The Death Secret
What comes after death? A question that I have sought an answer for, for so long that it becomes, in my case, a symbol of madness. It has driven me completely insane as I lie
awake every night imagining all the gruesome things that can happen to me after death. I weep and moan for countless hours, but my family has no idea because I do this in
silence. During the day I appear normal, but every night I am on the verge of killing myself. One day, I will answer my question, but at what cost?
Today I lounge on my sofa reading my books. I become hungry and as I get up to get a snack I here screaming, a sharp piercing wail that sounds like a little girl being tortured. I
run out of my house concerned for who ever is screaming and dart into my yard. As soon as I step off the porch the screaming stops. I circle my house for a little while
confused, and decide that I imagined it. Later in the day after I finished eating supper, a large banging sound from the top of my house startled me. I ran up stairs to find nothing
out of place, I guess it was just my imagination again.
I enter my room as day turns to night and lie down on my bed and await the torturing thoughts that every night fill my head and hope for unconsciousness. In my surprise though,
I think about the screaming I heard and the banging noise. I imagined every gruesome thing those noises could have been, and become even more frightened then when I thought
about death. I tear at my flesh and scream in an attempt to get the thoughts out of my head. My brother enters the room and stares at me and my bleeding skin.
I could not take it anymore; this was the last straw as I have scarred my brother. I run from my room and into the night blindly. I enter the forest on the side of my house
and trip on an unseen log. As I lay there I hear screams and howls. Then a figure hidden in the darkness steps out from behind a tree. It takes a few steps toward me. As it
steps into the moonlight, I see a face that filled me with unimaginable horror. The mouth, lips, nose, facial hair is all blue and looks as if has been painted on. The eyes are yellow
with a single black dot that appears to be the eyes pupil. As it opens its mouth to emit the scream I had heard earlier in the day, it takes a metal mallet off its back that has been
strapped to it. It then takes an enormous swing, bringing it down upon my face.
Nick Deathler, the brother of the man found dead on the night of July 8, 1987, went out looking for his brother the same night, after he ran out of the house. In a few minutes of
searching for his brother he heard a scream and ran toward that sound. What he found was a sight to see. His brother was on the ground with his eyes closed, not breathing, no
pulse, and no marks on his body.