October 31, 1981
It's Halloween today. It's said that the spirits of ghost stalk around and haunt on the living with pure jealousy on this day. Dr. Robertson had wanted to speak with me again., which was very unusually considering he never wanted to speak to me twice in one week. Something was up and I knew it. I had be very talkative my first few months here. Maybe too talkative, because word got around to him that I had told someone about what he did. Only being honest ofcourse, but this was information that he did not want leaked out to anyone.
"So, Mr. Camden—"
He called me that a lot, especially because he wanted something from me. He knew I was weak enough and young enough to give it to him. He also thought I was not as well informed but I learned quickly. Observing. Talking. To all the right people. Trying to find out all that I could. But it was a dream I had one night that informed me of some sinful doings. His doings. He had killed and raped and innocent girl. She could have been only about 19; a sad occurrence. A was told by a strange voice in my dream to deal with this problem.
"Do not confront him," The voice told me. "Let him confront you." And so he did; as I had been anticipating all night.
"Who have you been talking to?"
"To you, ofcourse."
He was beginning to get annoyed. I could see that the vein on his head was pumping quite rapidly.
"Now listen to me. I am not playing around with you. This isn't a game you moron! You insolent little fool! You don't know the connections I have! You're just another washed up cult member who has somehow got himself caught and ended up here. So deal with it! It isn't my fault you're here."
"So naïve…"
He called me a moron. A fool. It was him that was the moron. He was so naive and oblivious to the fact that I have Samael on my side. He was abandoned by Samael a long time ago. His unfaithfulness leaded him to his demise.
"It was raining that evening and you decided that the poor young intern you met at the hospital would be the perfect prey after weeks of stalking her."
"Stop."
"So you asked her if she would like to have a ride home. And because it was raining, and she was not wise she said yes."
"Stop…please."
"You took her back to her house and invited yourself in."
"Stop!"
"And then you raped her. You sick bastard."
Funny how we never saw that intern again, for she committed suicide a couple days after the crime. That's the way the cookie crumbled. She was only 19…
"Get out! Get out of my office!"
I left his office satisfied. I had served Samael well. I knew he would be pleased.
Author's Note: Okay that's it for right now. I should put more up later. Hopefully I will have all chapters up by the end of this year. Review and let me know what you think!