lilly watched helplessly as her worst childhood nightmare manifested it’s self upon the wall. The image grew in size as if coming closer. As if it was aware of her. She covered her mouth to muffle the screams swelling with in her. But before they could surface the grizzly image dissolved back into an abstract shadow, flickering with the candle light.
CHAPTER 3
Yesterday this place was a hair salon. Today it felt like a boot camp. Women, old and young poured into the tiny shop like swarms of locus, devoulering the unharvested crops. Normally, this was Lilly’s time to shine, but lack of sleep made her feel tired and depleted. She worked feverishly, but felt overwhelmed. As if drowning in a sea full of strangers, she imagined her self trying to swim. Fighting to keep the other drowning victims from climbing on her back. Taking on too much water she then imagined herself throwing her arm out in a last ditch effort to be saved.
With her eyes swelled shut from tears and salt, she could feel a hand grab her.. As if from above the chaos. She struggled to see her savior, but her vision was too blurry. She did not know why she imagined this, but as her vision became clear she saw korsheed’s face. Strange emotions stirred deep with in. emotions that once threatened her, like demons of dark secrets now shined down upon her with the mercy and love of God.
She began to feel revived. Her laboring tasks became acts of passion. As the day wore on the crowed slowly receited. She was finally able to breath a sigh of relief when the last customer walked out the door. "Must sit down." she muttered to herself as she flopped down into the chair closest to her. Her eyes felt heavy. She tried to keep them open but felt it pointless. No sooner did she start to fall asleep the door chimed one final time. She awoke to find her standing in the door way.
Dressed in a mini skirt with long stockings, she gazed upon Lilly with sympathy.
"Ruff day?" she asked. Lilly smiled, "I was wondering if you would come by today." Korsheed walked casually over to where Lilly sat. She noticed a brush on the counter and picked it up and walked behind her. Barely awake Lilly could feel long gentle strokes through her hair. Of coarse she felt compelled to correct her brushing, but it felt so good just to be touched. So instead she just sat in silence.
Korsheed continued brushing for a spell but then did something unpredictable.
She set the brush down and quietly sat in Lilly’s lap. Lilly froze. She didn’t know how to react. She wanted to put her arm around her but she felt too scared. That it might cause korsheed to jump up and exclaim," YOU GOT THE WRONG IDEAH!"
"Better to do nothing," she thought,. "Yet, it seems so obvious."
Lilly opened her eyes and noticed her necklace missing. "where’s your necklace?", she asked. "I took it off." "You didn’t seem to like it."
"Its not that I don’t like it."
"Then what is it, then?"
Lilly chuckled at herself and said," It’s silly, wolves scare me." Korsheed looked at her curiously to which Lilly continued, " I told you it was silly. And it was a very long time ago."
Korsheed giggled," I gotta hear this. Tell me!" Lilly went to speak but hesitated.
As if figuring out where to begin…….
CHAPTER 4
Lilly let out a long sigh, then began to reveal to her something she has never told anyone……
" When I was still just a girl. Maybe a couple of years younger than you…. Something was lurking around the village I grew up in. Some kind of animal. At first people just dismissed it as a wild dog until a young woman went missing. It was assumed that she snuck out in the middle of the night to ronavew with some boy. But they never found her. It was as if she just…. POOF! Vanished. In the weeks to fallow other girls would go missing in the same fashion. In the middle of the night, windows wide open, with no sign of forced entry.
Well all around town people got frantic. Some of the elderly started claiming it was a boxenwolf. Unlike the werewolf the boxenwolf was no tortured soul, cursed by some gipsy mystic. Boxenwolves were pure evil. They were among the fallen angles. Prowling the shadows in the form of wolves. But to a young woman
They appeared as princes, gentlemen, and scoundrels. What ever it took to lure them out. What ever they wanted to see…. It was said that when ever a young woman went missing a raven was seen the next mourning on the window sill. As if looking for something….. Or someone?
My mother told me it was just a fable. A wise tale to keep girls from running off in the night with some boy. But then one night something awoke me. A noise…… Something lurking outside my window. I got up out of bed and walked over to the window." Lilly paused and saw Korseed hanging on to her every word. "Go on!" she said. "I pulled back the curtain and there it was! I jumped so fast I must have ripped the curtains from the window cause I remember seeing them fall to the floor!
I screamed so loud that it woke my mother up. She busted through my door but stopped dead in her tracks! I could hear her moan of terror at what she saw outside of the window. It’s black hair glisined in the moon light. All my mother could say was," Those eyes! Those horrible eyes!" Not the least bit startled the thing started sniffing around the window until it found a crack wide enough to catch our sent.
It took a long, deep wif before snapping it’s head back. It then tilted it’s head as if it was perplexed. Maybe I smelled some how different to it? Or maybe it wondered why I wasn’t fooled by it? Either way, it wasn’t happy. The wolf’s face grew hostile as it let out this terror able snarl. Drool dripped from it’s long teeth. My mother clutching me tight inched us towards the door.
It was about to lunge threw the window when something distracted it’s attention.
It’s ears pointed straight up as it turned to sniff something in the air. It’s frozen breath shot through it’s nostrils like smoke from an exhaust pipe. It seemed undecided on weather it wanted to go or not. Perhaps there was better prey out there? Or the mob with there torches and guns were getting too close? Or maybe the devil himself was calling him back to hell? I’ll never know.
It turned back at me and gave one more final snarl, as if it was saying I’ll return for you. Then it was gone….. Back into the forest….
