Hey it's Ghostx here. i just wrote this in the last 30 minutes or so and wanted some thoughts on it. This story represents the creation of evil
through a boy named "Charlie". It is fictional, but hopefully will display the need for evil so that the good in life is made relevant. It is
portrayed through the thought that if you didn't have dark, you would not have light. If you did not have sadness, you would not have happiness.
Here it goes. Enjoy
Hello. My name is Phyllip McLorson. You can call me Doc. I am, or was, the psychiatrist for a young boy. I was responsible for his wellbeing, the
intake of his thoughts, emotions and perception of the world. This began when he was very young and continued until 'the event'. When he stopped
communicating to me I felt like a failure, that I was responsible for so many deaths. Yet I now realize that it is not my fault or flaws, but his
power that has changed this world. This is the story of Charlie, as I know it, with included input from others as well.
Charlie was a normal boy, but only in the sense that people perceived him to be that way. If you were to look into his mind you would not be peering
into anything ever recorded fully. For how is it possible to accurately describe a mind that consists of trillions of unique thoughts, from different
Charlie's physical attributes are irrelevant. In fact they are always changing and simply cease to exist in any form, at least at times.
However, in the beginning his physical features did matter, and his mind was something that you could study. It was only after a huge mental
realization that the changes began to become visible to him, and others. And it is around that time that this story starts.
Charlie grew up with a normal family. They did not have any unique skills or anything like it. His father was a plumber, and his mother was just a
house wife and caretaker of Charlie and his sister. His sister though disappeared at age twelve, after a unique incident.
He went to school like others, or at least physically. Afterwards he would play with the other children, but it was a play that they did not enjoy.
When you look back on Charlie's upbringing you will find yourself staring into space, questioning all that you know.
His body was physically present, and he even spoke at times. Yet before 'the event', when Charlie would still communicate with me, he never had any
recollections of attending school, or playing.
Memory for his peers though, consisted of experiences that cannot be dismissed as petty even by a serial killer, terrorist, or something who has
experienced the extremes of human nature.
It is from a boy named David that we hear about the following.
"When Charlie lost a game, or felt unheard you knew it. You did not have to watch the game or even participate. Your body locked with fear. It was
this odd fear; it wasn't like there was a snake in front of you, or a gun was pointed in your face. It was fearing that everyone was about to change.
Pain flowed throughout your body, as if a toxin of sorts was in your veins; but also your bones, your muscles. Your mind. Your thoughts ceased to
exist, and you suddenly knew that this was not temporary. It was permanent. Or at least would be at some point or another. It was the gaining of
knowledge that everything you love will soon be gone."
I spoke about these times of 'play' a lot with Charlie. However, he simply could not remember. The closest we got was when he was put in hypnosis.
Through the sweating, screaming threats of murder, and fragments of thought, I realized one thing. Charlie was not playing a game. He was creating the
game. It was control that he needed. The thought that people could POSSIBLY beat him was not a motivation to improve his athletic, mind, and other
abilities. It was what caused him to strive to take away the control of others and make it impossible to interfere with him.
Hypnosis was tough for him and as he grew his mental capabilities he became less physically responsive. Instead of thrashing, he would simply lay
there. He no longer told me he would murder me and my family. It was a huge improvement. Or so I thought.
At first during these hypnosis sessions, I would later find misplaced items or something as simple as a new homepage on my computer's internet
browser. I thought I must have been hacked, or reset my browser by accident. Or simply misplaced a pen, or folder. At first.
Soon though, it was not a Yahoo homepage changed to a Facebook page. It was pictures of my family being my background, when it used to be my dog. If
you are curious my dog unfortunately died the first week of hypnosis as I ran it over when drunk driving. And it was not until I murdered my family
that I connected the dots.
These hypnosis sessions were calm physically, but mentally challenging; not for him, but for me. Afterwards, it was like MY mind was altered. My
subconscious was reprogrammed. And it did not make sense. Until it hit me. It all came back to control. My attempts to "control him" were not acts of
help, but attacks to him. He was fighting back in the only way; taking my control away.
And that's exactly what he did.
Yet, this is not the event.
When I went to prison I realized that the murder of my family was his doing, his control. The accident with my dog was not alcoholism or carelessness.
It was him. However, as a prisoner in a 23 hours a day in your cell facility, nobody believed me. So in prison I remained, and it is in prison that I
write this story.
While in prison 'the event' happened. The event occurred after Charlie's sister, previously named Lilly, snitched on him for trashing her room. By
this time Charlie's parents were more aware of these 'accidents' and their son's unique ability to control, and alter his surroundings (people,
Yet they punished him. And he listened to them. He did not take action against them. He respected them, and balanced his inner evils with their
His sister though was not so fortunate. She disappeared when she was twelve and there were no records. The police follow up didn’t conclude anything
relevant except that she was there, and then she was gone. I have been luckier, but nobody listens.
As far as I can tell, the process went something like this.
Lilly snitched Charlie out to their parents, the good, structured guardians. Charlie resented this and he needed control. However, at this time he
knew he was unable to control everything, at least by his current methods. He could not keep track of every human, animal, and object he had under his
control. At times people would get out of his reach and thus his controlling power of them disappeared or faded significantly. He had to take away
people’s free will completely if he was to be the all powerful. He took Lilly in.
He did not take her into his arms, but into his being, into his mind. Her physical form disappeared from reality, leaving no Lilly to speak to others
- unless Charlie let her. From the event onwards, Lilly lived inside Charlie. Her desire to help her struggling, and brother who acted out, was
clouded by Charlie’s evil and “need” to protect himself.
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