English Novel the Pyschomaniac

Sleepless night  exploration

Where was I ? What an awkward question to ask oneself. It shows a genuine lack of control on one's life : your actions have led you to some place you didnt want to go or you didnt know that it even existed. Pretty disturbing, isn't it ?

As I was walking, I couldn't help myself turning over, « Have I ever been here ? ». I was unable to think properly, my feelings were all mixed up, blurry. What time was it ? It could have been 04PM for all I know, it would have maken no difference whatsoever : the sky was utterly dark, as if someone had cast a shadow veil all over the city. But the moon was so bright and sparkling with pure white that its reflection on the signs and advertising boards was blinding me death. I was shivering with fear, where was I? I was walking down the street, surrounded by  big skyscrapers and big avenues streching out in the skyline, or what was left of it : it appeared to me that the sky had invaded the ground, you couldn't make out the skyline. There was no other person out on the streets, I was wandering in a lifeless city that looks familiar, but I wasn't that sure. Doubt, that stubborn thing inside you that keep existing no matter what, was killing my abilities to think. I was lost, discovering things like a beast you caught and put somewhere else, in a cage. My cage ? That gloomy city in the dark.

Eventually, I arrived at something that turned out to be a  park, its green streches rolling out under the sky, with some vertical shapes moving in a random pattern. Or were they trees ? My vision went blurred for a while, I couldn't make those out. While I was swiping everything around me with one glimpse,  I caught a motion behind a bunch of bushes. My blood instantly froze. Then, I heard someone giggle. Was my mind playing me some trick ? I decided to flee away, I was too scared to do something about it.

As I left this park behind me, I noticed a slight light in a house, filtering through the shutters. It was really slight, but the moon had been occulted by clouds, and it was the only light I could see. I speeded up my pace, aiming at one direction : the old, victorian house. As I was getting closer, I went more and more excited by meeting someone. Anyone, but someone. I rushed into the marble stairs and I hammered fiercly on the door. One time. Nobody came. Second time. Someone screamed. One cannot describe accurately the way it sounded : it was the scream of a wounded beast, howling to death with pain. It was like a lightning tearing the grisly silence of the night. I was covering my ears my hands, but it wasn't helping. It tore my soul apart, I started to feel some tingling in my right hand, as if I were on some powerful drugs.

When it ceased, I look around me : still no one out on the streets. Then I heard the dreadful giggling again. But this time, I was craving to seek the truth behind it, and I decided to check on the backyard, if there was any door I could go through. The grass was soft under my soles, and no one could possibly hear me. As I came close enough to see through the window, what I saw next was far beyond all I could have ever figured out. An italian style furnished living room. A lying corpse of a thirty year old women. It was all covered in blood and I couldn't see her face anymore, or better, all I could see was her skull : the whole skin had been neatly removed. The room was spattered with blood spaints, it must have been a massive rampage. I wasn't sure of what I saw next, the remaining memories weren''t linked to each other, they were merely like strobe light  flashes of what I had the chance to view: antlers on her head, she seemed  to have feet instead of her hands,...Dreadfully inhuman  and captivating at the same time. What's inhuman is a gateaway to the human mind, for the barbaric in it reveals the true nature of men. The exploration of that dark part of the human mind may be tough but results a enlightment to understand  human psychology The most intriguing part of it being that the inhuman is precisely human : in that murder case, it was pure art, for one must master skills and basically a encrypted message to deliver or feeling to express to achieve such an « act ». Hatred ? Angst of what comes next ? Strong will to chock ? Or pure amusement ? Human mind is such a wonderful, fascinating puzzle...