I'm in room 327 of the Ramada Inn. South Dakota.
I tried running. I can't run anymore.
The Wind's outside.
The Wind's angry.
The Wind took the shape of a great tornado.
I'm sorry, Wind.
You wanted to give me a feeling.
You wanted to make me follow you... you coerced me through these Images.
I'm not doing this anymore.
Wind?
Honey?
...we need to talk.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Apparition
I got a fairly cheap apartment. $225 a month, expenses included. I am- was- working as a clerk in the nearby records office. Bland, lifeless job, but it paid well enough.
I changed my face. Shaved the beard, dyed my hair. I'm even wearing colored contacts to change my eye color. All possible charges were dropped. They said both Crawford and Annette died in an accident involving a tornado. I don't know how the Wind covered up a gunshot... no. Not that name... well.. it doesn't matter now.
It was only five hours ago... I heard a ringing on the apartment doorbell... I looked through the peephole. I saw my eldest child Jeannie. I didn't wonder how they found me. Until too late.
I opened the door. She was just smiling there.
It was unnerving.
Then her mouth opened wide.
Immensely wide.
Wide enough to cover the area where her face should be. Then a very powerful vortex tried to suck me in... suck me into this... strange... I don't even know what.
I forget how I escaped.
Back door.
Was it?
Yeah, it was the back door.
Somehow made the way to my car. Started driving.
Any direction.
Preferrably outside of tornado alley.
I changed my face. Shaved the beard, dyed my hair. I'm even wearing colored contacts to change my eye color. All possible charges were dropped. They said both Crawford and Annette died in an accident involving a tornado. I don't know how the Wind covered up a gunshot... no. Not that name... well.. it doesn't matter now.
It was only five hours ago... I heard a ringing on the apartment doorbell... I looked through the peephole. I saw my eldest child Jeannie. I didn't wonder how they found me. Until too late.
I opened the door. She was just smiling there.
It was unnerving.
Then her mouth opened wide.
Immensely wide.
Wide enough to cover the area where her face should be. Then a very powerful vortex tried to suck me in... suck me into this... strange... I don't even know what.
I forget how I escaped.
Back door.
Was it?
Yeah, it was the back door.
Somehow made the way to my car. Started driving.
Any direction.
Preferrably outside of tornado alley.
She Knew
Annette called me, telling me it was urgent.
I came back to the house. She was standing there... a cell phone in one hand and my single barrel shotgun in the other. Annette... she said she called the police. She read my blog.
While I was gone she sneaked onto the computer and took a look at my computer. She thought I was somewhere in the Dark Net, looking at the drug sites. No. She found my blog. And everything in it.
The Wind helped me silence her. The Wind conjured a twister to help me. It hurt to kill her. Annette knew about my initial problem- Annette... Annette worked at the halfway house I stayed at to recover from my addiction. She helped me take those first steps away from crank... but I didn't want to die. And the Wind promised me riches. I'm sorry, Annette. You were a victim of my foolishness... and I am so sorry I never talked about you. I thought the story should just have stayed between us. But it's over now. The Wind is not a part of my life anymore.
So the wind conjured a twister, that picked the shotgun out of her hand, dropped it in a nearby field. Then the Wind started sending the twister through Crawford's one-story ranch, turning the small, yellow eyesore into a pile of timbers flying through the air. I picked up the shotgun. And I pulled the trigger.
Next I woke up, it was somewhere fairly far from my home. I ventured 50 miles all the way to Omaha. I don't know how... maybe The Wind picked me up and dropped me in its cyclone... but I'm not ever going to talk about the Wind again... no. I'm running. I'm not letting this feeling get the better of me.
I came back to the house. She was standing there... a cell phone in one hand and my single barrel shotgun in the other. Annette... she said she called the police. She read my blog.
While I was gone she sneaked onto the computer and took a look at my computer. She thought I was somewhere in the Dark Net, looking at the drug sites. No. She found my blog. And everything in it.
The Wind helped me silence her. The Wind conjured a twister to help me. It hurt to kill her. Annette knew about my initial problem- Annette... Annette worked at the halfway house I stayed at to recover from my addiction. She helped me take those first steps away from crank... but I didn't want to die. And the Wind promised me riches. I'm sorry, Annette. You were a victim of my foolishness... and I am so sorry I never talked about you. I thought the story should just have stayed between us. But it's over now. The Wind is not a part of my life anymore.
