Murder
11/1/96
They killed that mother
fucker one year ago yesterday. On Halloween. How fitting. I’m talking about The
Suicide Killer. When I was 16 (back in 1983), he drugged me and rolled my car
off of a cliff and I was able to get out of the car before it caught fire. I
got lucky he didn’t find this out, because this wasn’t in his normal area and
didn’t keep track on my case. He would kill people and make them look like
suicides. He did this from the early 80s until he got caught in the early 90s. I
am the only survivor from his attacks. Well, there was a drugged out stripper,
but she doesn’t count in my eyes; he didn’t do the deed and she lived, he let her live. He said I had Dark Energy
in my eyes before I blacked out. What 16 year old boy has Dark Energy? What the
fuck is that anyways. Fucking nutcase. I am happy he is gone. I been looking
forward to this for a long time. I even went to go see him get that Lethal
Injection yesterday. His last words were, “I’ll be back.” The Terminator? You
fucking kidding me? You won’t be back, you fucking nut job, you’re dead. I
would like to know what he ate for his last meal.
Figured I can move on with my life knowing
he is dead and not a threat anymore. Who knows, he could have busted out of
prison. He’s… well, was a very smart man. Not a thought any longer though. And
I am very happy for that.
Funny thing happened this morning. I went
to work and got out of the truck and there were 4 crows sitting on the bed of
my truck bed. With all of them looking at me; I walked by them without them
moving, except their head to watch me pass. I got to the break room door and I looked
back. They were all there, still looking. Pitch black but shining blue where
the sun bounced off of them. I had a normal work day. 10 hours of moving coal
from the dock to the pits. Fixing broken down coal belts. The usual. Walking
out with a buddy he says, “Look at those Crows on your truck! I never noticed
any Crows around here before.” I couldn’t believe it, they were in the same
spot. I think they were in the same order as well. How could they wait there
for 10 hours, and why? I couldn’t tell Frank about them being there this
morning because he might think I’m crazy or something. I said bye to Frank, got
in the truck and started it, thinking that would make the Crows fly off. I
started the truck and looked in my rear view mirror and watched them bounce on
the bed door and get closer to the cab. It was unreal. I put it in drive and
got on the high way. No way would they stay in the bed on the highway. I looked
again once I got on the highway and they were gone! So I thought… One hopped in
the cab through the rear window, then another and the rest followed. They
gathered in the back passenger seat looking at me. “You guys need to go.” I
said firmly. “I can’t have Crows following me around. If you stay the whole
ride, I want some gas money.” I joked… They didn’t laugh. The Crows just sat
there all the way home. Pulling into the drive way I slammed on the brakes when
I stopped thinking it would spook them, it didn’t. They just swayed with the
truck. I opened the door and they (1 by 1) bounced around the truck and out my
driver side door. They followed me inside the house and been here all night.
It’s very strange, yes, but I find them comforting. I might look on the
internet to see what they eat. I never had a Murder of Crows as pets before.
Well, off to bed and fingers crossed they don’t peck my eyes out in my sleep.
11/2/96
9:10 AM – They
slept in my room all night. As soon as I opened my eyes and raised my head to
look around my room, they all watched me with eagerness. Bounced around the
room and got on the bed and they started playing. I think I need to go out and
find some road kill to bring back home for them to eat all day. I’ll spend that
time bonding with them. Can you bond with a Crow? They even remember faces or voices?
I will find out.
2:22
AM – Today was interesting. Did the normal routine: Shower, shave, shit,
breakfast and coffee. They stayed with me the whole time. Little bastards even
watched me wipe my ass. Asking some Crows to leave doesn’t work, and I’m not
trying to get my ass killed by these mother fuckers either. I sense they won’t
hurt me, but I’m not going to test that theory.
I read online that Crows enjoy road kill.
So I got in my truck and drove down some long back road and came across a
raccoon. Sadly, it was still alive with its back end crushed. I put it out of its
misery while it’s Gaze of fellow raccoon watched. It had to be done; for its
own sake and to feed the Crows. I placed the animal in the bed while the Crows
sat in the cab waiting for me. They did not want to leave my sight since I woke
up. Glued to me! And I couldn’t be happier for the company.
