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The Hidden Killer in Me

Written by Ktone

A few years ago I had a dream so disturbing that I actually was scared that I could be capable of dreaming something so wrong. Here’s how it went.

I was basically myself, a young entrepreneur living in the suburbs of a quaint town in Vermont.  One day I heard some commotion coming from my neighbor’s house, it was the cops questioning my neighbor about a missing person. I listened in and my heart started racing because I felt like I was going to be caught.

I sat down in my office chair and tried to remember the night before, what did I do? My mind was cloudy but I had a sudden vision of myself putting bloody clothes in a black trash bag.  I came out of my daydream and knew that I must have done something last night and the drinking caused me to block the memory out.

Oh my God! What the F#$% did I do last night, I thought to myself. I began pacing around my house trying to put together everything that happened. I remembered going to a local bar and drinking there for a bit. Then I remembered running into some gentlemen that claimed he knew me, but I couldn’t quite picture his face. Next I remembered that I drove some strange car to a remote location that had some sort of lake.

I continued to pace as my neighbor and the detectives continued to talk. I began worrying that I left clues at the crime scene. I sat down again and tried my hardest to recollect as much as I could.

Last night before I left for the bar, I spoke to my neighbor Jeff telling him that I’m going to Kurby’s bar. So now I knew that Jeff knows my whereabouts last night. I remember that I did something bad because I had a vision of a black trash bag with bloody clothes.

The thought of the trash bag made me incredibly nervous again about what I might have done and I began pacing all around the house when I noticed muddy foot prints going into my laundry room.

Walking into the laundry room I saw mud and red smears on the washer so I opened it up. Inside I found a pair of jeans and a white shirt that had red blood stains all over it that didn’t wash off.

I sat down in the laundry room and began plotting what I should say to the detectives if they come knocking on my door. What can I tell them, I don’t even know what I did.

I loosely tilted my head back and the back of my head hit the wall pretty hard. All of the sudden I began to experience a flash back of last night.

I was at the bar talking to this guy and he claimed that he had evidence against me that could put me behind bars for many years. I was furious with him but played it cool and told him that I don’t know who he is or what he’s talking about. He began talking about some murder and he said that he knows that I was involved. I told him to go f$#$ himself and stormed out of the bar.

In my car I sat and thought about what he said. The alcohol took over my sanity and I began plotting revenge against this person who claims he’s going to put me in jail for murder. I remembered I had a stolen 9mm in my glove compartment and decided to kidnap the assh0le and teach him to keep his mouth shut.

I waited for 1 hour with each minute causing me to feel more rage towards the person who threatened my freedom. At 1am sharp the guy walked out of the bar and started walking towards his car which was about 3 cars away from mine. I walked out of my car and quickly ran towards him.

Hi buddy, remember me? I said. Let’s go for a ride together to talk about our differences. He opened his door and sat into his car while I knocked the pistol against the window so that he would open my door.

He opened my door and I sat inside with a devilish grin planted on my face. At this point it’s as if the alcohol completely took over my body. So buddy, let’s head out to one of my favorite spots, I said.

I began directing him to an old fishing hole where I once went to with my dad when I was 7 years old. Once we got there I told him to step out.

He began pleading for his life and that’s when I realized that I was going to kill him. It’s strange but up and to that point I thought I was just going to beat him silly a little.

Please don’t kill me I won’t tell anyone anything, he said. Well buddy, that’s not what you said in the bar, you said that you’re going to put me away for murder, remember?

Please, please, don’t kill me I have a family, a wife and a daughter. Sorry buddy, but you’re too much of a risk now. That’s when he started running into the woods.

I ran after him and cocked the 9 back during the chase. I fired one round and hit him in the left leg. But he was a fighter; he kept running even though I could see that he was in a lot of pain.

Buddy, I know your leg hurts and I know you won’t be able to run far. He cried out animalistically and continued to run and hobble away from me as I slowed down to a fast walk.

I fired another round and hit him in the right shoulder. He screamed and I screamed back saying “Now I didn’t ask you to come threaten me today, did I? No! you did it all on your own. You know buddy, sometimes you just cross the wrong person and the game is over, this is that time buddy, it’s your time to sleep.”

He ran frantically while gasping and groaning like a barbarian, I knelt down on one knee and fired two rounds towards the center of his back. Thump, thump!

His body hit the ground and I walked up towards him. Hey buddy, you still alive? I heard nothing but knew I couldn’t risk him living. I turned him over and noticed his white shirt had blood stains coming from the lower abdomen. Now, now, buddy, I don’t know if you’re pretending but this is the last call.

The guy screamed “No”, as I shot him once in the heart and his body became limp.

I poked him with my shoe and didn’t get any response. All of the sudden the reality of the situation washed into my mind and I began thinking about the getaway.

I decided to grab him and put him into the trunk of his car. That’s how I got blood all over my shirt and jeans. I carried him on my shoulder to his car and put him inside.

Now, sitting in his car I decided to start driving away from the scene because of all the shots I fired. The area was remote but someone could have heard the shots and screams.

On the drive I remembered a bridge only couple of towns over that traversed across some very fast moving rapids. I drove to the bridge and threw Buddy over the edge.

His lifeless body plopped into the water and quickly was whisked away by the current. I ran to the other side of the bridge to see it go down the river in the moonlight.

Click! I snapped out of my daydream and realized that I killed someone! What the hell, I ruined my life because I got drunk?

I looked out the window and noticed the detectives still talking to my neighbor Jeff. I decided to burn the clothes. But then I realized that the smell of the smoke will get the attention of the neighbor and the detectives.

I was really worried about what to do and that’s when the doorbell rang.

I walked to the door and opened it up. Hi Mr. Heally we were just talking to your neighbor and we understand that you went to Kurby’s last night. Well yes I did, why do you ask? Well what time did you leave last night? I left Kurby’s at 12, why did something happen?

The detectives told me that their looking for one of their detective partners and they haven’t heard from him since last night. Well I don’t know what to tell you guys, I went there for a few drinks then I went for a long ride to clear my mind. I didn’t get home till 4am.

That’s where my dream ended but I had many reoccurring dreams where I feared being arrested for murder in them after this initial dream.  This was the first dream that I had where I actually killed someone. It was strange and I even felt strange about it the next day. I really haven’t told many people about the dream because it’s creepy… What would you say if your friend told you he had a dream about murdering someone?

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