The Mind Captor!
I have been called many things in my life; crazy, mad, a freak, awkward, silent and a dark person. But I have never let any of these name calling get to me or warp my brain. So how have I let this person that I have never spoke to get to me like this. Not a word has been exchanged between us nor have we ever been introduced, but yet I have let him get into my mind and taunt me with the way he smiled, the way he held himself or the way he talked. Let me begin on where I first ran into this man.
I had walked into the pharmacy one day to pick up a prescription when in front of me was this man. He picked up his prescription and I quickly glanced to see that the drug he picked up was for severe anxiety. He slowly turned and he was looking towards the ground but he had a maniacal smile on his face as he passed by me. I tried to look into his eyes but he kept his head low. And after that day this man was always on my mind, continuously taunting my mind.
The next encounter was at my doctor’s office. I entered in the office and this man bumped into me and ran out the door. I again did not see his entire face but just his smile. I signed into the office and that’s where I saw the information I needed. The man’s address was listed beside his name. I quickly memorized it before the nurse could pull away the sign in sheet. I only had one thought on my mind about what I was going to do.
The first night I drove down his street and found his house. It was somewhat fancy house but looked like it lacked upkeep. I parked my car across the street and watched as figures inside the house moved from room to room. I turned my car back on and drove back down the road.
As days passed my visits became more frequent. I scoped out his daily routine and came to find out he had a live in maid who took care of certain things for this man. For the first several days I just watched idly from my car but as days grew into weeks I ventured out and would stalk around the house mostly late at night watching this man’s nightly routine.
One night as I ventured around the house I discovered the back door was unlocked and knowing that the maid and this man was asleep I decided to make my way into this house. I slowly creeped through the rooms until I came to the staircase and I ever so gingerly made my way up the stairs. I continued down the hall and I went to the door in which I knew the man was asleep behind. My hand slowly reached out and quietly turned the door knob ever so slightly until I heard the mechanics unleash from their bondings. I slowly pushed the door open and there was the man laying in the bed shielded from me with his covers. I stood there and watched for several hours before I decided to leave. But I would find my way back in the house several more times.
Again I wondered to myself why I had such a fascination and hatred for this man. A man that suffered from a lot of the things I suffered from. This man who was such a recluse that when he did venture out he rushed back home. I had no idea what kept this man in my mind but I knew what I had to do to get him out.
After a week of nightly visits to this mans room I decided to finally do the drastic measures that had to be taken. Again I slowly made my way to the back of the house and entered through the back door. I again took the path through the house I had grown accustomed to and made my way straight to the room this man laid in.
I made extra caution tonight of all nights to take things slow. My hand grabbed at the door knob and I even opened the door more slowly than I had the other nights I had visited. I crept into the room ever so slowly. I stood right beside his bed and all I could see in the black of night was the faint outline of his body in the bed. I steady my breathing and pulled the blade from my pocket and raised it into the air. As I began to come down with the blade I heard the man gasp as he caught the flash of the moonlight on the blade. He went to jump up out of bed and grabbed my arm and we played with the blade for several minutes. I finally drew my fist back and gave one good punch to the stomach, causing him to lose his grip on my knife.
I plunged the blade into his throat and he let out a most horrifying scream. Causing me to wince in pain. But I continued on and slit the blade through his throat getting splattered with his blood. Through the screams I hadn’t heard the door open and I heard another scream coming from the doorway as the light switched on. I looked back at the maid as she collapsed on the floor from shock. But it would be me who was in shock as I dropped the blade to the hardwood floor upon finally seeing the man’s face, I slowly recognized it as my own.