My name is Joseph; it is very nice to meet you. My last name is of no importance, I don’t want to know who you are and I don’t want you to find me. I have a story to tell, one that makes me feel dead inside.


It was two years ago in the month of December, around Christmas time to be exact. I live in a castle in the middle of nowhere. I have no neighbors and I am not near any towns or civilization. The closest shop is about two miles away; a drug store. The castle was extremely ancient and had been handed down in my family from generation to generation. Most of the areas in the building were dangerous to be in since the structure was so bad. There was a possibility of the whole East Wing collapsing. We didn’t worry too much about that though. My wife and I lived in the West Wing during this time.


My wife’s name was Charlotte and we had been married happily for about ten years. She was extremely beautiful, with magnificent blonde hair that grew to the middle of her back. She was only a foot shorter than me, about five foot four. I met her at a party that my best friend, Robert, threw for his own birthday. These two knew each other for nearly five years before the party. They were business partners, and worked together for quite some time. Robert was a writer and she worked for a publishing company. I can’t remember the name of the company right now, but I know they were a very successful group of people. When I met Charlotte she was drunk and she came on very strong. I don’t believe in love at first sight but this was damn close.

We began to date shortly after that get together. The Pieces fell into place, and soon I was asking her to marry me. She said yes, then cried, and then cried more. The wedding was held at my castle and we had over a hundred guests attend. I truly enjoyed having her around. I couldn’t imagine life without her. After I married Charlotte she quit her job for the publishing company. I was a wealthy man, I easily supported her.

In the month of October I received a call from Robert. He told me how after Charlotte quit her job things went from bad to worse for him. He couldn’t find anyone who would read his stories. He even had trouble thinking of some stories to write. Robert told me how he was out of money and that his home was going to be taken away. He asked me if he could stay in my castle with me for a while, just until he got back on his feet. I was absolutely thrilled to hear this. I loved having Rob around and of course I would love to help him.

Rob moved in shortly after that phone call; there was plenty of room in my castle so he wasn’t much of a burden. He was a very neat person, neater than my wife and I for sure. He would offer to do the dishes, his room was always clean, and he would even clean the living room whenever he got the chance. It was like having our own personal maid.

Charlotte was very happy when Robert moved in. They went to school together for four years before going to separate colleges. Those two did a lot of talking while I worked. I do not wish to tell you where I work either. I do not want you to find me. I was happy they were getting along though. The first two months of Rob living there were simply great.

There was the week in December that I will never forget. It all started on Sunday at dinner. I noticed Charlotte and Robert acting very weird towards each other. They were giggling a lot. They kept looking at each other and looking away very fast. I tried not to think much of it, but I was a thinker.

On Monday when I came home, I found no one home. I searched the whole West Wing for them. I looked high and low and in every room. There was nobody there. I started to think they were in the East Wing. I then stopped myself from going to check. I trusted them too much to go and look. About an hour later I saw my wife wandering the hallway looking for me. I was up in my room at the time and saw her walk passed the slightly opened door. I called to her and asked her where she was. She explained that Rob and she went to go run some errands. After a short argument about how she should have told me, she apologized. I was still suspicious; who wouldn’t be?

The next few days were very normal, but I was on my guard during them. I watched Charlotte and Rob very intently and came home from work early to see if I could catch them doing something. I had no luck at all, but I just thought they were playing it safe.

Friday I had my stroke of luck. I came home very early from work, about three hours early. I heard noises coming from upstairs. I knew what was going on as soon as I heard it. I crept up the stairs, but it didn’t matter if I made any noise since they were extremely loud. I walked slowly through the hallway to the room where the noise was coming from. The door was open half way and I peered inside. I saw both of them in the guest room bed.
Robert stole my wife from me. My marriage was ruined. Charlotte, my dearest Charlotte, was no longer my wife. Robert was no longer my friend. They were now my enemies. I walked backwards away from the door. I pushed my back up against the wall and I fell to the floor. My head was in my hands, the tears would not stop coming. After I spent a good ten minutes on the floor, I got up and went into my room.