The next morning we moved away from there. Never to return……"
CHAPTER 5
After long silence, Lilly looked at Korseed’s face to be sure she wasn’t terrified or worse, bored to death. Her expression told neither. Just content.
"Well…" Lilly said, " I guess it’s time to go. It’s getting dark." Korseed looked out the shop door for a moment and said, " my place is just on the other side of the park." "would you like me to drop you off?" Lilly asked. Korsheed hopped over to the door, "It’s a nice night. We could walk!" "Okay then, I’d like that." " And you’ll get to see were I live!"
"Let me grab my coat."
Once out side, Lilly turned to lock the door behind her. Korsheed stared up at the sky. "Oh, how I love beautiful nights like these!" she said.
Lilly turned back around,"Can you see your place from here?" "Not exactly. But it’s just over there, beyond the park." "I don’t know…. Are you sure you don’t want to drive!" " Oh, come on! It will be fun!" Korsheed said, tugging on her arm.
"Let’s run, we’ll get there faster!" So together they ran through the park. Lilly could not help but laugh as she could barely keep up, even with korsheed holding her by the hand.
Once half way, the darkness seemed to grow around them. The lights from the plazza behind them could still be seen, but there was nothing in front of them.
Farther and farther they ran into the darkness….. They ran until Lilly could only see Korsheed"s long, black hair in the moon light. Out of beath, Lilly called out to her,"Korsheed! Please stop, I have to catch my breath!" Korsheed stopped but did not turn around. Lilly hunched over, panting asked," are you sure it’s close? You said it wasn’t very far." "We’re already here." she replyed in a calm voice.
"Here? Were is here?!" Korsheed did not reply. Lilly senced something around them. Lilly could barly make out any shapes, as she looked around. But she could feel eyes all around her. "Korsheed, is there someone else here?" still, she did not answer. She looked around harder at the shapes. They were like shadows in darkness. She struggled to focus and soon realized they were surrounded by wolves.
Finally she had her answer. "Oh, God! No!" she bellowed. "you! It was you, all along!" "I told you I would return for you," Korsheed said in a calm sober voice.
"You tricked me! You got inside my head and tricked me!" "how do you mean?" Korsheed asked. Lilly’s voice turned violent," You’re one of those things!" just then one of the wolves snarled, startling Lilly. Korsheed turned to Lilly and spoke in low soft voice," All you see, are reflections of the beuty and terror from with in."
"We are only shadows….. Angles of mercy , demons who threaten to devour. It is you who deceids…" Korsheed held out her hand to Lilly wile the wolves circled in closer. Snarling and snapping at her.
Lilly trembled with fear. " What will happen to me!?" "It has already happened."
Lilly would not take her hand. Instead she fell to her knees. Tears ran down her face. She realized Korsheed’s image was only a memory of herself. The beautiful young girl she once was. Lilly could see Korsheed’s expression turn to sarrow.
She didn’t know why, but all Lilly could say was," I can’t…. I can’t!" The wolves closed in. Lilly screamed in agony as she felt there teeth sink into her fleash and begin to tare her to shreds. But it was the fear, the guilt, the shame and dispare That would devour her…..
CHAPTER 6
It was a brisk mourning when the two old women walked up to the salon wile bickering back and forth. The one woman reach out to open the door but it didn’t budge. "What’s the problem, Irene? Open the door!" " I can’t. It’s locked!" she replied, dumbfounded. "Nonsense, we have an appointment!" " I said it’s locked!"
"Move over!" the other lady bellowed, nudging her way in front of the door. She jiggled the handle but to no avail. Fureious she peered through the glass, and saw it was pitch dark. "The nerve of her! Proublely hung over,she is." "Oh, now Floe! You don’t know that!" "You know how those foreners are!"
A loud crowing interrupted there argument. They both looked up to find a large bird perched apon ledge of the shop sighn. "That’s a Blue jay!" Irene exclaimed.
"that’s not a Blue jay, Bird brain. That’s a raven!" "Well it sort of looks blue with the way the sun hits it." "Well, I don’t care how it looks, It doesn’t change what it is!"
"Well if it’s all the same to you, I prefer to see it as a Blue jay! Who want’s the memory of the bird of death etched into there brain.
"Oh, get off it, already. There’s a seniour discount at the diner on the next block, maybe I can’t some peace and quiet if your too busy stuffing your face!"
Back and forth they argued as they wauddled off together. The raven then flew away, souring off into the morning sun.
Screams within the Shadow
This town lives in total darkness… Never dose the sun touch it’s mysterious surface. Nor dose the morning rays peak through the windows of the homes and shops. But the residents don’t mined. In fact, they prefer it that way….. For in darkness, there ominous secret is safe.
My discovery of this secret community was completely accidental. It was my aimless wondering that brought me here. I thought little of it at first, as I was checking into some rundown hotel that overlooked the park. It was very late, and I had grown weary of driving. The lobby walls were but cheap paneling and the service counter was laminated. I dropped my duffle bag and rang the counter bell.
And old man came to the counter. He was balding, short in stature and wore round framed glasses.
"No vacancy," he said. "Really," I replied. " The sign said vacancy."
"Nope," he shook his head. But I did not accept. " I’ve been driving all day. Surely you must have something?" The man leaned in and whispered, "you don’t want to stay here."
"Look!" I demanded, " I can barely keep my eyes open. Please just give a room for the night. I don’t care what condition it’s in." The old man sighed, " Suit your self." Then gabbed a key from the wall. "You can have room twenty one," he said handing them to me. "Thank you," I said," check out eleven?" The man didn’t answer. Just turned and walked away.
