posted on Feb, 9 2012 @ 10:55 AM
This is a short story I wrote a couple years ago now. I haven't really worked on anything else since as I don't find the time to really write
anymore. This is not a contest entry or anything, just a short story to present.
Four years ago now, before I was in a home and before I awoke every night with chills wracking my entire body and nurses rushing into my room to
sedate me and stop the images from that night ravaging my mind, I was on my own and a very rich secluded man. Back in my days of youth, I owned one of
the largest bank chains in the entire city. I bought and sold so many men that Donald Trump himself would've cried at the very might of my wealth and
success. I bought and sold so many people that I could've very well owned the entire city of New York and they basically ate out of the palm of my
hand. With money, sleeping with a few mens' wives, blackmailing a few men to the brink of suicide? Nothing matters when you have the money to do the
job, and there's no remorse when there's more wealth to be added to your collection.
Nowadays I need to write in this journal just to stay sane because what happened that night, is unexplainable and gives me vibrant nightmares to this
very day. That night was just... WRONG as it played out, but some things cannot be stopped and some things happen without a wish or a damn.. Not a
mother #ing damn... I at this moment before another spell of chills takes me, will take you back to that night and the terrifying events as I try to
hold onto my very sanity.
Back to that night, I remember it was very dark and breezy, a dead quiet night. Some people think the cliche "dark and stormy night" is unnerving,
but a dead quiet breezy, muggy summer's night is much worse. Such a night where the moon is full and it feels like the dead themselves could rise
from the grave to stalk the land once again. A night so silent that the breeze blowing branches against the window sounds as the scream of a banshee
would, or fingernails scratching at your window.. Fighting to get inside to take you in the night and drag you off deep into the forest, never to see
daylight again.. This was one of those nights as I sat upstairs in my study.
Me being extremely wealthy, I had a huge manor secluded from the rest of the city out in a wooded stretch. Nobody bothered me and if they did
trespass, they would set off the many security devices around my property.. Only this "guest" did not. For some reason the sensors did not go off
when he made his way up to my doorstep, and then and there I should've known something was wrong.. Something was VERY goddamn wrong with this.. I
didn't know then.. I curse myself every day for not knowing... Oh God why did I let him into my home??!! ... The more I think back now, what I can
remember of that night, there would've been no stopping him anyway. He seemed to have an appointment with me.
As I wrote notes at my desk in my study, I glanced at the clock.. 11:54.. Almost time to pace off into my bed and dream up ways to invest my
fortune.. To think about my legacy.. I told myself I'd jot down a few more things, and then make my way to my room. Just as I bent down to begin
working once more, all of a sudden, I heard a rapid knocking on my door downstairs.. Nobody should be visiting at this hour.. Not that I had visitors
anyway, I have no family as I stayed to myself most of my days.. No room for wealth AND family.. I decided I would ignore the knocking for now and the
person would leave soon enough, why wouldn't they? As I sat glancing back down at my work, the knocking only got louder.. Louder and sharper as the
noise pierced and cut through the still muggy air of the night.
The sounds of the pounding echoing through my manor finally made their way into me long enough that I HAD to stop the knocking, I HAD to answer the
door.. Why in the name of God did I ever let him in?... Why?.....
I grabbed my cane and made my way carefully down the stairs and to the front entrace, where I peered out of the peephole.. There was a man outside, a
tall man.. He must've been over six feet tall.. He was wearing a worn black suit that had huge brass buttons going up it until the collar, where he
had a tie on black as pitch. The man's hair was slicked neatly back and his shoes were shined neatly that I could even see the shine in the dark. As
I continued peering through the hole, the man perked up as if he noticed me there on the other side of the door. He peered at me through the peephole
and began speaking in a deep slightly gravely voice.
"Excuse me... I was driving along the main road down the hill.. My car broke down and I would really enjoy using your phone.. I saw the lights from
your manor through the woods and made my way up here.. I hope you don't mind..", said the man almost nervously as he seemed to be staring straight
into my eyes deep into my body causing me to shiver nervously.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want any... Please go down the street and find someone else to help you!", I spat as I began walking away from the door
of my home. Oh how I wish now that I changed my ways...
"I'm sorry, but it's very dark... I could really use YOUR help..", uttered the man as I heard his voice seem to leap sharply through the door,
not muffled at all.. As if he wasn't a physical being.. This made me want to rush back to my study and lock the door.. But of course I didn't.. Why
was I so blind?...
I turned back to the door, undid the deadbolt, and slowly opened it for the man. He smiled as he glanced in at me, and I opened the door the rest of
the way, letting him into my home.
"I assume you need to use my phone..", I began, but he didn't seem to be hearing anything I was saying.
"This is a very nice home.. Very nice.. You must have done quite a lot to become this wealthy.. Stepped on quite a few people? Bought some souls as
we might say..", said the man as he glanced at my paintings on the walls and the many collectibles I had obtained over the years.
"Yes, so about that phone ca-", I began again, but he cut me off as he whirled around so he could face me.
"Yeeessss... Done so many dirty things in your days.. So many abominations.. Like that time you raped your sister Esmeralda for instance..", said
the man as his eyes seemed to burn and rage.
"-... How did you know about that?....", I said shocked and stricken with utter terror.
"Yeeeeessss... You were such a naughty boy... Back at that age... When you tied her down in front of your friends... When you stuck it in her for the
first time and made her bleeeeeed. When you'd finished you made her swear never to tell anyone, she eventually went to the asylum from the
trauma!!", said the man as he began to giggle in manic laughter.
I began to pace backwards from him at that point... There was something wrong with this man.. Something extremely demented... The most horrifying
thing though was that everything that rasped from his mouth was the truth... In my youth, I had raped my own sister for money.. Anything for money..
Greed.. I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to earn more wealth to add to my collection.. How could this man know about this?.....