Authors Note I wrote this the other day at work when I was depressed...
Worth it?
I looked down at the things that lay on the small desk in front of me. A bottle of unmarked pills, a gun, and a razor blade.
which one should I use?
The pills maybe, the Razor blade? Nah I'd probably spit up the pills and the razor blades would hurt too much. I'm a coward. All those monsters I've face and I still screamed. Like a child!
The gun is the other option. Quick and painless. I just hope that the police don't try to make suspects outta the neighbors. The old man next door or the nice young couple across the hall…
I haven't had a decent nights sleep in oh…almost six years. Nightmares every goddamned night! I always wake up screaming and with night sweats.
All those monsters…Werewolves, mummies, demons, swamp creatures, and even the devil. I've seen enough dead bodies to fill Shea Stadium. All those poor innocent people. Most of them didn't deserve to die the way they did. I can't take it anymore. Bodies torn to pieces, people incerated, children slaughtered like sheep by things their parents told weren't real.
In my dreams, every night, I see those innocent people killed. And those poor children…The nightmares started coming even when I'm awake. I see…the dead all around me. All of them. Standing there staring at me. Their bodies mulitaed and blue.
I told Vinchenzo about it…but he didn't believe me. No one did. He tried to have me commited. Oh God, they tried to put me in a straight jacket. Tony was there…He signed the papers.
I didn't mean…didn't mean to…kill him! Him and the guards. Tony was the best friend I ever had and I killed him.
Carl Kolchak gripped the recorder tightly. His ragged sobbing could be heard. "I'm Sorry! Oh God I'm sorry!" The sobbing quieted down and he managed to speak again.
This dear readers and listeners will be the last time I will be heard from. Farewell…
A few minutes later a gun shot was heard.