I had to jiggle the lock to get the key to work. But when the door finally opened I was pleased to see the room looked somewhat decent. A little drab maybe but clean, and a very large bed. I set my bag down and fell onto the bed. The blanket smelled musty, but did not care. And with in minutes, I was fast asleep.
I awoke from what I thought was a nightmare. There was terrible screaming coming from outside my second floor window. I sprung up to investigate. As I pulled back the curtain, I was perplexed, if not dismayed at the spectacles running amuck out on the streets. They were naked… Running wildly about, screaming in horror. Men, women, and even children just running around, pulling locks of hair out of there heads, and clawing at there skin.
Some fell to the ground, gyrating as if having seizures. Wile others lashed out against one another.
It looked as though an elderly woman was about to be torn limb from limb by some of the others when
Suddenly, a painfully load siren rang out and the mob quickly became subdued. Many lean against the walls, wile some sat on the curb, catching there breaths. Minutes after the siren had ended, a small squad of police men came around and escorted them home. No one said anything… Just walk away.
It was still dark out. I happened to look at the time and saw it was 10:30 in the morning. In disbelief I checked the time on my watch and saw the alarm was indeed correct. "But how can that be?" I wondered. I was not in Alaska, just some town outside of Pittsburgh. I walked down to the lobby and rang the counter. "Leaving so soon?" the man said as he approached.
"Why is it still dark out?" I demanded," And who where those people?" The man now shaking his head, replied," The sun never shines here. Oh no… Not since I was a boy have I seen the sunrise." "And those people?" "Just citizens… It seems once you’ve lived in darkness for a wile, you tend to start having these night terrors… Strange fits of terror and madness. The sirens are sounded to wake them up."
The man turned away to tend to his book keeping when I asked," And how did it get this way?" "We don’t talk about it," he replied, coldly. "Don’t talk about it! That’s insane!" The man turned as if to shush me. He looked around then spoke softly, "They call this place… The Devils Shadow… Years.. Decades ago. Some of our less upstanding residents where into things they shouldn’t of been.
They formed a cult. They called themselves… The Sons of Lilith . They ran about at night, performing strange rituals, trying to evoke ancient gods and spirits. The town thought them silly, that is until two small children went missing… The whole town searched for them, but when they didn’t turn up, speculation began to fly. They confronted the cult, and of course they denied the claim. An argument broke out and things spiraled out of control. The town turn into an angry mob and hung the accused right out there… in the park… Beneath the old oak tree. But before the last member was hung, he cursed this town to eternal darkness. "
The old man let out a long sigh, as he looked off in the distance. Then he continued," After the lynching no one seemed to remember exactly who these children where. Or who they belonged too, for that matter. It was if it was some strange rumor that just sprung up… spontaneously. No one ever talked about it after that. It became a town hush. One that the people would never want to get out, ever. And as predicted, the sun never rose here again."
I cleared my thought and said awkwardly, "That’s an incredible story, thank you but I must be going."
The man simply smiled and said," I would hurry… News of strangers travel fast around here." I quickly exited out the door. Once I made it to my car I realized my tires where flat. Upon closer examination I discovered that someone had slashed them. I stood up, bewildered before turning around to see that, some how the whole town’s people had snuck up behind me.
There must have been three… four hundred of them… Just standing there, motionless… silently looking at me with grim expressions. I calmly tried to walk through them but a man in blue coveralls stopped me. "We can’t let you leave," he said, ominously. "Look!" I pleaded with them, "What ever happened here is none of my business, and I would never say a thing." "It would be nice if we could believe that," A dreary woman said. "But we just can’t chance it," another old man added," What would the rest of the country think of us? Nope, best you stay right here… with us good, God fearing people of Devil’s Shadow… You’ll like it, once you get used to our humble living."
And so… here I am… I stay in this little, cramped hotel room, just looking out my window. Watching the random fits of night terrors, that frequently spring up here… That is of course… When I’m not having one.
My discovery of this secret community was completely accidental. It was my aimless wondering that brought me here. I thought little of it at first, as I was checking into some rundown hotel that overlooked the park. It was very late, and I had grown weary of driving. The lobby walls were but cheap paneling and the service counter was laminated. I dropped my duffle bag and rang the counter bell.
And old man came to the counter. He was balding, short in stature and wore round framed glasses.
"No vacancy," he said. "Really," I replied. " The sign said vacancy."
"Nope," he shook his head. But I did not accept. " I’ve been driving all day. Surely you must have something?" The man leaned in and whispered, "you don’t want to stay here."
"Look!" I demanded, " I can barely keep my eyes open. Please just give a room for the night. I don’t care what condition it’s in." The old man sighed, " Suit your self." Then gabbed a key from the wall. "You can have room twenty one," he said handing them to me. "Thank you," I said," check out eleven?" The man didn’t answer. Just turned and walked away.
I had to jiggle the lock to get the key to work. But when the door finally opened I was pleased to see the room looked somewhat decent. A little drab maybe but clean, and a very large bed. I set my bag down and fell onto the bed. The blanket smelled musty, but did not care. And with in minutes, I was fast asleep.
I awoke from what I thought was a nightmare. There was terrible screaming coming from outside my second floor window. I sprung up to investigate. As I pulled back the curtain, I was perplexed, if not dismayed at the spectacles running amuck out on the streets. They were naked… Running wildly about, screaming in horror. Men, women, and even children just running around, pulling locks of hair out of there heads, and clawing at there skin.
Some fell to the ground, gyrating as if having seizures. Wile others lashed out against one another.
