My name is Peter Evans, I am 29 years old and I just moved to a new town in the rural side because I wanted to change my work place and lifestyle. I used to be a party guy and I worked as the lawyer of a small company back in the city, but I realized there was a textile company looking for a lawyer here and I decided to give it a try and have a stable life along with a family of my own. I will get married in about 2 weeks with a wonderful woman named Christine, who I met at a family meeting one year ago; she is 24 years old and works as a secretary.
I have been having a lot of headaches lately, and my doctor doesn’t know what is wrong with me, so the only treatment I’m taking is aspirins. My mood has been really inconstant as well, but it must be the marriage nerves and excitement, I am finally getting married tomorrow.
I have been married for 3 months now and I’m very happy with my wife, my work is going great and I get well paid so we bought a big house, but the headaches are still there and my mood is getting more aggressive everyday; however, I’m working on it, since I don’t want to lose the relation I have with Christine, she is pregnant now and I am very excited because I’m going to be a father.
Three years have passed and I got two boys, Nathan and Robert. I have been very isolated from my family since about four months ago, because weird things are happening to me, I get mad over nothing and I don’t want my kids and wife to suffer the consequences. Christine and I are not the same anymore, we do not have the same communication as before and our relationship is breaking apart everyday. A week and a half ago, something terrible happened; somebody broke into our house, and killed one of the maids, apparently she was in the kitchen getting something to drink and as she saw the killer, she got murdered, however, that is a police theory since there was a broken glass of milk in the floor, they did not find the killing weapon. My family got so scared that I had to hire a security company so everybody feels comfortable again in that house.
I had some trouble at work, the company got sued and I lost the case so they wanted to fire me. I do not wish any bad to anyone but the boss died and I didn’t get fired. He was killed, the same way as the maid. Something terrible is happening in this town.
The days my boss and the maid died I had a nightmare showing me they were getting killed, however my first one was kind of blurry but in the second one I could see the shape and face of the killer; he was a man, tall and thin. When I saw his face, I got really scared and that is when I woke up. It was me!
The next day in the morning, I went to my bathroom and realized there was blood in the toilet; I opened the toilet’s water tank and I found a horrifying object! A knife saved in a plastic bag, it was full of blood. Only I go to that bathroom and I was very afraid it was me who killed them, but how? I do not remember anything. Was the dream actually reality?
My wife and I have the worst relationship ever, we do not even get to talk anymore and I have been very nervous about what I’m afraid I did. I go to work everyday from 8:00 am to 6:00 pm, but today, I was planning to come earlier because I was really tired; so I was leaving work at three in the afternoon, the kids were still at school, so the only person in the house was Christine. I wanted to surprise her, I bought her roses. As I entered our room I found out she was there, with another man. She was cheating on me.
My mood had been okay since a long time now, but as I saw her there I started feeling a headache and my mood suddenly changed to a very aggressive one. I wanted them to feel everything I was feeling in that moment. I hit Christine in her face which made her pass out; I got the knife out of my closet and stabbed it in the guy’s chest which instantly made him die. I tied my unfaithful wife up to the bed I started cutting her from her chest down, she was yelling and begging for me to stop, but I actually enjoyed her pain. I finally stabbed her straight to her heart and ended her life.
My headache stopped and my head hit the floor. I woke up 2 hours after that; I did not remember anything but the scene of watching Christine with another man and the dream I had which I suspect was actually the reality. I stood up and found her in the bed and next to her was the man. I soon realized I had killed them. I turned into a monster. I wrote everything I did up and asked the people who found everything out, to take the kids to my mom; a suicidal note I guess, I could not handle the guilt, I could not stand myself. I quickly went down to the leaving room to take the gun that was kept there and shot myself.
Some neighbor must have heard that and called the police, I did not die, but nowadays I’m locked up in four walls, where people say the crazy are kept. I’m not a crazy person but a monster that deserved to die.
