Paranoia

Two ice cold weeks had passed slowly, plummeting glaciers of white upon Tunsia County, Maine. As each second passed another layer of powdered snow accumulated in front of my house. A warning of evacuation had been issued on all the news stations in the area. All my neighbors had packed up what little they could and made their way one by one across the white vacant expanse that had once been known as Grickshollow, but now it was buried by nearly fourteen feet of ice and snow.

I stayed behind, in hopes that the barrages of snow fall would stop. But it didn’t. I watched hopelessly as the snow continued to fall covering my first then second floor windows inch by inch. I had no desire to escape yet. The snow would eventually stop falling, wouldn’t it? I still had food and beverages in the kitchen closet. I wasn’t hopeless! I had heard many stories of unsuspecting people being trapped in snow storms before and surviving. Was this any different? No, it couldn’t be. In here, in my house I was safe from the cold outside.

Lonely and desiring to have human contact, I tuned up my pocket radio and listened to the news announcements about the storm. According to the reporter, it had indeed stopped, but it would possibly be days before the snow could be dug up. The snow? It stopped! Finally it was almost over, I felt so excited that I ran up the attic stairs to the top and froze. This was it. My escape finally revealed. I slowly opened up the door as it creaked against the frozen wood floor. I slowly crept to the oblong shaped window and peered out. The white, wintry torment had ended and the sun had begun to shine through the ice ridden trees.

It was then that something caught my eye. It was a vague, but its impressions in the snow were definitely there. Footprints stretched out across what was left of my yard. Someone was out THERE during the storm? But what insane fool would have been wandering outside in a snow storm? A familiar voice came back over my pocket radio. The radio announcer was giving out more important news. The night before at Tunsia County State Prison, a fugitive escaped during a blackout. He had killed two guards and three inmates with a woodworking saw before he escaped. The man had been a known killer, a psychotic man who had killed over twenty people and their families while they were sleeping. And now this very same man was being hunted in Grickshollow. GRICKSHOLLOW?!! No, it couldn’t be. Not here in my calm, still frozen neighborhood. I glanced back at the barely visible footprints and caught eye of a slight tint of red scared into the snow where the footprints lay. I turned the golden lock on my attic window and pulled it tight. There was no way anyone could possibly open it up with the lock so tightly fastened as I had it.

I cautiously crept back down the pinewood stairs when I heard the attic window shatter. I stopped, frozen in mid step like the trees outside, not moving, but eagerly listening. A boot stepped into the attic followed by another, crunching the broken glass underneath. It was HIM. It was the killer. He was the one who had made the footprints outside and now he was coming after me! I ran down to my bedroom on the second floor and locked the door. I crouched; fear stricken in the corner nearest my bed as the killer opened up my creaky attic door.

In an almost silent hissing voice he called out my name. “EDWARD.” Each syllable drooled from his mouth, like an uncanny nightmare that would wake you up screaming until you passed out. The chains on his boots jingled as he crept down my wooden stairs. ”EDWARD!” As he hissed my name again, a red river of blood formed on my ceiling. It broke into separate directions sliding itself down my white washed walls forming a pool of dark red blood at each wall’s base. More blood made its way from underneath my door as it oozed out of every scratch and pore in the hard wood floor. My heart began to beat faster and faster as the footsteps got closer. I threw the sheets off my bed in a dead panic to stop the blood. Beneath, the mangled corpse of an elderly man rested with a look of horror on his face.

The killer reached my door. With one massive swing, his axe cut a slice through my door. Again and again it pummeled through leaving a path of ripped up wood chips and paint. I reached into my dresser drawer and pulled out a six shooter, which I had kept with me for protection. I pulled the trigger back as the killer made one final swipe at the massacred door. Six shoots rang out through the gun’s barrel knocking the killer to the ground. I stood in the hallway by the corpse of the madman until help finally arrived…

On January 7, 2005, Edward Hun shot down a member of the firefighter rescue division who was trying to rescue Hun from a snowstorm, which had covered most of the house of sixty-seven year old, Kenneth Rodger’s house. Rodger was found stabbed to death on his bed where Hun was found cowering next to the firefighter’s corpse. Hun was found legally insane in a Maine State Court House on January 23. The horrors of his nightmare have plagued him ever since. The killer had been found and was now locked up for good.

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How far can the human mind go till insanity becomes sane?

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  • Synthetic-Nightmare
    September 14, 2007
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    WOW!

    I LOVED THIS! AMAZING!!! THANKS FOR ENTERING AND GOOD LUCK IN THE CONTEST


  • Greeneyes15
    August 26, 2007
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    Whoa! that was really really good! i loved the twist at the end-- didn't see that coming at all. i loved your writing as well, very discripative and you have a good use of words. great job. i enjoyed this a ton! keep up the good writing. thank you so much for enting my contest and good luck!!!

    peace&love,
    greeneyes


  • Prodigious.Mirth
    August 20, 2007

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    fuck ur brilliant- cringe and sweep- I loved it from start to end- spesh the psycotic side of it- dude ur the bomb.... explode me rahhh!!!!

    beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.


  • LostSoulOfRage
    April 20, 2007

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    thnx for entering and im srry for the late commment, it was my computer.
    anyways i loved this it was very well written. good luck and keep up the amazing work.


  • jtnbuck
    April 17, 2007

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    omg this was freckin great i loved it people do shit like this all the time this was hoottt i loved it good luck in my contest


  • DemApples
    April 11, 2007
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    wow not much else to be said


  • nichtmich
    April 11, 2007
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    Congrats On The Gold

    A skillful rendition of an ultra scary scenario. Congratualtions on the Gold Trophy. It is well deservid.


  • my--i u--k i
    April 9, 2007

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    Good, but...

    Well written story. You were a bit too poetic for my contest, but I expected that. Good concept, good handle on writing, and you didn't go crazy with descriptions.


  • Rosemary silver member
    April 6, 2007
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    Great story

    A little confusing at the end of who was who.

    beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 4, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 3.

  • lightwing
    April 5, 2007
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    Great story. I did get a little confused at the end as to whether Edward was the escaped killer and if he was, why was the firefighter looking for him and if he wasn't who had stabbed Rodgers? Hmm I think I'll read it again. Great imagery and you conjured up a very realistic situation and scene. Good luck in the contest.


  • Andrew Timothy
    April 2, 2007
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    Wow, is all I can say. That was exactly what I wanted for my contest. Very well written and imaged.

  • nichtmich
    March 7, 2007

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    Horrifying

    Fantastic story, how you get so much terror in such a few words is amazing! The character was not who he seemed to be at all, and the twist at the end was chilling. BTW, Maine is one of my all time favorite places for scary things
    Near the end of the 4th paragraph "slight tint of red 'scared' into the snow", might want to fix that nitpicky little problem. No real critiques.

    beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 5, ending: 5, characters: 5.


  • EtherealButterfly
    March 1, 2007

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    This is really reaaaallllly good as you already must know. I'm glad to know that you're a Stephen King fan as well! (I read your page first and then checked out a story, though I think you've entered one in my contest.) So, I just stopped by to say hello, nice to meet you...and your story rocked!


  • Pray For Me
    February 25, 2007
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    This was well written and awesome. Good luck in the contest.


  • Faeinthewood
    February 18, 2007
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    WOW...This...was...so...AMAZING!!!! I really liked it. I was really nervous for a second there. It was so well written. Your write when you say you were born to do this...WOW! I dont' have any other words. *stands and claps*


  • Dirty and Broken
    January 29, 2007

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    dang, that was awesome....
    there are a few minor errors, like the last paragraph starts 'one' instead of 'on', but it is a very good story...

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