It looked as though an elderly woman was about to be torn limb from limb by some of the others when
Suddenly, a painfully load siren rang out and the mob quickly became subdued. Many lean against the walls, wile some sat on the curb, catching there breaths. Minutes after the siren had ended, a small squad of police men came around and escorted them home. No one said anything… Just walk away.
It was still dark out. I happened to look at the time and saw it was 10:30 in the morning. In disbelief I checked the time on my watch and saw the alarm was indeed correct. "But how can that be?" I wondered. I was not in Alaska, just some town outside of Pittsburgh. I walked down to the lobby and rang the counter. "Leaving so soon?" the man said as he approached.
"Why is it still dark out?" I demanded," And who where those people?" The man now shaking his head, replied," The sun never shines here. Oh no… Not since I was a boy have I seen the sunrise." "And those people?" "Just citizens… It seems once you’ve lived in darkness for a wile, you tend to start having these night terrors… Strange fits of terror and madness. The sirens are sounded to wake them up."
The man turned away to tend to his book keeping when I asked," And how did it get this way?" "We don’t talk about it," he replied, coldly. "Don’t talk about it! That’s insane!" The man turned as if to shush me. He looked around then spoke softly, "They call this place… The Devils Shadow… Years.. Decades ago. Some of our less upstanding residents where into things they shouldn’t of been.
They formed a cult. They called themselves… The Sons of Lilith . They ran about at night, performing strange rituals, trying to evoke ancient gods and spirits. The town thought them silly, that is until two small children went missing… The whole town searched for them, but when they didn’t turn up, speculation began to fly. They confronted the cult, and of course they denied the claim. An argument broke out and things spiraled out of control. The town turn into an angry mob and hung the accused right out there… in the park… Beneath the old oak tree. But before the last member was hung, he cursed this town to eternal darkness. "
The old man let out a long sigh, as he looked off in the distance. Then he continued," After the lynching no one seemed to remember exactly who these children where. Or who they belonged too, for that matter. It was if it was some strange rumor that just sprung up… spontaneously. No one ever talked about it after that. It became a town hush. One that the people would never want to get out, ever. And as predicted, the sun never rose here again."
I cleared my thought and said awkwardly, "That’s an incredible story, thank you but I must be going."
The man simply smiled and said," I would hurry… News of strangers travel fast around here." I quickly exited out the door. Once I made it to my car I realized my tires where flat. Upon closer examination I discovered that someone had slashed them. I stood up, bewildered before turning around to see that, some how the whole town’s people had snuck up behind me.
There must have been three… four hundred of them… Just standing there, motionless… silently looking at me with grim expressions. I calmly tried to walk through them but a man in blue coveralls stopped me. "We can’t let you leave," he said, ominously. "Look!" I pleaded with them, "What ever happened here is none of my business, and I would never say a thing." "It would be nice if we could believe that," A dreary woman said. "But we just can’t chance it," another old man added," What would the rest of the country think of us? Nope, best you stay right here… with us good, God fearing people of Devil’s Shadow… You’ll like it, once you get used to our humble living."
And so… here I am… I stay in this little, cramped hotel room, just looking out my window. Watching the random fits of night terrors, that frequently spring up here… That is of course… When I’m not having one.
Scientific Journal of Hans Von Ludvig
The following journal entries were originally written in German and translated to English. The journals were found in an underground secret laboratory in Germany. The laboratory appeared to have been built around the time of World War II. The journals are Hans von Ludvig’s, who was one of the leading members of the secret experiments that the Nazis were doing during the 1940’s. Only some of the journals were found. Some of the more important details were removed to protect the dead and living.
April 22nd 1942
It appears that the experiment on dead humans and revivification of their corpses has come to a stand- still. The humans that were successfully brought back to life were mindless, killing machines that rambled on towards the nearest creature, and devoured its flesh. Fuhrer Hitler does not desire mindless killing machines with only animal instincts. The anticipated goal of these experiments with Chemical X is to make intelligent predators with a predisposition to killing. Hopefully the next experiment will be more successful.
May 30th 1942
The revivification process is once again at a stand -still, with lack of fresh corpses to experiment on, the research that Fuhrer Hitler requests is still being worked on. I have made slight advances in the solution, however. When injected with the solution, cadavers spring back to life, and grow long fangs and claw-like fingernails. They are still very much instinct-driven animals, with a thirst for flesh. The subjects must be strapped down to the gurneys when they are injected, less they attack someone. Just last week, Dr. Gustavo was attacked by a creature, and his throat was ripped open by the creature’s fangs. Dr. Gustavo’s body was buried above ground near the entrance of the laboratory, and a funeral is being held today. I am much too caught up in research to attend, for I am certain that the answer to this research is very near.
September 18, 1942
A secret combination of Chemical X and Chemical Z has been given to the corpses with very peculiar results. The subjects seemed to have gained a small bit of intelligence, and they are not acting feral. When they are observed, they seem to be able to move and communicate with each other fluently, but as unfortunate Dr. Frankfurt found out, when anyone else enters the room; they immediately turn to their feral nature and feast on the flesh, devouring everything in sight within minutes, like piranhas. Another peculiar thing is this; they seem to gain strength from drinking the blood of their victim. The only thing that remained of Dr. Frankfurt when the subjects were done with him was a pile of bones, with his eyes and tongue lying neatly on top of the pile. It was such a gruesome death for a man with great potential. Luckily, the room where the subjects are held is a gas chamber, which when activated, exterminates the subjects and then cremates the bodies for disposal. I have been observing that as they get stronger from the blood of their victim. The only thing that remained of Dr. Frankfurt when the subjects were done with him was a pile of bones, with his eyes and tongue lying neatly on top of the pile. It was such a gruesome death for a man with great potential. Luckily, the room where the subjects are held is a gas chamber, which when activated, exterminates the subjects and then cremates the bodies for disposal. I have been observing that as they get stronger from the blood of their victims, the gas seems to have less and less of an effect on them. This is very troubling, because we have no other means of extermination of the subjects.
