The Story (part one)

"Life is a death sentence no one can escape"

I would like to tell you a story. It is kind of like a modern day love story. Only in this story, there is not necessarily going to be a happy ending. Now, now I don't want to hear any whining. We will get to that soon enough (along with some sobbing and definitely some screaming). This story will also have no point, no moral, no lesson to learn (unless, of course, it causes you to believe in total randomness).

I must warn you such a journey into the mind of a mad woman can only have a negative effect on you. You really should not let me tell you this tale. Morality, ethics, and humanity are not readily found inside my flights of fancy. I find that I am not very fond of people in general and do not have the inclination to fake any sympathy. If you do decide to stay a while and listen then I claim no farther responsibility.




So it would seem that you really want to listen to my tale. Then I can only say to you: Sit back, play some good music, dim the lights and come with me on a dip into the dark side of reality.


Once upon a time (that is the way any good story should start)…..

I am going to tell you the story of Leesa Walken. She looks just like anyone else if you were to meet her on the street. She doesn't dress in fancy clothes. She doesn't wear makeup or shiny jewelry. In fact, if you were to pass her on the street you would probably not even see her. But she sees you and you better hope that she doesn't take notice of you. Let me tell you what happened to the last person she found interesting.

It was early in the spring. The flowers were just coming out after a long cold winter, as were the throngs of sun worshiping beautiful people. The mornings were still cool but the afternoons were full of sunshine. The air smelt clean after the spring rains. All of these wonderful things to put a skip in your step and a song on your lips. That is, if you liked these things. Leesa did not.

Leesa loved the night. The long days of the spring and summer just annoyed her. Less time for her to be out. The light and the heat physically hurt so Leesa found something else to do with her time during the long bright days, something she could do in her dark, cool basement. She called it "The Game" and it was her one singular obsession. Today she was searching for just the right victim….err person with whom to play her game.

Not much is know about where Leesa comes from or where she got her financial security. Her past is sketchy at best. Leesa is even not sure of all the details. Of course, the past is not very important to her. Only the moment…and then the next moment and then the next. Hopefully all of those moments leading to one of those exquisite moments. You probably don't know what I am talking about but perhaps by the end of this you will.

It was early in the evening and she was just leaving the coffee house when she happened to notice a group of "witnesses" roaming the street. These were always an interesting lot. Their conviction was usually quite strong, which gave them the uncanny ability to last for longer than most. The "god people", as she called them, were almost as interesting as the "lovers". She thought to herself that this would be a perfect little amusement so she followed them discretely. There was 4 of them, 2 men and 2 women. Choices, choices...she feels like a challenge tonight so she chooses a male for her fun. Having been at this for quite a few years, she is able to follow them for a while never being noticed. It seems funny to her sometimes how people rarely notice things around them. The group decides to split up in a suburban neighborhood, as luck would have it this was HER neighborhood. This would give her the chance she was looking for to make her move.

Leesa, having a strong belief in randomness, decided to sneak to her house and wait to see which one showed up. It was like Christmas if Santa Clause was real. She had to restrain her excitement as the door bell chimed. She answered it on the second ring. As she opened the door, a large smile appeared upon her face. It was the guy she had picked out earlier. It always excited her when randomness worked her way.

She ushered him in with feigned interest in what he was saying. She steered him toward the kitchen where she had a handkerchief full of chloroform waiting. At just the right moment, she came up from behind him and put him to sleep with a swiftness that comes only from experience.