Epilogue

After the death of the Doctor's wife, a series of murders of murders followed. Were they connected? Doctor thinks otherwise, but something happens that might change his opinion.

Epilogue

“So, two in one night?” asked Inspector Das as he entered through the door which had ‘Doctor Arvind Desai’ as its nameplate.

“Yes sir, the doctor and D’Souza. Dr. Desai had returned from D’Souza’s party, where the latter met his tragic end. We believe the doctor was killed soon after he reached home.” replied the sub-inspector who was already on the scene and was ready with his report. Inspector Das looked at the corpse of the doctor lying on the floor with sorrow.

“This is the first time the killer has committed two murders in one night sir”

“Are we certain that this is linked with all the other killings?” enquired the inspector.

“Similar blade, similar stabs at the abdomen. It’s quite clear sir.” replied his subordinate.

“Alright then file this case along with the one happened earlier this morning, the D’Souza one-”

“You really have to see this sir.” interrupted one of the officials who was inspecting the house since an hour or so. “We found this diary in a drawer of the shelf near the bathroom door. It has the doctor’s personal thoughts and encounters with his patients.”

“What’s so special about it that I need to take a look. Probably would have some psychological theories that I wouldn’t even be able to comprehend.” said the inspector with a grin as he opened the diary.

The diary had a day to day record of the doctor’s life, written by himself. The consistent everyday entry in the diary was stopped after a certain days into September. That was when his wife died. A few blank pages later there were entries on specific dates. Upon reading one of the entry the inspector asked his subordinate for the dates of the killings that had taken place after the death of the doctor’s wife in September. Every single date read out by the subordinate matched with the date of entry and every entry described how the writer had killed a certain person. The writing was casual, as if the writer was confessing about eating deep fried food while being on a diet and expressing the satisfaction about the same.

The following are entries from the diary which were presented in court in the next week.

 

Date and Time of Event: Night of Dec 7^th

I remember standing at the entrance of my building tonight. It was too dark, not sure what hour it was. There was a rush of urgency, I could feel it. I was restless. Why wasn’t I asleep?

I made my way into the road and followed it all the way. A light in one of the houses made me stop. There was someone inside. I made my way towards the house. A lady came out, probably to throw out the trash. It was Mrs. Shetty. Nice Lady. She walked a few yards away from the house to the spot where other trash bins were lying. I felt an urge running through my spine. The adrenaline rush. It was something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I followed her back till she was in the parking lot of her house. I was right behind her and she didn’t even notice. I grabbed her mouth with my left hand and sliced her neck with the knife I held in my hand. She was struggling to escape my grip. I laid her down carefully. She was finding it hard to scream, every attempt made more blood ooze from the wound. There was a feeling of content, a certain satisfaction as I saw her slowly give up hope. She was fainting. I got down and stabbed her in the abdomen. The shock of being stabbed repeatedly made her scream. I could feel her pain with a sense of relief of my own as I pierced the blade into her abdomen one last time. I was standing on top of her cold and lifeless corpse with a grin and a sense of pleasure. My head felt clearer. I made my way home. Took a bath and now shall lay to sleep.

 