Half way home they got intrigued by the
smell coming from the bed and started to play around. Chunky (is what I call
the big one) bounced and shook his feathers at Midnight (he is the darkest out
of them all) while Midnight just stared blankly at him. Rob and Bob (I think
they are twins, they act just alike) chased each other around the whole cabin
until we got home.
I pulled up to the garage, opened my door
and waited for the crew to bounce their little asses out of the cab. They
didn’t stall this time, they hopped right out and flew to the bed. “Hold your
horses!” I said to them and they just watched me walk slowly to the bed, put on
my glove and grab the raccoon. Walking to the back yard, I heard clicking
behind me and they were following me like little ducklings. I can’t believe this is happening to me, is
what I thought as I opened the side gate.
“Okay, Guys. I hope you like raccoon.” I
said as I dropped it by the fire pit. They watched me for a few minutes like
they were asking me if it was okay. “Eat up!” I said loudly to them. They took
a few timid hops back and forth at the raccoon. Touch it with their beaks and
bounce back. Midnight was the first to get a few good bites and the rest
followed, like they always do. Midnight was the leader and I knew that from
when I first met them. They ate all night and I sat in the back yard drinking a
few beers and played with them. I had a golf ball I would roll at them and they
would try to be the first to peck it back at me. Chunky liked to get petted, so
he was always by me getting some love. Rob and Bob always were play fighting
each other and Midnight was always in the background watching everything. He
seemed to be a thinker and didn’t like to be touched. It was a good night.
With them I felt different. I have an old
knee injury from high school and it doesn’t bother me at all anymore. I seem to
smell everything and my site feels like it improved as well. I’m only 29 and
don’t have anything other than my knee issue, but I just feel… stronger. Is it
the Crows?
11/3/96
3:01
AM - The Crows are out back mourning, Chunky. He stayed outside longer than
the rest of use to eat more of that raccoon, and a stray cat came and killed
him. We heard his cries and we all went out back as soon as we could, but it
was too late. He died after we stood by his side. They been out there ever
since. I guess they do have deep feelings. It’s been hours since he been gone
and they are still by his side. Strange, with him gone, I feel a little weaker;
less sharp.
The day went great. We woke up late,
around noon. Did my usual, but this time they didn’t need a show. When I got out
of the shower, I left some lukewarm water in the tub for them to have fun while
I ate. I got done eating and went out back to put the raccoon in the shade, so
they could have that for later. Came back in, drained the water and we went
outback so they could sit in the sun and warm up. Rob and Bob did their normal
play fighting back and forth. Chunky kept bouncing and walking around Midnight;
he wasn’t entertained. Midnight always had his eye on me and seemed to be
thinking all the time. Nothing ever got by him.
I was enjoying watching the boys play,
when I noticed Midnight look sharply at the street. I heard a loud screech and
a scream. I ran out front and saw little pink shoes under a car. A woman jumped
out of the car, and a woman came running down her driveway.
“My baby! My baby!” The woman screamed
“Get ready to pull her out.” I said her to
without even thinking.
I went to the mid-sized car and put my
hands by the back passenger side wheel and lifted the car with ease. I watched
the mother pull her baby girl by the ankles until she was from under the car. I
let the car down and kneeled next to the little girl, which couldn’t be more
than 3 years old and put my hand on her little chest to see if she was
breathing.
“Her chest is caved in!” The mother
screamed.
I felt heat and saw a light coming from
under my hand and the little girl started to breathe again. I removed my hand
and her chest was like nothing ever happened to her.
“Penny, baby… Look at Mommy.” She said.
“Give her time to recover…” I stalled for
a name.
“I am May. Penny, please open your eyes…”
May begged.
“I called 911 and they are on the way. I
am so sorry, lady. I didn’t see her at all.” The driver said.
Little Penny opened her green eyes, looked
at her mom and reached for a hug.
“I
wouldn’t move that child.” Some man said from behind me.
“Don’t worry, Sir. She’s fine now.” I said
without a doubt. I knew she was okay.
May picked up her daughter and gave her a big hug with tears running down her
face. May lifted the little girl’s shirt, and there was no marks what-so-ever.
“Sir, how did you do that? Why was there
light coming from your hand?” May whispered to me with curious eyes.
