GRUEBERFEST '07- Madness Blinks an Eye (357 hits)
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Submitted by Mayh3m (View user info) at 2007-10-04 05:20:24 EDT
"None of this is happening. None of it has happened. We've discussed this many times before"
I keep telling you it has, I've given you intimate details, what more do you want?
"Alright, well, tell me again. Just the most recent one."
It begins in a room. There's so much noise, I can't understand what's going on. In one corner, a pink chair, and in another a blue chair, but they don't say for whom. A voice booms GET UP. I rise, and the man takes a seat in the pink chair. I'm shaking, my palms are sweaty, and his body covers the only light in the room. I can only see the white in his eyes now. In his right hand is a hammer, and I know his intent. I yell "Kara, stay away from me!" and attempt to get up- but it's too late. He's already started. As the blows hit my head, I see green, hear nothing, and feel only a pinch. That's when I wake up.
"That's when you called the cops?"
Yes, I told them I committed a murder. There's complete silence on the other line, and...Well, you know the rest. I can't get them to believe me, I can't get them to understand I am doing these things. No surprises there I suppose, the system's been flawed for so long they probably don't even know what a true crime is. Bastards. I handed them to very weapon that was used, so they could test it like on those TV shows, but they just scoffed and drove away.
"What would they find on that hammer, if they tested it?"
Who knows, blood, hair, prints; they'd be able to put me away, so I can't do it again. I told them everything.
"So you are both people then? The man named Kara, and the victim?"
No. Only the victim- I don't know who the man is to be honest. I've never seen him before.
"Then why tell the cops it was you that did the murder?"
So I don't do it again.
"*Sigh*, Alright, well, our time is up for today. Same time, next week?"
No, I can't next Friday. Sorry.
"Well, just pick a day with the receptionist and we'll go from there."
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It was the same every sessions with Paul. He'd go in, with another dream of a different murder, a different way he was killed, and they all ended with him calling the cops. At this point, Dr. Lafoon had to suggest he disconnect his phone line, but it doesn't seem he listened. This particular session was a bit different, because he has never requested a change in schedule. Every Friday, it's another dream he wants to discuss, and they all end the same way. Dr. Lafoon asks him why he called the cops, and while the good doctor can clearly understand the contradiction, Paul cannot. Dr. Lafoon wouldn't understand why, not until that call he received Tuesday.
"Hello, Dr. Lafoon's office?....No, sir, I'm sorry he's in a session right now, can I take a message?.....Oooh kay...And your name? Paul? Alright sir, I will tell him, thank you"
45 minutes later, the receptionist gives Dr. Lafoon the message:
1057 Lonely Isle St- PH: 343-1236 Paul
*Ring* *Ring* "Yes Paul, it's Dr. Lafoon, is everything okay?
No, you need to come to the address I gave you, now.
"I'm sorry Paul, I don't make house calls. Why don't I schedule you for....Tomorrow, 12pm? My original patient cancelled."
That won't do- you need to come, now. I can't leave the house.
Dr. Lafoon sensed the dreams had given Paul a phobia of some sort. For some tragic reason, the doctor decided to make the exception and go talk to Paul.
As the doctor arrived, Paul noticed his house was messy, so he moved around some furniture and cleaned up the place. He put some coffee to boil, and waited for Dr. Lafoon to ring the doorbell.
*Ding-Dong*
Hello, doctor, thank you for coming. I'm sorry that I sounded to urgent on the phone, but I had another dream, and I needed you to hear it.
"That's quite alright Paul, but why did we have to meet here?"
It's the nature of my dream that will answer the question for you. May I go ahead and tell you, doctor?
"Sure, go right ahead."
The doctor took a seat, and Paul laid down, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.
This last dream finally pieced together what all the other dreams were trying to tell me. It begins with me making a call, to a close friend. I've seen this friend for as long as I can remember, and I do enjoy my time with him. His mother answers, and I ask her to allow him to come play with me. He arrives, and we play the usual games we always play. My parents, as you know, were never around to care for me, so I'm making myself something to eat and my friend joins me in the kitchen. He's taller, a bit older than me, and very much smarter than me. He's too smart, in my eyes. As I'm making the meal, I take the skillet and begin beating him with it. I know he's going to hurt me, in some way, with that intelligence of his. Time has no meaning at this point, and I beat him so long that the tea I was making long ago boiled over. The pan is red, and the floor is covered in his goo. *Laughs* Haha, goo, that's the best word I can use to describe it. I look at that smart brain of his, and it doesn't look so deadly outside his skull. He can't control me any longer. I'm free to have other friends now- I'm free to eat both meals, and I can tell you I was very much famished at this point. I wash off the skillet, sit down, eat my meal, and it's delicious. I swallow the last piece, and as it slips down my throat, this is how it ends.
"I see. So, unlike the other dreams, you were in fact the one committing the killing this time, correct?"
No sir, I was still the victim. What makes this dream different is that I fought back. I didn't let that brain of his turn me into his prey. That is what makes this one different.
"Who is the friend, Paul?"
Hm. You'll have to wait for that one, it seems the coffee I put on is ready. I'll return shortly, did you want sugar with yours?
"No, black, thank you"
Thank you, doctor.
Dr. Lafoon looks around, and looks at his watch. It's 7 pm, meaning that the doctor is here on time and a half. It's getting dark outside, and he just hopes to wrap things up quickly. Dr. Lafoon loves to go home and spend time with his family, away from all the freaks, all the sicklys that come into his life day in and day out. He goes home and prays every night that no one in his family turns out the way people like Paul do. It's his only wish. Another 20 minutes pass, and Paul is still in the kitchen. Dr. Lafoon decides to check on him.