Date and Time of Event: Night of Dec 13^th

Something was not quite right. I was a long way from my new home. Probably in the vicinity of my old one. Nevertheless I clenched my fist around the blade I had in my hand. The same urge. The same rushing of thoughts. The excitement. Now this was a part of me. I could feel it. It was my sport. My hobby. Tonight I knew who I was going to play with. The streets were silent. There he was, Anshuman Pawar. Returning from an evening with his friends. I must’ve followed him. I waited till he reached his house on the first floor. Almost as if I knew, I anticipated him to open up the window to his bedroom. Once the lights went off in his room I felt the same adrenaline rush as I climbed up to the window by climbing onto a car and then onto the ledge of the window. I found myself in the room of this young boy. He was sleeping on his bed. As I came closer to him, he just opened his eyes, as if he expected me. Probably he wasn’t asleep in the first sleep. This turn of tables made me even more excited. The boy was about to shout as I covered his mouth with my hand covered in his blanket, muffling his scream. I had stab him first. It ruined the sport. But he won’t stop struggling. I had to make him stop. A few blows to his right side made him a little quiet but he won’t stop trying to scream. I ran my knife over his neck in one blow. This one was deeper than the earlier one. The struggle made me apply more force. The boy’s screams were turned into silent gags as blood spurted out of his throat. What a spoilsport the boy was. Ruined the whole routine. It made me feel gleeful, to watch him suffer in pain. Part of me wanted to let him leave like that, he broke the rules after all. But it’s a game, and I can’t break the rules. I stabbed him repeatedly until he lay on his bed still as a wooden log. Lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. The bed was messy, I can’t leave him in this condition. No, it’s a sport and one must respect the other party, even if they were losing. I tucked him in gently and wished him good night, as I made my way back out of the window. I reached home, cleaned the blade, took a well deserved relaxing shower and will now go to sleep. It was quite a difficult game today.

 

Date and Time of Event: Night of Dec 19^th

It was quite an evening at D’Souza’s villa. Great liquor, good food, everything was perfect. Still there was no flavor. I thought maybe a cigarette would do the trick. So I went out, found the valet, got my car keys from him. Before I could make way to my car I saw a light in the bedroom of the first floor and someone moving inside. The same old urge took over my mind. I knew what I needed to get my mood back. I climbed up a small platform and into the room. There he was, Mr. D’Souza, acknowledging himself in the mirror. I could sense the excitement rise up in my mind. I knew what I was going to do I felt the same adrenaline rush once again. Taking out the blade from the inner pocket of my coat I crept up behind him, I felt the adrenaline rush in my brain. In one go, I grabbed him from behind and before he could utter any word, run the knife on his throat. Before he could comprehend anything, he was lying on the floor, holding his throat as blood spurted out from the cut. His gagging sound could hardly be heard beyond the bedroom door. His eyes met mine, I could sense the horror in them, or was it disbelief. I couldn’t tell. He tried to move, grabbed me by the leg. Pushing his hand aside, I got on top of him and pierced the blade through his garments which were covered by the blood gushing from his throat. As the blade made its way through his outfit and into his flesh, he let out a squeal. I think it was a scream, but the cut on his neck made him unable to speak. The first stab always requires more force, once the puncture hole is made, then it’s just repetition. Every blow gave me sense of emotional satisfaction that I had experienced only on certain other occasions. His layered clothing stopped the blood from gushing out, but made sure my hands got a shade of maroon on them. That could’ve been easily taken care of in the bathroom. After a few blows, the man stopped struggling and eventually lay still.  Looking at the dead man on the floor made me relaxed. My mind was in a state of calm, as if someone had cleared out all thoughts from my head. It felt good. But I couldn’t leave him just lying on the floor, no. A corpse must be honoured. He had a sword hanging on the wall next to his bed. I pinned him against the wall, took a stool from nearby and made him stand on it, then with great effort pierced the sword through his chest, probably adding another puncture hole to the already existing ones. I picked up my blood stained blade and placed it in my coat’s inner pocket. There was no time to clean it. I took one last look at the room to make sure everything was in place, and left through the path I came in. I made my way to my car with a sense of content and a relaxed mind.

 

Date and Time of Event: Early in the morning on Dec 20^th

There was nothing I could do. It came to me all at once. Thoughts racing with each other. Sudden realisations. Everything made sense to me now. The sleepless nights. The sudden feelings of calm and relaxation. It was me. It has always been me. My thoughts. And now there is one last event left before all of this ends. Today will be the last day of Doctor Arvind Desai. I shall take care him. It has to be me. I can feel the urge. The same temptation. It needs to be done. And then I shall go back to sleep.

Author's Note

This is my first ever story here.
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