“I don’t know. I just know that Penny will
be okay.”
“I don’t know what I would have done if I
lost her. Thank you.” She said as she
kissed my cheek.
The Crows were on the car the whole time.
With all the chaos going on, no one noticed them. Cops came. Ambulance came.
Coroner came. But they didn’t have anything to do. Little Penny was fine. May
didn’t want to press any charges. The car didn’t have any damage. Everyone just
went back to their day. I’m sure May and Little Penny will have the tastiest
dinner of their lives tonight. I am happy I was outside to hear those tires
screech. If I didn’t, I would be reading about a little girl getting killed in
front of my house tomorrow.
To celebrate what happened and to wrap my
head around what just happened, we went in the back yard and I drank while the
Crows played and ate. We were out there for the rest of the day. They are still
out there next to Chunky boy. I can feel them hurting for him, and I can feel
the effects of him passing away. I feel a little weak and my knee is kind of
sore again. Who knows, that could just be from adrenaline; but I doubt it. I
think I’m going to go back out there and say my farewells to good ol’ Chunky
boy.
11/4/96
I woke up today and they were still
outside. The morning dew beading on their black feathers, they stood in a
circle around good ol’ Chunky. I went out back and told them to come in while I
did my morning ritual, they didn’t hear me. So, I went in and did my thing and
left the tub ¼ full of warm water, went outside and told them to come in and
take a bath. They came bouncing inside in a single line.
“Get that mud off of you!” I yelled at
them as I waited in the kitchen. I heard splashing and cawing, so I rushed into
the bathroom and saw it was only the two fighting with Midnight on the edge of
the tub watching. Shaking my head, I told them to come on.
We went out front so they can warm up in
the sun. Seems to be the routine. My porch is more towards the left side of my
house and mostly out of view from the people across the street from me. I say
this because there was this sloppy looking mother fucker across the street
(next to that girl’s house that got ran over) that didn’t belong there. He had
a buzzed head and looked like he didn’t shave for weeks. I watched him walk
around the house for a few minutes. He seemed to be looking for something. I
noticed him pull out a gun and I started to head over to the house next to him
to ambush this sloppy looking scum. Mrs. Johnson’s garage door opened and she
started to back out. He ducked on the side of the garage and pulled her out when
she stopped to get the mail. She screamed and he shot her in the gut. Rob and Bob flew over there and started
fucking with the guy. I ran across the yard and Midnight flew right next to me.
I had a long run and watched Rob knock the gun out of his hand and when Bob
went to get the gun from the ground this ugly mother fucker stomped on Bob,
killing him instantly. As soon as he did that, my left knee gave out and I
fell. I thought Midnight would go help, but he stayed by me, watching me. I
wish I knew what he thought sometimes. I got up just in time to see Rob peck on
of this asshole’s eyes out. I ran full speed and tackled him as hard as I
could. He pulled out a knife and swung, just missing my throat. I rolled over
and got him in a rear naked choke hold until he passed out.
“Oh my God! Are you okay? I already called
911. They are on the way!” May yelled from her porch.
“Yes, May. I’m fine. It’s this dickhead’s
blood. Go back inside and lock the door until the cops show.” I said.
“Mrs. Johnson, the cops and ambulance will
be here soon.” I said.
I heard a loud click right behind my left
ear, I turned around and he hit me with the gun. My vision went blurry and he
was on top of me putting more bullets in the gun. He slid the clip back in,
yanked back on it and pointed it at me. I hit the gun just as it went off and I
shoved my thumb in his good beady eye. I threw him off and he went for the gun
that was next to me. This time I got it and shot him in his face. His weak body
went limp and fell on his back.
I heard Mrs. Johnson gurgling, so I ran to
her. She was struggling to breathe and I could see blood coming from her mouth.
Her eyes screamed Help Me. I put my
hand over the gunshot wound and felt something press against my palm. I made a
fist, opened my hand and the bullet was there. I pulled up her shirt and wiped
away the blood; there was no longer an entry wound. Looking at her face I could
tell she was gone. I tried CPR a few times and the last time I put my mouth to
hers I felt a cool air going in my mouth. I pulled away a few inches and
noticed a black stream of air coming from her mouth and going in mine. The more
that came out of her, the more alive she looked. She started to cough and the
black stream stopped.
