Eyes Of Death

Chapter 6

A voice, a voice, what the fuck is this voice. A screaming voice in my head that is not my own. What could this be. Is it good, is it bad.

"Get out of my head!" I scream.

I start running around my house trying somehow to get the goddamn voice out. It won't go. More and more screaming.

"You're a freak. No one loves you," the voice chuckles.

"Fuck you! I'm not a freak, and many people love me. Shut up!" I yell out loud to the voice.

"No one loves a killer, Henry. Your family will be most disappointed when they find out the horrible deeds you've done."

I hold my head. Scratching my finger nails into my head, and pulling at my trying to get the voice out.

"I set them free. They needed to be set free from this cruel world," I dig my finger nails deeper into my head feeling a warm liquid slowly leaking out. Blood.

The voice starts laughing loudly. Louder and louder each second it laughs.

"Goodbye, Henry we'll talk again soon," the voice says as it giggles slowly fading away.

After a couple seconds I take my hands off my head. I look, and see my hands are covered in blood. I feel my heart beating out of my chest, and my breath is out of control. I stumble up the stairs to the bathroom, fling open the door, and quickly turn on some water in the sink. I start splashing water on my face trying to rid of all the panic that is taking over me.

A couple seconds of splashing hand fills of water on my face, I stop for a second and look at my reflection in the mirror. I look tired, stressed, worried, and scared out of my mind. Which I was.

"Am I going crazy?" I ask myself in the mirror. "I can't be crazy, I can't be."

I start holding my head again as my thoughts drive me in a state of dizziness. The world around me starts spinning and reality is being torn apart me. Taking action I run out the bathroom almost tripping as I head down the steps to the kitchen. Swaying back and forth, I hurry into the kitchen and search for pills. It doesn't matter way kind, I just need something to calm me down, or block the pain, something.

Rummaging through my cabinets I find a couple bottles of pills, but can't read what they are for because of my now blurred vision. I open up the bottles and take a couple from each. Having trouble keeping them down because I took nothing with them, but just tossing them in my mouth and swallowing.

They seem to take effect after a couple minutes, and my vision is immensely better, and the dizziness is drastically reduced. I start to feel much better, and am able to finally calm down.

"What in the world was that," I close my eyes and rub my head processing everything.

Out of nowhere I get a knock on my door, and almost jump lot of my skin. My house was almost completely silent as is, and having a loud banging added was not the funniest thing to happen.

I head to the door, and take a couple seconds to recoup myself. Pulling myself back together a little bit I Open the door, I then see it's one of neighbors named Perry. She gives me a mixed look of happy, and concern.

"Hey, what's up, Perry?" I kindly say.

"Sorry to bother I just heard a lot of noise coming from here, like screaming? I don't know, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay," she tells me.

I quickly think of a lie I could tell her that she could believe.

"Uh, sorry, I was watching a scary movie and the sound on the television wouldn't stop turning up, and I finally figured out the problem."

She looked at me for a second studying my face. I don't know if she was looking for some source that I was making this up or not or what.

"Oh okay that makes sense," she laughs.

I let out a deep breath, and sigh in relief.

"I just thought something was happening to you, and you were in trouble."

"No, no I'm fine, just a stupid television," I chuckle.

"Sorry again for bothering you, just was worried."

"It's no biggie, glad you care. See you around."

"Bye," she smiles as she walks away.

I close the door, and slowly slide down it sorting on the ground. My skills for lying weren't anywhere near the best when it's in the moment, but she seemed to believe the stupid lie somehow. Putting my hands on my face, I rub my temples calming my thoughts down.

"You're not the brightest," the voice suddenly says.

"Go away," I loudly say.

"The woman isn't stupid, Henry, she saw the blood on your head. The rushed words, wiping got sweaty palms on your pants repeatedly. She knows something," the voice explains.

"No, no if that's true, then she'll have the police over here, or some sort of detective and I'm screwed," I feel myself losing sanity.

"Then bring her over here, and kill her before she has a chance to do that," a different much meaner, deeper voice says. "Go now, before it's too late."

Without a thought I quickly got up, opened up the door, and went outside. I saw Perry about to go inside her house.

"Perry, wait!" I yelled at her.

She was about to open up her door when she heard me call to her. Turning around she smiled at me. It was a odd thing how much she smiled. Was she friendly, or just smart enough to be "nice." Who knows.

"You should come inside for some coffee. I thought I'd be a nice neighbor," I explain to her.

"Well, that sounds lovely, thank you," she says as she starts walking back over.

She walks back over to my house where I greet her once again, and lead her into my house. We enter the kitchen, and I make some coffee and we sit down and talk. What she doesn't know is that her life is coming short. Nothing she can, nothing she could say to stop it, it is going to happen. Poor choice she made coming over here. Should of just ignored the screams and let some other unlucky soul check. What a shame this is.

After she finishes her coffee, and our chat comes to a end she tells me this was fun, but she better go. I tell her to stay just for a couple minutes because I have something to show her in the basement. Agreeing, I lead her down the stairs to the basement where no one will hear it her ever again.