Author's Note: Do not eat a peanut butter and Jelly sandwhich during this, I almost hurled myself, Please Read and Review this one I am most proud of being In my personnel opinion the best one.
Confession's Of A Twisted Mind
These woods they are a maze that blinds me. These woods they are a demon that keeps me here. These woods they are, they are... sorry I thought I had a poem going there for a second. It is inconceivable to me why I keep writing in this tattered old thing. I get no joy from it nor do I find any comfort at all in it. I'd be perfectly content with taking a walk down to the river and throwing it in than continuing with my work on the cabin. Ah yes the cabin I do love it so. But things have happened here, grave things that I feel I can only write down in the thing I wish to chuck in the river. Yes maybe that's what I will do with this I'll write out a confession and let it drift along the cool mountain water all the way into some curious hiker's hands. I feel if I put my address in it I shall be found out very quickly. I killed a man than another but it was all in good reason I'm not insane. He got lost in the maze and never came out again that's what happened. He should of really minded his own business and stayed in his little contracting firm in Down Town Raccoon City. And what of the other people before him? well they also got lost in the maze. I guess all I can do is go back to the begging and tell it all.
The cabin sits on a river front property, about 10 miles from civilization. It's a nice place, with noble foundation and authentic forest cut wood, none of that cheap scrap yard sheet rock, but honest to god logs cut from the very property where it now stands. No one can argue it isn't like I destroyed a part of nature, it's like I took it and reformed it like a sculpture with clay into a design that best suits my needs. I could go on forever about my little shelter from the world but this is a confession and like any good author knows readers like to get something juicy between there teeth before the first page is through. Anyways I was just sitting on my porch. When a truck pulled up onto my property. The dead leaves crackled as it turned it's tires into my drive way, damn leaves I must remember to get rid of them somehow. A man got out of the truck he introduced himself as Stan in an arrogant uppity way. It made me angry when I first saw him, he had eyes of a wolf getting ready to dup some poor rabbit into a trap. Far be it from me to Insult rabbits but I was no where near a stupid rabbit as the man pushed the papers In front of me, telling me things like "oh it's a great deal Mr. Pierce" "oh you'll get lots of money on this Mr. Pierce". It was all lies and I could tell, because unlike he thought I am not a stupid rabbit. So I pushed the papers away and told him to get off the property and than his little goon in the truck got out and started trying to intimidate me. "Are you intimidating me?" I asked with a garden spade clutched behind my back. "What do you have behind your back?" he said stepping off my porch a little and getting behind his friend with the yellow hard hat.
"Why nothing, what does your friend have in his waist belt he keeps grabbing at?". Oh that man in the yellow hard hat was very nervous, very queer, he kept grabbing at his waist belt, so I inquired about it. "Nothing if you sign the papers Mr. Pierce" ah yes and that's when I knew it was a gun. "Oh I see" I said "hold on let me get a pen" that's when I turned around and lunged at the fat man with his papers. The first swing of the blade registered nothing but the back slash caught him in the throat cutting it wide open. He staggered a little and held his throat as it bled. It trickled down his hands. I slashed forward breaking his nose, the man fell over.
The guy in the hard hat pulled out his gun just like I knew he would "I...I didn't mean too" I said dropping the spade "you have to believe me I didn't mean too" the guy in the yellow hard hat just stepped back. "Stay the fuck back, you sick fuck. You, your probably the one making killing all the hikers" he said backing towards his truck. "I am not!" I stammered coming closer to him "stay back.. you" he said opening the door. "Alright I'll stay back" I said turning around and to my horror seeing a bloody puddle where the body once lied. "Where... where'd he go?" the short guy in the hard hat said coming towards me. "I have no Idea" "well he didn't just disappear b..." that's when the man in the hard hat found the answer he was looking for. The fat contractor was indeed alive but there was something different about him. In the way he moved, in the way he carried himself in the way he didn't seem to care half his face was a bloody bruise or his nose was busted in.
He was moaning and groaning as he wrestled with the other man. "Get the fuck off me Jack what's wrong with you" Jack bit into his neck "fuck.. help me, get him off me" he began firing wildly into the air. Than Jack ripped off one of his ears off and dug into the other side of his throat "gaaa" was the only noise he made as Jack began to totally devour his already mutilated face. I saw the gun on the ground and I knew this was my chance I grabbed it and dashed inside. Oh god that man what happened to him I thought at the time. He's suppose to be dead just like all the others. They all died I cut them all in particular fashion and they died just like him unless... I quickly ran to the cellar door and swung it open and padded down the steps into the maze of rustic gardening equipment and old paper back novels and 10 cent comic books.
I stopped, really fast realizing I had just almost walked into a bunch of old lobster cages. It was quite and dark, I could smell the bodies. That old man I smothered with a pillow was the one who smelled the most, yes but he went the most quite at least. I could here water dripping and the furnace going a little, I should of burned them. The lazy orange glow of the fire casted a haunting glow all around. You could see the shapes of boxes and hedge clippers as they danced along the walls. The steamer for the hot water pipes made whisking sounds it sounded like a bunch of whispers saying things like "John" my name and "where going to get you" all the usual products of paranoia. Suddenly I heard a creaking from upstairs, "oh no" I thought "I left the front door open he probably got in, whatever the hell he is.