“What happened? Why am I on the ground?”
She whispered.
“This man tried to rob you, and he knocked
you out.” I lied.
“Sir, step away from the body!” a cop
yelled.
“She is not a body.” I said as I got up.
“Put your hands behind your head,
interlace them and slowly walk back towards my voice!” The cop said.
While walking back I saw that Rob got shot
by that stray bullet and wasn’t going to make it. Midnight was by his side. I
walked back until I felt a firm grip pull my hands down and I got on the
ground.
“Stop that! He helped! He helped!” May
screamed from her front yard.
They talked to me while the paramedics
looked at Mrs. Johnson and talked to May about what happened. I ended up going
to the station for a few hours to say my side of the story and it went
perfectly with what May said, so they let me going telling me not to leave the
county until they get everything worked out. May gave me a ride home from the
station.
“How are you in the right place at the right
time?” She asked while driving.
“Just lucky, I guess.”
“It’s more than that and you know it. How
did you do it again?”
“Do what?”
May looked at me with sharp eyes, “Don’t
play stupid. You saved her like you did with Penny. Only different this time. I
watched you pull death out of her through her mouth.”
“I have these Crows following me. I
haven’t felt so strong and alive in my life since they came into mine. But
since I lost Chunky and then Bob today, I’m feeling slower.”
I felt a strong pain in my stomach and
sensed blood stream down from my nose.
“Pull over!” I shouted.
I opened the door and puked blood all over
the side of the car. I could barely even stand on my left leg.
“Are you okay? Need to go to the ER?” May
asked.
“Rob died. I know it. Please, just take me
home.”
When I got home, I limped to the back yard
and Midnight had Rob and Bob next to Chunky. I told Midnight I would be right
back out. I had to come inside to take a hot shower and get this blood off of
me. I can’t believe how weak I feel. I think knee is dislocated and tore like
it was in high school.
Enough writing for tonight. I’m going to
grab a bottle, a six pack and go drink with my only buddy, Midnight. I hope I
bond with him tonight.
11/5/96
1:10
PM: Mrs. Johnson is fine. She is cleaning her drive way with her husband.
Shook up still, but alive. I can’t say I’m fine. My whole body aches and my
knee is swollen just like I injured it back in the day. I been laying on the
couch since I got up this morning. All I can do it lay here and look out the
front window. Waiting for something to happen, but nothing yet. I hope nothing
happens today; I’m not sure I have the strength. Those three took something
from me when they died. Took more than they gave me I’m sure.
9:03
PM: I have to make this quick because I can’t keep my eyes open or use my
hands for much longer. I took a nap and woke up with Midnight on top of me. He
was holding a paper clipping of the Suicide Killer I cut out for my scrapbook.
I asked him what he was holding and he laid it softly on my chest and looked at
me for some time. He hopped off of me and went into the kitchen. He stopped at
the fridge and moved my magnetic letters to spell: I’m Back. Took me a minute
and I thought of the Suicide Killer’s last words were, “I’ll be back.” This can’t be happening, I thought to
myself. Midnight walked through the kitchen and came back into the living room,
giving me one last cold stare before he went outside. I watched him hop through
the tall grass and onto the sidewalk. He waited for some time before he flew
into the road and got ran over by a car. I passed out and woke up with my knee
wide open. All my scars opened up from past injuries and bones broke that were
once mended. I’m full blown concussed from all those hard hits I took in high school.
My mouth is pouring blood from when I had my wisdom teeth taken out. I have a
hole in my stomach from when I had my appendix taken. I am not going to last
long.
That’s not even the worst of it. I woke
and May had poor little Penny in her arms in the front yard screaming for help.
Her little chest was caved back in and she was pale. Next door, Mrs. Johnson’s
husband was on the phone in the front yard with tears running down his face and
he was covered in blood. I’m sure her wounds came back. Everything I did got
taken back when Midnight died.
I guess the Suicide Killer got what he
wanted after all. I can’t stay awake any longer. I know I won’t make it past
Midnight. I’m sorry, May. I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. I tried to sqnw flksj
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The End