"Paul, are you alright over there?"
Yes sir, I'm doing quite fine. Sorry, I decided to make myself something to eat. Would you care for anything? I'd hate for you to go home to a cold meal- or worst, no meal at all.
"Uh, no thank you Paul. I do have to go soon, was there anything else you wanted to talk about? Also, why did we have to meet here?"
Say again, doctor? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you with the TV on? The TV turns on, an old movie is playing.
What are you doing?! Completing this mission
"Alright, Paul, if you're going to eat and watch TV, then I suppose our time is up.
Paul: SIT DOWN, Dr. Lafoon. I still have much to explain. You don't realize what a great grilled cheese sandwich I make. Doesn't it look quite good, doctor?
Dr. Lafoon: Look, Paul-
Paul: I asked you a question, doctor.
Dr. Lafoon: *deep gulp* Yes, Paul, it looks good.
Paul: Damn right. I've come to recognize that, in all the dreams, I'm the one that's wrong. I'm the one that's committing the acts of violence, and playing these games in my head. Now, as long as they remain only in my head, they have no meaning, and no one listens to me, is that right doctor?
Dr. Lafoon: W-Well, yes Paul, there is nothing that has been done to anyone.
Paul: Do you still have all the names I gave you, in all the dreams, of the people that were killing me? I know I can't see their faces, but I do know their names. How odd, is it not doctor? Why do you think I cannot see them, but I know them?
Dr. Lafoon: Maybe- um, maybe the act, that's being committed, is so sadistic and hurtful to you that you purposely forget their face, since if you knew what they looked like, you'd fear them. You are alright knowing their name, be-because-
Paul: Finish your thought doctor. Now
Dr. Lafoon: Yes, sorry. You know their name because there are many people with a similar name like that.
Paul: So strength in numbers, huh? *chuckles* That's a good theory doctor. I extend my hand, for a simple shake, to commend you. Paul stretches his hand. Shake it.
"It's quite alright Paul"
It's apparent the doctor is very afraid. It's almost 8pm, and very dark outside now. Paul's trying to tell the doctor how sick of his life he is, and all the doctor can do is count his blessings? I'm waiting for you to shake my hand, doctor. Why are you resisting? I don't even think about such trivial things like 'shaking hands', so do it and be done with it.
*Shakes Paul's hand*
This time it's time to remain here. I see you watching the television. Stop looking. You see, doctor, the reason this last dream cleared it all up is because I was indeed the victim in each dream. You were wrong. With all your school, with all your knowledge- Stop trying to break free of my hand. You're missing my point, doctor- with all those "smarts" you never quite understood why I said I was the one being subjected to the torture, yet also said I was the one doing the killing. I'm about to show you, and tell you why. Look to your left, and you'll see my closet door is open, what do you see inside that closet, doctor?
"Um...I-I-I see...Two chairs, a blue one....a pink...one"
A blue one for little guys, and a pink one for little girls. Do you recall our last session? I'm sure you do. They'll be put to use soon. I told Kara to stay away from me, but she doesn't listen. I told those cops to put me away, but they didn't listen. I tell them things, and they've made me a victim of this dark fate. In addition, I just told you my last dream, and you did nothing but sit there, waiting for your coffee. I paced back and forth for 20 minutes, waiting for you to realize what anyone with even half a fucken brain would.
"What's-What's that, Paul?"
As always, you're the listener. You're pale hand has turned magenta, is my grasp too hard, doctor? I apologize for the bruising. I've got your attention, haven't I? That TV screen has become obsolete. Let's stand up. Get Up. The doctor's cries grow louder, then *CRASH*, the tower that was a man falls to the floor. Paul grabs the doctor by his hair, which blonde color is stained red from the newly open wounds. The doctor, dazed and confused, glances at Paul. Paul speaks, and from the madness Paul blinks an eye.
The dream I told you was the last dream I will ever have, but killing you is the first murder I'll ever commit. This is how it ends. Paul smashes Dr. Lafoon's face with a nearby skillet, and their session is over.
I never had another bad dream
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Submitted by ColchesterDr (user info) at 2007-10-07 13:16:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-10-06 21:46:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Sound fx, typos and formatting could have killed this, but it was still pretty good. Sort of had an old-time radio play vibe to it.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-05 12:24:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by wrinklebeast (user info) at 2007-10-04 20:35:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Too many typos, but overall this was pretty good.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-10-04 18:41:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2007-10-04 17:25:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-10-04 17:06:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I have come back with a +2 - this really should have been rated more often.
You go Mario.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-10-04 12:42:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Formatting issues aside, this was very good.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-10-04 11:40:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What hour_man said about the speech marks....otherwise, great read. I dig psychological thrillers.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-04 10:50:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-10-04 10:30:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I fully intend to never make house calls.
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Me neither.
What hour_man said about the speech marks....otherwise, great read. I dig psychological thrillers.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-10-04 10:30:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I fully intend to never make house calls.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2007-10-04 09:30:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very pleasent. A couple of formating issues, but you don't give yourself enough credit.
The only thing I'd say, is if you're not going to use speech marks for Mr Mc Crazy, then at least make it seperate from the normal narrative.
Still, very good.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-10-04 09:06:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I really enjoyed this. I liked the buildup, and it had great suspense.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-10-04 05:59:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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