February 1943
It seems as though I have discovered the correct amount of each chemical to inject into the cadavers to turn them into revivified corpses, which can communicate, and also think intelligently. It turns out that along with Chemical X and Chemical Z, adding blood into the solution gives them a great amount of humanity! Who would have thought? Now I will go and give Fuhrer Hitler the great news!
April?
The subjects I created looked to be civilized, but upon escape, they feasted on the entire laboratory staff, save me. I have barricaded myself in a supply closet with a few cases of food and supplies. I might be able to stay in here, but they can smell me. I can hear them outside the closet speaking in their own language, and smelling around for me. I have been in this supply closet for four days now. It is only a matter of time before I eat the last food ration. I have been looking around in the closet for a weapon, with no luck. The light switch to the supply closet is on the outside of the door, and I didn’t think to turn it on before I ran in here. I have found what appears to be a long beaker, and I have broken it to make a sort of stabbing or slicing implement.
No date
I suppose I should explain how these creatures, what I have come to know as vampires, escaped the experimentation area. When the gas started to fill the room, it had absolutely no effect on them. The cremation immediately started, searing the flesh from their bodies and leaving them in burning piles on the floor. When the cleaning crew entered the room to dispose of the bodies, they somehow sprang to life and sank their fangs into the crewmember’s throats, ripping the jugular veins and spilling blood everywhere. I witnessed all of this, and was in too much shock to shut the experimentation door, and they bolted from that room quicker than I could even see and they were already into the other areas of the laboratory leaving a trail of blood, eyes and tongues behind them. They were quite fond of the human heart, taking time to lick all of the blood off the heart before slowly pulling it apart into small pieces, and devouring it. It was almost as if it were a delicacy to them.
No date
They know I am in here, and they are sitting right outside the door, waiting for me to come out. I can hear their language, and laughter. They must be laughing at me, trying to stay in this storage closet. I ran out of food three days ago, and I just drank the last of my water supply, so I decided either I try to make a run for daylight, or I can starve to death like a coward in a supply closet. Fuhrer Hitler would not be proud if I did that, right? Well, in hopes that someone will find these journals, I have hidden them in a stainless steel tray. Auf wiedersehen.
This was the last entry in the journal. No one knows what happened to Dr. von Ludvig, and the German government denies his existence. Did Nazi Germany develop some sort of vampire-like creature to try and make a super-army? We may never know the truth, but hopefully this may shed some light on the subject.
April 22nd 1942
It appears that the experiment on dead humans and revivification of their corpses has come to a stand- still. The humans that were successfully brought back to life were mindless, killing machines that rambled on towards the nearest creature, and devoured its flesh. Fuhrer Hitler does not desire mindless killing machines with only animal instincts. The anticipated goal of these experiments with Chemical X is to make intelligent predators with a predisposition to killing. Hopefully the next experiment will be more successful.
May 30th 1942
The revivification process is once again at a stand -still, with lack of fresh corpses to experiment on, the research that Fuhrer Hitler requests is still being worked on. I have made slight advances in the solution, however. When injected with the solution, cadavers spring back to life, and grow long fangs and claw-like fingernails. They are still very much instinct-driven animals, with a thirst for flesh. The subjects must be strapped down to the gurneys when they are injected, less they attack someone. Just last week, Dr. Gustavo was attacked by a creature, and his throat was ripped open by the creature’s fangs. Dr. Gustavo’s body was buried above ground near the entrance of the laboratory, and a funeral is being held today. I am much too caught up in research to attend, for I am certain that the answer to this research is very near.
September 18, 1942
A secret combination of Chemical X and Chemical Z has been given to the corpses with very peculiar results. The subjects seemed to have gained a small bit of intelligence, and they are not acting feral. When they are observed, they seem to be able to move and communicate with each other fluently, but as unfortunate Dr. Frankfurt found out, when anyone else enters the room; they immediately turn to their feral nature and feast on the flesh, devouring everything in sight within minutes, like piranhas. Another peculiar thing is this; they seem to gain strength from drinking the blood of their victim. The only thing that remained of Dr. Frankfurt when the subjects were done with him was a pile of bones, with his eyes and tongue lying neatly on top of the pile. It was such a gruesome death for a man with great potential. Luckily, the room where the subjects are held is a gas chamber, which when activated, exterminates the subjects and then cremates the bodies for disposal. I have been observing that as they get stronger from the blood of their victim. The only thing that remained of Dr. Frankfurt when the subjects were done with him was a pile of bones, with his eyes and tongue lying neatly on top of the pile. It was such a gruesome death for a man with great potential. Luckily, the room where the subjects are held is a gas chamber, which when activated, exterminates the subjects and then cremates the bodies for disposal. I have been observing that as they get stronger from the blood of their victims, the gas seems to have less and less of an effect on them. This is very troubling, because we have no other means of extermination of the subjects.
February 1943
It seems as though I have discovered the correct amount of each chemical to inject into the cadavers to turn them into revivified corpses, which can communicate, and also think intelligently. It turns out that along with Chemical X and Chemical Z, adding blood into the solution gives them a great amount of humanity! Who would have thought? Now I will go and give Fuhrer Hitler the great news!
