Insanity

A Story by caitlinrosecyr

Dark clouds were scattered among the skies with the occasional bolt of lightening and roll of thunder. The wind shook the trees violently, branches snapping with each gust.

My mother had left on vacation nearly a month ago and still hadn’t returned. There were messages from her office on the answering machine, I had called back every day saying she was sick and wouldn’t make it into work.

I shook my head gently, trying to shake the noise from my ears. The noise has been buzzing through my head for days. It was getting louder with each day and I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus. It was driving me insane.

The power flickered, then disappeared completely. There were already candles lying around on the floor, and I lit each of them before I took the jar of paint from the shelf and painted the walls and floor with letters and symbols before I passed out.

And the noise. It was louder. I picked up a book, then tossed it on the floor when I couldn’t focus on a word it said. Then I had one of my fits.

Shaking violently, twitching, and screaming. The cup beside me tipped over and shattered on the floor, turning to beautiful crystals. Then the shaking became less violent before stopping completely.

I laughed. The sky was dark. I laughed louder and couldn’t stop. And the noise grew louder and I took the paint from where I had left it and twirled my fingers in it. And painted more.

I entered the kitchen and saw someone sitting at the table. I had company.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t know you were there. I’ll make dinner and we’ll have a nice chat, yeah?”

When they didn’t respond, I went about cooking. While I was chopping away, I said; “How’s your husband?” I dropped the knife. “Dead? What do you mean he’s dead? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Aren’t feeling too well are you? You haven’t ate a bite. That’s okay, your husband died recently, I understand.” It was all fine and lovely until they called me a rude name. And I kicked them out.

The noise became louder and the sky darker. I began to shake violently again. This time it was different. There were images flashing this time.

“Stop! Stop!” I cried out, shaking violently as ever. Tears were streaming down my face.

What was wrong with me? My mom left me, and my dad left me. There has to be something wrong with me. Everyone leaves. No one ever stays.

I flung the door open and dragged my guest back in. “Wait until you see the changes I’ve made to the basement.” I brung them along, and their feet made thudding noises as we descended the stairs.

Their jaw dropped with the amazement of my basement changes. I directed them to sit on the old bench that my great-grandfather had made.

“My great grandfather built that bench you’re sitting on. He and my great-grandmother fell in love when they were both young. They married and had my grandfather, and he later had my father. When my great-grandmother died, my great grandfather was insane.”

“ He put a bullet through his head at the age of 38. He also killed my great-grandmother. He had gone psychotic and killed her, then himself. It’s a genetic thing, I guess. It went to my grandfather and my father, but they had the medicine and help to keep them from doing anything.” I sighed deeply. “It’s only in the males. None of the female kin have noticeably gone insane.”

Well, except for you, obviously.

“What do you mean ‘except for me’?”

You’re obviously insane.

“No, I’m not insane! I’m not, I’m not, I’m not!” I screamed. I was shaking again, tears were going down my face, I couldn’t hear or see anymore. It felt like my brain was melting. The pain. The noise. The body convulsions.

I told you that you were. Look at you. Look how you convulse and writhe in pain. Look at you. You’re a monster.

I tried to reprimand them, but I couldn’t, my voice wasn’t working. Something was pressing hard on my vocal chords. And it wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop the shaking, the searing pain behind my eyes, swallowing every single bit of me.

I didn’t remember anything. I had woken up in a small room, which was white and incredibly clean. There was a blanket wrapped tightly around me, and it’s the most warmth I had felt since my mother had left. It was almost terrifying how much I could feel. And the noises, they were gone. And the pain was gone too.

And when I left the room, it was perfect. It was nearly a replica of my house, but much brighter and happier, and no strange paintings on the wall. My mother and father would sitting on a couch. They turned and the happiness and warmth in their eyes turned cold and detached. Any happiness I felt had faded.

“Go to the table.” I followed instructions. There was a book placed on the table. Dealing with the Afterlife.

“Wha-what? I’m dead? I died?” My hands were shaking and I lost the grip on the book.

“Yes, you put a razor to your wrists, then a gun in your mouth-”

“Stop! I couldn’t have died.”

“Well, you did.”

“Where did you guys go when I needed you?”

“We were in the basement…”

“In the basement? That’s your excuse?”

“Sit down.”

“Why?”

“Sit down.”

Deceased Girl Number One Suspect in Three Murders

Husband and wife Christopher and Janet Lovett, 48 and 45 years old, along with their daughter, Carleigh Lovett, 10 years old, have not been seen in their town for a month. It was believed that they may have moved to another location, with their other daughter, Elizabeth, 17 years old. But there had been no record of school transfer papers or any other record had been able to prove the theory. Elizabeth, had actually phoned the office that her mother worked at multiple times, saying that her mother was sick and would not make it into work, from their phone telephone.

Monday night, neighbors were awakened by agonizing screams, and called the police. When the neighbors had broken down the front door, they found a mess of symbols painted on the wall, along with broken drinking glasses, and a repulsive smell. The screams were coming from the basement.

Upon entering the basement they came upon a gory scene. Three rotting corpses and they oldest of the Lovett children, with a gun to her head. Before being given the chance to try to stop her, she fired off two shots.

It is assumed, at the current time, that Elizabeth had murdered her parents and sister at least a month ago. Police are currently investigating the crime scenes and searching for a murder weapon.

Elizabeth Lovett was pronounced dead at 11:17 PM at the scene of her death. More information will be released as it’s found.