That's when I heard labored breathing coming up at me I slowly looked down and there partially submerged by dirt was the body of the old man I had smothered. He groaned as he reached up at me, I could feel his Icy cold grip on my calf which he dug into twisting, I screamed as I tried to get loose. His face was all blue from the suffocation and his eyes where placid, his teeth where partially broken. He kept digging into my calf that's when I gave one final dug and made him release me from his grip. I felt a wave of relief as I turned to go to the stairs that's when I saw a women with no eyes opening her mouth. "Oh Jesus!" I said as she hissed at me and tried to dig into my neck. I raised the pistol and shot her in the face, it caved in and I watched her brain jelly exit out the back of her head. As she fell to her knees I stumbled over her to get to the door. I feel down and hit the lobster cages hard, I stumbled as I got to my feet again but luckily I put my hand on the wall for balance I than sat down on the steps and looked.
The guy who was embedded in the ground was trying to get himself free as was a 10 year old boy near the furnace. This Is insanity I thought as I watched all these horrible things happening before my eye. These things that I had killed where coming back now. It was so disgusting and the smell, that was worst of all. Just then a hand reached out and touched me from behind, well actually it began grabbing my plaid work jacket and tried to pull me towards it. I looked back " oh god the girl I hid under the stairs." I ripped free from It's grasp stood up and turned around and yep sure as I had said there was the smashed up face of the girl I had killed on the highway. Her whole entire face caved in and her tongue was trying to come through what little mouth there was left.
"Your suppose to be dead!" I screamed firing a bunch of shots into the crevice. The arm stopped moving than it fell back into the black void and I heard a thump and a squish, must of cracked her skull on the wall falling backwards. I Inched along the wall making sure those people I had buried where still stuck in the ground. I tripped into the kitchen but got up quickly. "Ah!" I screamed pointing the gun around but nothing was there. "Come on than, come out now!" I screamed to the top of my lungs "all of you, yes all of you I know your all alive, or dead or whatever" nothing not a thing in response I turned around just in time to be scared half stupid by the guy in the construction hat "help me!" he said. "Please god help me I think I'm going to die I can't feel my face" he was obviously suffering from severe blood lose.
"Get the hell off me!" I through him off he tripped and was leaning off the edge of the basement stairs "I'm going to falllllll" he fell backwards. It sounded like someone banging around books as he fell. " No time to chat" I said latching the basement door "poor bastard I hope the fall killed him" I said under my breath" I wouldn't want to be caught seriously injured with those things around. It chilled me to the bone as I thought of being devoured by the living dead totally helpless from the neck down. Regardless I shook it off and ran to the living room. It was getting dark now I could see the trade mark red of the setting sun acting as a background to the dark silhouettes of the trees. There'd be tons of them I thought, I have at least 10 people buried in the god damn back yard, curse my obsession!
I acted quickly, running for the closet and taking out a flash light. I crept slowly towards the back door, not to fast don't want another thing jumping out of the shadows and spooking the hell out of me. Why would they come back I thought to myself as I reached the door, maybe for revenge maybe this is the judgment day, maybe I died and this is my hell. All of this went through my head as I opened the screen door and shot a beam of florescent light out to cut the darkness. No signs of the people but there where at least four holes dug up where I had buried my victims. "What do you want?" I posed to the empty darkness "I'm sorry" I added on as my way of begging for forgiveness. Nothing Inhaled deeply and stepped outside into the hot summer air, nothing but the sound of crickets.
I played the beam into my back yard, more dug up holes but still no people. I began to laugh a little, than I began to cry a little, than I laughed a lot, I was going Insane, scratch that I was and still am Insane. "Well I guess I'll have to go Inside and watch some TV all alone" I yelled at the top of my lungs "to bad because I've got some Ritz crackers that are delicious any takers!" I said flashing the light around "oh well" I said going back into the house laughing. I laughed a little bit more when I got inside I was still laughing I was laughing so hard I had to put my head against the kitchen wall. Suddenly a hand busted through the basement door that made me scream and drop the flash light. "Holy shit you should of told me you wanted some" I said firing three shots into the door, it was all I could think of to yell.
The thing hissed and began pushing at the door. It began to come loose at the hinges as the monster banged away at the door. I Just laughed and laughed as I ran towards the front door I swung it open and there was the fat man with the broken nose. "Oh my god!" I screamed running towards the back door. But to my surprise and horror three rotting corpses where all trying to fit through the door at once. In addition to them the basement door suddenly came down with two zombies on it, they slowly scrambled to there feet. The smell was horrible, I would of puked right than and there If I weren't so nervous, yes I know that's kind of Ironic. Anyways I about faced and put a round right in the fat man's chest, he just looked at it slightly amused than kept coming, I fired another one into his head, that stopped him. He came down with a large bang onto the coffee table it broke in two. I didn't take time to care of course I just ran outside. I saw the contractors truck and jumped in it locking both doors, I reached for the keys but damn there where none.
And now that's where I sit all by my lonesome. In the car surrounded by dead things, I checked the barrel there's only one shell left. These woods they are, they are a maze, that I got lost in. I'm going to die here unless I feel like trying to give a go at one of the two contractors pockets for keys, but I just don't think it would work out, I mean this is my hell after all isn't it? I deserve this I will not lie, I killed and I killed again but it felt good and it felt right. So this is my confession I killed 16 people including the two contractors than I killed three of them again in my own hell. I wonder who will find these pages, maybe a State trooper? I suppose whoever it will be will have to be smart enough to know these are not living creatures but my reminder of what I did. I killed for the love of my property, all these people in some way tried to invade my living space, I only did the most American thing, I protected my property and now I pay for it. These woods they are, they are a trap, stay out or the farmer will get you with his gun he got from father to son, sorry I thought I once again had a poem there.
Sincerely,
Jonathan Pierce