I needed to do something about this. The whole weekend I was so distraught and upset over this. I couldn’t think straight. I kept having these thoughts of suicide, but why must I be the one to die? Why must I be put to death when I have done no wrong? My thoughts ranged from insane to seemingly normal, until I settled on an idea. I decided to murder both of them.

I wasn’t very good at plotting a murder. I ran through over fifty ideas on how to do it but I just couldn’t decide. The police weren’t going to be a problem because I lived in the middle of nowhere. I could simply burn the bodies if I had to. The problem was how to kill them. They had done a horrid thing to me, so I had to do a horrid thing to them in return. I couldn’t think of anything gruesome enough, anything that would make them truly sorry for their sins against me. I refused to go easy on them.

I continued to think, I thought harder and harder every day. This thinking period stretched well into the next weekend. I finally decided how I was going to do it. I was going to catch them in bed again and then slit both their throats. That way they can die together. This was very hard to accomplish since I didn’t catch them in bed again. My plan was becoming hard to execute.

On the week before Christmas we were having dinner together, as we usually did, but this one was special. At the table I saw those two making eyes at each other. I watched them laugh and talk to each other as if I’m not even there. My anger bubbled more and more each minute. Finally Robert looked up at me and said:
“Joe you never gave me a fork.” I slammed my fists on the table and I stood up. I looked Joe right in the eyes and stared at him. He cringed a bit and then stared back, very confused.
“You want a fork? Here!” I said while I picked up a fork next to my plate. I threw the utensil at Rob. It hurdled through the air at full speed. I must have had amazing aim, because it pierced his eye perfectly. He began to scream in pain. Blood began to gush out of his socket and onto the floor and table. It quickly became a mess. Charlotte screamed and looks at me for an explanation.
“You know what you two did! I refuse to accept this anymore!” I grabbed a knife off the counter and ran towards Rob. He was too worried about getting the fork out of his eye to see me coming. I jumped onto him. Charlotte stood up from her seat and started running over to us. This isn’t exactly how I planned to kill them, but I was okay with that.
“Joe, stop!” Charlotte said while she grabbed my arms. Rob was still under me with blood gushing out of his eye. I wrestled her off and pushed her into the table immobilizing her for a little bit. I turned back to Rob and pinned his arms to the floor. He was screaming loudly in my face and the blood was splashing in my eyes. He looked at me and screamed:

