Marvellous Book Of Horror

Paranoia

Let me tell you an anecdote, one that's marked my life and will probably open your eyes wide open after hearing me out. So, it was October —Halloween to be more precise— kids running house to house asking for candies, dressed as silly things like superheroes or old monsters that no one finds scary anymore, you know, the usual thing. I was walking, downtown, with my girlfriend. We had been invited to this stupid party. She loved costumes, so she dressed like Harley Queen and I simply took a hockey mask, the cheapest Jason costume you could ever think of.

To make a long story short, we went there, got drunk and then it happened. I heard some gunshots and screams. The first thing that crossed my mind was that probably some jerk was trying to scare someone or just wanted to get some chicks. How wrong I was. You likely won't believe what I'm about to say, but the screams went wild, people running everywhere, some others crying and begging for help...
You surely have guessed where this is going by now, right? Zombies. I know it sounds crazy and that the news channels say something else, and that it was my doing. But it is not. I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!

However, as I was saying, I ran upstairs with my girl, we got into this bedroom and holed up, hoping that nobody or nothing would find us. There we found the gun that probably caused the gunshots that we had heard before, I held it and checked it. it was a Ruger Redhawk, how did I know? My father gave me one, two years ago, before he died. It had two bullets in the chamber.

At first, I thought that, perhaps, I could use it only in case they wanted to get inside the room, but then I realized that even if I used only one bullet, the noise would attract more zombies. So, I reached a conclusion, the only one that could've been done in that situation if they found us: suicide. I prayed that it wouldn't be the case, that the national army or police officers or somebody well-armed would find us.
But no, none of those things happened; except that, THEY did.

They started to bang the door over and over and over again. Those lousy screams were so terrible, and it felt as if they were calling out my name. My girlfriend's blood was running cold. Her face was so pale that, for one second, I thought she had already died. I held her closer and whispered, "everything is going to be fine honey". Such a stupid lie, I couldn't even believe it myself, I had already peed my pants and still had the damn courage to lie? I knew what I had to do, so I did. The gun was loaded, all I had to do was to aim it at her head and pull the trigger. It sounded way too easy, and so it was. I aimed at her head and BANG! She was gone, but safe. They would never get her, I saved her from suffering, I SAVED HER SOUL.
Now, it was my turn, the banging was harder, the noise, the voices, everything made me feel nervous. I pointed the revolver at me, and BANG! Just when I was about to pull the trigger, the door fell to the ground and they yelled at me, they arrested me and put the blame on me! And my gun had disappeared, it had fucking vanished! What the heck just happened? How was I supposed to know that they weren't zombies? That they were cops? They brought me here, they said, "You're crazy kiddo, you just killed all those 40 people. How could you have done that?" I had no gun! I tell you that I'm innocent! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! GET ME OUT OF HERE! IT WAS THE DRINKS, RIGHT? I KNEW IT, HAHAHAHA I'M NOT CRAZY AT ALL!

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Dr Uldozesi: The patient declared having had some drinks, and that he was armed. That solves everything. He got drunk and drugged himself with something called Angel Dust, as the toxin tests have confirmed. The question is if he got that before the party or during it. If it was before the party we've got to find out when and where. But if he got it during the party then we can confirm that the patient suffers from dementia, to be more specific, paranoia, and if it was during the "blowout", then we still need to find the dealer of person who gave him those drugs. This girl he talked about... we found her beside him, she's not his girlfriend; in fact, she's the only victim he did not kill. She died weeks ago, committed suicide. Her story was on the news, the poor girl suffered bullying from other students and his step-father violated her. This means that he somehow got her body out of the grave... And, back to our suspect, when officers found him, he was pointing his hand at his head, as if it was a gun. Some people just simply should never use drugs...