So the wind conjured a twister, that picked the shotgun out of her hand, dropped it in a nearby field. Then the Wind started sending the twister through Crawford's one-story ranch, turning the small, yellow eyesore into a pile of timbers flying through the air. I picked up the shotgun. And I pulled the trigger.
Next I woke up, it was somewhere fairly far from my home. I ventured 50 miles all the way to Omaha. I don't know how... maybe The Wind picked me up and dropped me in its cyclone... but I'm not ever going to talk about the Wind again... no. I'm running. I'm not letting this feeling get the better of me.
That's It
I've had enough. No more.
Crawford was too much.
Nobody's suspecting anything... now.
Not now. No. He's always been quiet.
He'll just be... more quiet.
Still had to set it up.
Look like a wildcat or a bobcat or something came in and ripped him to pieces.
Hopefully nobody will find him for a few weeks.
Make it harder to determine.
...my wife's getting suspicious.
She finds me passed out... dazed in the field for hours.
She suspects me... not for the murder. No.
She thinks I'm using again.
No.
If only she knew.
...I need to go now. My wife says I have to take the kids to Aunt Jeanne's...
Crawford was too much.
Nobody's suspecting anything... now.
Not now. No. He's always been quiet.
He'll just be... more quiet.
Still had to set it up.
Look like a wildcat or a bobcat or something came in and ripped him to pieces.
Hopefully nobody will find him for a few weeks.
Make it harder to determine.
...my wife's getting suspicious.
She finds me passed out... dazed in the field for hours.
She suspects me... not for the murder. No.
She thinks I'm using again.
No.
If only she knew.
...I need to go now. My wife says I have to take the kids to Aunt Jeanne's...
I Need More
His cows are all dead. I gutted them all. Set it all up. Made it look like a wildcat or a coyote got in and slaughtered the lot of them.
If only he knew.
Hang on... the Wind is calling me...
I'll try to copy down the conversation as best as I can recall...
***
"Hey, Wind Lady..."
"Yes..."
"I can't do this to Mr. Crawford anymore."
"But... you... must... please..."
"I'm sorry. Please. What else can I take from him? What else do you want me to do- kill him?!"
"Yes."
"... the feeling. Will the feeling be there?"
"Beyond... wildest... dreaming..."
"Beyond... better than before?"
"Yes."
***
I have the garden claw. I have the knife. I need to make this look realistic.
...God help me...
If only he knew.
Hang on... the Wind is calling me...
I'll try to copy down the conversation as best as I can recall...
***
"Hey, Wind Lady..."
"Yes..."
"I can't do this to Mr. Crawford anymore."
"But... you... must... please..."
"I'm sorry. Please. What else can I take from him? What else do you want me to do- kill him?!"
"Yes."
"... the feeling. Will the feeling be there?"
"Beyond... wildest... dreaming..."
"Beyond... better than before?"
"Yes."
***
I have the garden claw. I have the knife. I need to make this look realistic.
...God help me...
Another Deed
The Wind came again. Her demands were much less pleasant than yesterday...
Farmer Crawford's cows. Kill them all.
I'm not going to ruin Farmer Crawford's livestock, too...
But I must.
If only to get that sensation one more time.
Just one more time.
Farmer Crawford's cows. Kill them all.
I'm not going to ruin Farmer Crawford's livestock, too...
But I must.
If only to get that sensation one more time.
Just one more time.
Fire
The firemen finally left. That was a long interrogation.
There was a huge fire in our back yard... it spread and destroyed all of Jericho Crawford's wheat. He may not be able to make up the damages this year. I can't help but feel it's my fault.
No.
It's not just a feeling.
It's fucking fact.
The firemen reported it as an accidental wildfire began, spread to the upturned tree, and the wind may have rolled the tree into the wheat. Not much- just a foot... but they say it was most likely a wildfire and that there are few signs of true arson.
God damn.
I need to talk to the Wind again.
There was a huge fire in our back yard... it spread and destroyed all of Jericho Crawford's wheat. He may not be able to make up the damages this year. I can't help but feel it's my fault.
No.
It's not just a feeling.
It's fucking fact.
The firemen reported it as an accidental wildfire began, spread to the upturned tree, and the wind may have rolled the tree into the wheat. Not much- just a foot... but they say it was most likely a wildfire and that there are few signs of true arson.
God damn.
I need to talk to the Wind again.
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