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Corey MorrisThe beautiful woman laid her head on the man's shoulder. The man thought about the horror movie he had just watched the night before, and a thought of slicing off her head danced through his wandering mind. There was the knife, so do it, he said to himself. He reached over for the knife, but right then his wife jumped up and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." She slowly walked up the stairs to the bathroom. While she was there, the man cleared off the table. Just then, there was a bright light. The man shielded his eyes, but it was no use. The light was too bright. When he woke up, he was in a strange, dark place. There was a voice talking to him, but it wasn't clear enough to hear what was being said. The voice was low and very horrifying. After a few moments, the voice was very clear. "KILL YOUR WIFE!" Over and over, it kept repeating. The man was terrified. Then came the bright light again. It was so bright! The man woke up again, and he was in his bed, and his wife was lying beside him. There was a slight problem, however. She was covered in blood! When the man reached see if she was okay, but her skin fell off! His wife's body rose up rapidly, and he heard the voice again! It said, "Why did you do this to me? I have always loved you, so why did you kill me?" The man screamed in terror from the top of his lungs! No! No! When he awakened, his wife was shaking him. It was all a bad dream. He reached over and hugged her. He promised her that he would never hurt her.
The next day, the man was working in his office. An electronic mail message flashed on his computer screen. It said on the top, ADDRESS UNKNOWN. The man opened it up, and there was the worst thing he had ever looked at. It was a picture of his wife, covered in blood. It wasn't real. Someone manipulated a picture that was in the local paper. Under the picture, there were words that read: Do it, and you will be rewarded. The man quickly deleted the message. He then went and told his boss he needed some time off. As he was driving home, a dog jumped in front of his car. The man swerved, but he couldn't avoid the dog. The man looked in his mirror, and the dog was lying there, moving its leg. The man turned around and stopped on the side of the road. He walked over to the dog. He drug the dying body to the ditch. As he was walking back to his car, he heard the voice again! He went to the dog, and it turned and said "Are you going to kill your wife like you killed me?" The man ran back to his car and sped home. When he arrived home, his wife was sleeping on the bed. He sat beside her and stroked her long, blonde hair. She woke up and smiled at him. For a moment he forgot about everything that had happened. He had to.
While the man was asleep, dreams of horror filled his head. All he could hear was that voice, pounding away, telling him to do bad things. He tossed and turned all night. His wife was worried about him. She made up her mind that she was going to ask her husband what was bothering him so much.
In the morning, the man was still sleeping. His wife was up, doing dishes in the kitchen. Suddenly, the man started screaming. His wife came upstairs to see what was going on. The man was in the bathroom, and he was ripping up toilet paper all over the room. The man said that the toilet paper was talking to him. The wife began to get scared. "Honey, take some Tylenol and lay down. You need some more rest. When she left, The toilet paper said,
"I can't wipe up the blood when you kill your wife!" The man started screaming again. His wife was really scared, so she called a doctor. They said to bring the man in for an evaluation. The man knew he wasn't crazy! He knew that these episodes were real! But would anyone believe him?
While in the observatory room, the man was strapped down onto a bed. A doctor hooked up many wires to the man's body to monitor him while he slept. Then they gave him some drugs to make him sleep. While he was sleeping, his wife and the doctors watched him. He was normal. The doctors didn't know what was wrong. They gave him some medication that would make him sleep deeper than normal. The doctors suggested that he take a few days off to let his body get used to the medication. They also recommended that he didn't watch any horror movies, because it might trigger his brain for bad hallucinations again.
As they were driving home, the man stared out the window. Tears fell down his face. His wife looked over as he was wiping his face.
"Don't worry, honey. Everything will be okay. I promise."
"I wish I could make the same promise. You have to believe me! I really don't want to kill you. It's all because of my brain." He put his head in his hands, frustrated at the situation.
"I know it's your brain. If it doesn't get better, you can have surgery. The doctors said that it would most likely help the situation."
That night, the man took his medication. It made him very drowsy. As he was falling asleep, he was mumbling something. His wife couldn't figure out what he was saying, but it didn't worry her. Her husband was finally sleeping soundly, something that he hadn't done in weeks. She was happy for a moment, but then she realized that her husband was in trouble. The doctors told her in a different room that if the surgery was used, there is a 35 percent chance that he wouldn't make it. She cried herself to sleep.
When the man's wife woke up, it was still dark. She opened her eyes, but he wasn't there! Where could he be? She quickly got up and checked all the upstairs rooms. He wasn't in any. She ran downstairs, and noticed he was walking through the kitchen, with his eyes closed. She went to confront him. She put her hand on his shoulder, and he turned around. He opened his eyes, and his face scared her. His eyes were open very wide, like he was looking at a ghost.
"Honey, are you okay," she said.
"Oh shit! Stay away from me. You killed everyone in my family, but not me," he said as he ran away from her. He was sleepwalking, and he was stuck in a dream from the old Nightmare on Elm Street movies. He thought she was Freddy Kreuger, and he was one of the characters.
"You're not going to kill me like you killed everyone else," he said as he fumbled for the shotgun in the glass case.
"What are you doing in there?" She walked into the living room, where the noise was coming from.
"Stay right there. Don't move. Don't come any closer, Freddy." He pulled out the loaded 12 gauge. She was standing there, crying.
"What is the matter! Wake up, you are just dreaming."
"That's the whole thing, he said. If I kill you, I'll wake up, and I won't have this illness that you have implanted in my corrupt brain." He pumped the shotgun and fired. There was a loud bang, and his wife hit the floor. The bang woke him up. He shook his head to clear it, and when he focused his eyes, he saw the love of his life. The blood was pouring out of her stomach. She was barely conscious. He ran over to her.
"Oh my God, what have I done!" He dropped to his knees and picked her up. In a quiet whisper, his wife said, "Oh, it hurts. Honey, I know it wasn't your fault. I know it was the voice that was controlling you. I....love....you." She fell limp as she took her last breath. A stream of blood found its way out from between her dry, cracked lips. Her eyes closed, and her husband started to cry.
"NO! Why God! Why did you let this happen!" He ran over and picked up the shotgun. He pumped it, and stuck it in his mouth. "Don't worry, honey. I'm right behind you," he thought to himself as he pulled the trigger. He fell to the floor. Everything was black. His body was numb. At least he lay by his lover. The disease was dead. He only had to take his own life to kill it.
Stephen King for a few pointers here and there
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