April?
The subjects I created looked to be civilized, but upon escape, they feasted on the entire laboratory staff, save me. I have barricaded myself in a supply closet with a few cases of food and supplies. I might be able to stay in here, but they can smell me. I can hear them outside the closet speaking in their own language, and smelling around for me. I have been in this supply closet for four days now. It is only a matter of time before I eat the last food ration. I have been looking around in the closet for a weapon, with no luck. The light switch to the supply closet is on the outside of the door, and I didn’t think to turn it on before I ran in here. I have found what appears to be a long beaker, and I have broken it to make a sort of stabbing or slicing implement.
No date
I suppose I should explain how these creatures, what I have come to know as vampires, escaped the experimentation area. When the gas started to fill the room, it had absolutely no effect on them. The cremation immediately started, searing the flesh from their bodies and leaving them in burning piles on the floor. When the cleaning crew entered the room to dispose of the bodies, they somehow sprang to life and sank their fangs into the crewmember’s throats, ripping the jugular veins and spilling blood everywhere. I witnessed all of this, and was in too much shock to shut the experimentation door, and they bolted from that room quicker than I could even see and they were already into the other areas of the laboratory leaving a trail of blood, eyes and tongues behind them. They were quite fond of the human heart, taking time to lick all of the blood off the heart before slowly pulling it apart into small pieces, and devouring it. It was almost as if it were a delicacy to them.
No date
They know I am in here, and they are sitting right outside the door, waiting for me to come out. I can hear their language, and laughter. They must be laughing at me, trying to stay in this storage closet. I ran out of food three days ago, and I just drank the last of my water supply, so I decided either I try to make a run for daylight, or I can starve to death like a coward in a supply closet. Fuhrer Hitler would not be proud if I did that, right? Well, in hopes that someone will find these journals, I have hidden them in a stainless steel tray. Auf wiedersehen.
This was the last entry in the journal. No one knows what happened to Dr. von Ludvig, and the German government denies his existence. Did Nazi Germany develop some sort of vampire-like creature to try and make a super-army? We may never know the truth, but hopefully this may shed some light on the subject.
DEADLY VIRUS PART 4
I was sitting on my bed looking at the ceiling when my cell phone rang. At first, I thought I was hallucinating but realizing it was really ringing, I jumped off the bed and ran to get it off my desk. I picked up, "Hello. Dr Sarah here." It was mine and Amra's big boss, the Prime Miister. Prime Minister Najib's voice was clear, too clear I thought. It rang in my head. "Dr. Sarah this is Prime Minister Najib. Do you have any readings on the cure yet?"
I was stunned that he was calling directly to my phone. I cleared my voice a little and said, "Mr. PM, yes hello sir. I am sorry to report at this moment there is nothing new. Dr.Amran and myself have been working in depth with the disease but nothing has been found. If you wouldn't mind me asking. Is there any way that I may speak to you in more private of a place? Now is not such a good time." Truth be told, if I could get the PM to help me, and listen to me, then all might be worth killing these zombies. I might feel like I'm actually fighting a war worth fighting. He sighed, "Yes Dr. Sarah. Shall I fly in to your building and meet you there later this evening?"
I gulped, "No sir, it's too dangerous here in the city. If you would, have an helicopter to pick me up on the top of the building later this evening. I would never try to endanger your life sir." He came back on shortly, "I know Dr.Sarah and thank you for serving your country so well. Tell me, will Dr. Amran be joining us as well?" I hesitated, "Uh no sir, I think he has been feeling a bit under the weather as of late. I'd like to keep this between us sir."
PM Najib agreed to and let me go. I stood there gazing out the window hoping and praying my plans would go as I was playing them out in my mind. I told Dr.Amran I wouldn't be joining him for dinner and excused myself up to my room. When dusk touched the skies, I ran up to the roof. A black helicopter was waiting with the thing surrounded by men in black suits. I smirked and ran to board it. After I was aboard it, a man turned to me, "Hello I am Jeffry. I am the pm's guard for this evening. Just remember, no weapons and you will be fine. You have any questions?"
I shook my head no. I had no questions only a mind full to tell the PM. Once the PM was in my reach I would tell him everything. But you know that saying, nothing goes as it is planned? Well it didn't once I got to the Putrajaya. The helicopter landed on the Putrajaya lawn and I was stunned to hear the PM had just left to go into an important meeting. I sat in the dinning room with my plat when the first lady Datin Seri Rosnah came in.
She smiled kindly and shook my hand. "I'm terribly sorry my husband was not able to meet you. He got called on an important mission. He said there was something you wished to talk about. Is there something I can do, Dr. Sarah?" I gulped, "Yes there is if you do not mind me saying. I have been on an important mission myself down in Shah Alam for the past five weeks. I have important information on who started the whole epidemic." I could feel eyes on me and realized the guards were right there near us.
I lowered my voice a bit, "Well what I have to tell you is, that Dr.Amran is in on this epidemic. I do not have the proof quiet yet, but I can assure you, I soon will." I saw her eyes widen and she turned to look at the guards and motion for them to leave the room. She whispered, "I have been researching this epidemic since you and the doctor have left. I know what you speak of. I saw something...written in his eyes the day he was here talking to my husband."
When I turned to look and make sure no one was hearing our conversation I said, "It was all for publicity, Datin seri." She laughed, "Please call me Rosnah." I nodded and continued, "Well I saw his journal and I have read nearly all the pages. He killed my sister and this epidemic is so that the PM would send he and I alone down to Shah Alam. He calls it his miracle epidemic. For this, he knows the cure but I cannot grasp it just yet."
She leaned over and whispered lightly, "Watch your back and I will tell my husband what you have said. Get details of everything you can. Some people in this world cannot be trusted and it is bad when one of our own setting out to destroy and tamper with his own people." I thought to myself, a Malaysian that is a terrorist. Boy this is gotta be a dream. Only things like this happen in dreams. I knew then that she was serious. She would report everything back to the PM.
When I left the Whitehouse, I felt reassured that I wasn't the only one that believed that Dr.Amran's intentions were to destroy the Malaysia. All I had to do now was bide my time and find out all the information on it I could. I breathed in the night air and called home only to hear the familiar voice of my own on the answering machine. I smiled to myself. What I wouldn't give for all this to be over and to find myself breathing in the familiar scent of a warm balmy evening on my back porch.
When the helicopter landed I didn't stay on the roof long till I joined the familiar quietness of the hallway inside the building. I could hear a groan come from inside the air supply room and went to look. There digging through a box was a zombie. I acted quick. I lunged forward and tackled the zombie to the floor. I knew if I screamed Dr.Amran would come running in. I didn't want that. I grabbed a rope from the top of a shelf near the turned over box. I quickly tied it's hands behind it's back. Then I yelled for Dr.Amran.
As I predicted, he came running in. He looked at me and turned my face up to meet his, "Are you alright, m'dearest?" I smirked looking in his eyes, "Never better actually. Could you help me with this?"
I pushed the zombie towards him and came to my feet. We took the writhing zombie downstairs. She twisted and screeched as we laid her on the metal table in the lab. Dr.Amran looked at me and said, "Toss me a scalpel please." I literally tossed it to him and he laughed nervously, "You could be a sushi chef with your talent, dear."
I shrugged with a smile and worked on the new batch of the serum. "All in a day's work..." I muttered and continued to help him.
DEADLY VIRUS PART 3
I stood outside the building, the zombie woman coming after me. For a dead corpse, these things had superhuman abilities. They could knock you a winding and they would eat your flesh within minutes. Not to mention they would release the toxic combination into your blood to turn you into something horrible. I took the gun from underneath my shirt and shot her through the head. To destroy the zombie you always had to aim for the brain. It was their most vulnerable spot and would kill their nervous system within minutes. When I blasted her, brains splattered all over my clean clothes. I grunted and wandered over to the hose near a car garage. I sprayed my boots down and wiped my hands off.
I walked back to our building and went inside. As soon as I entered I felt the cool air from the vent above me, hit me like a fresh wave of water. It gave me chills. I was soon walking up the stairs to the shower room. I stripped down quickly into my bra and panties and turned the shower on. The water went over my body washing the dried blood and filth from it. I heard a voice behind me, "You should have hollered out that you were in here. I wouldn't have walked in." I looked up and saw Dr. Amran standing there his hands in his pockets. Gross, I thought deep down.
I didn't know how to take this. My heart was beating madly against the walls of my chest. Adrenaline caught me off guard. I looked at him and laughed nervously, "Um well, I am currently trying to take a shower. I blew up a couple zombies and had brains all over me. Is there something you need?" I could have been angry but I didn't get angry. I just looked at him and chose the latter. He came towards me and looked into my eyes, "You do not need to apologize for taking a shower. Is there something you want to eat tonight? I figured I could fix dinner for us."
I thought about it and shook my head, "No not really I don't think I want anything special. I think I'll just opt for a sandwich and go to bed. I've been rather busy today gathering certain artifacts for testing. I think I should relish the fact that I am going to need rest for tomorrow. So without further a due, goodnight doctor." I turned off the shower and took my dirty clothes with me back to my room. I closed the door and sighed rather frustrated that he would not quit asking me to dinner and to do things with him. Then I thought duh! He would ask me because he was my partner when working.
I traded clothes and then heard the doctor walk pass my door to the downstairs area. I hurried down the hall to his room and caught sight of the journal. He would be downstairs awhile, watching the nightly news, reading the newspaper, and eating dinner. I read the next entry:
October 8th, 2010
I killed her...accidentally of course. I injected her too much with serum I think. What if someone were to find out? What would my family say? What would my sadistic wife say? They would all drown me in the foolish system of justice of courts. I don't want that. I have not asked for any of this to happen. My wife would kill me herself. The affair was never meant to happen. She was just there and it happened. I never meant for Anisa to come into my office that day and entice me to do things to her. What am I to do?
I am supposed to be at the visitation tonight to send my condolences to the family. She has only one surviving sister that I know of. Her name is Sarah Abdullah. She's more beautiful than her sister and works as a Forensic scientist. If I could get to know this woman better, she may be my ticket to divorcing my wife. If I could get her into my arms and into my pocket book, just think we'd be more than unstoppable.
October 10th
I skipped a day. I was rather busy yesterday hanging out with Dr. Sarah. She and I did an autopsy on her sister. She said nothing even though her eyes met mine when she found out the serum had killed her. I told her one of my nurses watched her inject the serum into her arm, but I did it. She doesn't know that. She is going to question the nurse but the nurse mysteriously came up dead in her apartment earlier this morning. I killed her too. Now I am working on a concoction to kill my wife. Once she is dead, Dr Sarah and I will be able to fulfill our true destiny. To be together, and find the mystery to curing an unstoppable disease.
A disease that will be of course, created by me. By the time the world figures that out, Dr Sarah and myself will be lounging away in Bali. I am on the roll here. I cannot wait till things are the way they are supposed to be. When Sarah see's things the way I see them we shall be unstoppable.
October 12th
At the funeral I saw Sarah again. My wife is dead now and they think it had to do with foul play but they aren't sure. They haven't found anything that would suggest such and they won't.Sarah let me comfort her during the funeral.I feel for her and my heart is of course with her. I wish that I could just hold her all night and make love with her. I would go as far as to say, I want this woman to have my heir.
I have the virus created and now its ready to be unleashed across the world, starting in Shah Alam. What better place to get Sarah and I stuck in that part of the world.
So he planned all this. I was angered and I wanted to hurt the man so badly right now. I threw the leather bound book back onto his bed and left the room. I went down stairs and sat down on the bottom step. When he came up to me I looked at him and sighed, "Hello doctor, have you enjoyed your evening? Tell me, Amran, what would you do to get what you wanted?"
He shook his head and laughed, "I don't know what you are talking about, Sarah, I'm sorry. Have you enjoyed your evening m'dear?" His browish eyes sparkled with the deviousness I knew he was capable of. I smiled and nodded walking up to him, "I have had a very...lonely evening..."
I hadn't been lonely and I knew that but he didn't. I continued to stare at him for the longest and then pushed him roughly against the wall. I kissed his neck and then then whispered against his ear, "You are so very cunning doctor. I love it and admire it I really do. But the next time you think to fall in love with someone, you better just remember, I wouldn't trust them too deeply."
I let him go and walked off. My mind was set in violent mode and I needed to kill a zombie or two.
DEADLY VIRUS PART 2
Would you ever fall in love with a killer? Was that even possible? I wondered that as I starred at Amran's back.Amran looked into my eyes and smiled partially, "Do you want me to go into the grocery store and see if I can find us a feast for this evening?" I shrugged. "I personally don't care. I am happy with my freeze dried food." I was rather bluntly cheerful for a zombie fighter.
He seemed rather peeved, "Well I am going to scrounge the food mart down the street. I'll be back...whenever I guess." Frustrated he walked off and I knew this was my cue to head upstairs. It was time to do some scrounging of my own. Preferably in the doctor's things. I went up the stairs to the rooms and went into his forcing the lock with a hair pin. When I opened the door, I smelled the smell of decaying body in the room. I looked around for paperwork, or his journal. I knew he had kept one. I had seen him writing in it the day before.
I spotted the leather bound volume on the table beside his bed. I smirked as I opened it. I skimmed over the pages until I came to the entry a week before my sister's death. I was shocked at what was written on the page:
October 7th, 2010
I think she's onto me. She know's too much and has threatened my job too many times now. She has to pay. But how? Am I, as a doctor, capable of purposely taking a human life? I have never pupposely taken a human life before and it is killing me to know that I must now resort into doing that. Her name is Anisa Abdullah. I lust for her but I cannot touch her without getting the dreadful disease she has. She carries the HIV Virus and it is deadly to those who catch it. I have no desire to end my own life right now. I am on the very verge of finding the cure that would make me famous beyond recognition. My wife says that she cannot wait until I find the cure. She just wants my money so she can spend it on those idiotic look dress,jewelry from branded outlet.
Too many times have I wished for her death by accident. It could happen if I really wanted it to. I don't love her like I should, or could. She has become a nuisance in my existence. I want her to die the most hurried way possible. If people knew the evil that lurked within the depths of my mind, I would be tortured into today's justice system
But onto Anisah Abdullah. I hate the little snit. She should have kept those beautiful lips of hers closed when she had the chance to. This is what happened and maybe God will forgive me. I went into the room and saw her lying on the bed in a state of disarray. She wasn't moving and her hair lay on the white pillow like a hallow around her head.
I looked at her and saw the breath in her chest moving it slowly up and down. The movement was regular. I stood there watching her for the longest before pleasuring myself. I then took one of the tongue depressors and stuck it inside her. It was the best experience I ever had in all my years....
I stood up and gagged almost. He had raped my sister with a doctor tool. How sadistic could a doctor get?! He was meant to love his patients and take care of them, not have some sort of sick lustful fantasies with them while they were under medicine. I wanted to cry. I wanted to weep so hard and then rip the doctors head off. I got up and wiped the tears from my cheeks. I went over to the table and laid the journal down. Two hours had passed and surely the doctor would be returning any moment.
I would finish the entry later. So it was true, he had killed my sister. As I came down the stairs he came in wiping what appeared to be juice from his mouth, "Oh my dearest I didn't know you were up. The hour is late. Perhaps you would like to go to bed I would have thought. Are you alright? You look quiet pale."
I gulped and sighed, "Forgive me please. I have been working out, doing some exercises of my own." He moved towards me and took my hand into his. His own was rather clammy and I hated the contact almost immediately. These were the hands that had killed my sister. I jerked them away as if I had been burned. He smirked at me, "You should go lye down, Sarah. You look as though you have seen a ghost." I was almost appalled by what he had done to her. To imagine the things he had done to her. I wanted to choke the life from him. No one would ever find out. We were the only two alive in this entire building.
It was tempting but it was myself who was battling for her soul. I had to save it and I wouldn't have his death on my conscience. Not by my own hands anyways. I nodded, "Uh yeah I think I should go and lay down for awhile. I shall see you later, doctor."
I literally ran upstairs and found myself locking the door and bolting it. I didn't want to wake up to him standing over me ready to do the same. I found myself starring at the walking corpses outside my window. They were numbering now in the thousands. Students, and people of all walks of life were out there....watching and waiting for human flesh. How could I still find myself here in the morning? How was I to survive my time in Shah Alam?
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