“You demon!”
“No, not me.” I pushed the knife into his throat, probably clogging his wind pipe. He stopped talking shortly after, I figured he was dead. Charlotte was up and about by the time I was finished, she was running towards the door. I couldn’t have that. I jumped to my feet and grabbed the chair next to me. I started chasing her down the hall to the door. Lucky for her the door was stuck. She turned to me:
“Please don’t do this Joey. I will leave and never come back, I promise.”
“It’s too late” I broke off a leg of the chair; it was sharpened wood at the end of the leg. I walked towards her as I began to cry.
“Charlotte, do you see what you made me do? Look at my friend! I killed him! And it’s your fault!” I yelled as I got closer.
“Joey!” She was too scared to speak. It was time for me to show her revenge. I got close enough. Then I punctured the leg into her chest, right where her heart should be. It was over. I took their lives away, just like they took my marriage away.
I was satisfied with what I had done. I had taught them both a valuable lesson. I showed them how it feels to be in pain, how it feels to be unwanted. It was a wonderful moment, indeed. I admired my work and pulled the leg out of Charlotte’s bloody chest. Her white dress was drenched with red and it was beautiful. At that moment I saw blood as a beautiful thing, a wonderful work of art. It painted both of their faces and bodies with such amazing grace. I patted myself on the back multiple times before cleaning up the mess I made. I pulled the fork out of Robert’s eye; the eye came out with it. It was gruesome yet beautiful. I also pulled the knife out of his throat. This knife became very special to me.
I placed both of them in the guest bedroom. I was again happy with my work and went about my daily business. I slept well that night.
The next week was a very strange week for me. I would come home and hear nothing. I would eat dinner with no one. I was very lonely for sure. I continued to peek into the guest room. I thought that I may not have finished the job and they were still alive to keep me company. I never noticed how scary it is sleeping alone. The castle is extremely dark at night and I was worried that I would get found out, but that wasn’t a major worry.
Two days before Christmas I had an idea. I pulled out my phone book and started searching. I was searching for a taxidermist. I needed a taxidermist’s help to fix my loneliness. I called a man and asked him if he made house calls. He agreed to come later that day.
The man showed up rather quickly, in a truck loaded with supplies. His name was Chuck. Chuck was a nice man and asked me what I wanted done. I showed him the bodies. He almost got sick, he was so disgusted. Chuck refused, even after I bribed him with a large sum of money. He was ready to leave when I threatened him.
“If you leave, I will have to kill you right here.” I said as I pulled my special knife out of my back pocket.
“I’ve never done people though. It won’t be very good.” He said trembling. I walked closer to him and he shook more and more the closer I got.
“Fine! I’ll do it!” Chuck screamed.
“Great. I want it done as soon as possible.” I forced him to stay in the castle and work on them. I didn’t trust him enough to leave with my friends.
He finished the afternoon of Christmas Eve and showed me the finished product. They were really raised from the dead! I thanked him many times over. Chuck seemed very scared of me and for good reason. I had my knife in my hand at that time. I looked Chuck in the eyes. I couldn’t trust him. I couldn’t even let him leave my castle. He would immediately call the police and they would come find me. I didn’t want to be found.
Chuck tried to run, but I was too fast for him. I bashed the knife into his forehead after tackling him to the ground. I was satisfied with my work once more. The blood that trickled from the wound in his head complimented him nicely, he looked absolutely beautiful. I took his body and burned it outside my house.
Finally! I wasn’t alone anymore. My friends were back with me. It was just like before. We talked and had dinner together. Charlotte even slept with me again. I was so happy with my life. I would always ask Rob how his job search was going, but he always seemed to be at a loss for words. I was okay with that. I would ask Charlotte how much she loved me. She loved me so much that she didn’t even respond.
Everyday got better and better for me. My friends never wanted to go out to dinner or anything, it was a shame. I didn’t like being cooped up in the house every day. We would play cards sometimes too, I would always win. They never seemed to put up much of a fight when playing. Sometimes we would even sing songs around the fireplace together! It was so exciting! I should mention that I quit my job to spend time with my friends.
We did spend Christmas together; I got Charlotte a beautiful diamond ring that she could wear anywhere. She was so happy that she couldn’t even move to put the ring on herself. I, of course, helped her put it on. I got Robert a brand new watch. It was pure gold and had diamond studs in it. He was the same way as Charlotte. He couldn’t even begin to express his gratitude to me. He was speechless and couldn’t even move to place the watch on his hand. I helped him too. Neither of them got me gifts, but I was okay with that.
Both of them seemed to have a lot of trouble eating. I think they became very shy and didn’t want to eat in front of me. I was okay with that. They would usually just stare at their plates and look at me from time to time. Our dinner table conversations were so much fun! We would talk about my art collection or about Rob’s writings. We would even talk about how brightly the sun is shining. I usually did all the talking; my friends were very good listeners.
All the good things had to come to an end eventually.
One day at the dinner table, I was talking to Rob. I was asking him why he wasn’t eating; steak was his favorite meal. I even poured him a nice glass of my finest wine. He wouldn’t even talk to me. I began to get upset. I started to yell at him and demanded him to answer me. He just stared at me.
“Rob! Answer me right this instant or I will take that steak away from you!” I screamed at him. I felt bad to threaten his dinner since he must’ve been really hungry. He skipped lunch that day.
“Robby…Please answer me.” I started to get worried. I thought I made him upset. Quickly my worry turned back into anger.
“Robert! I will hurt you if you do not answer me in the next minute!” I screamed again. The next minute was complete silence. My anger had finally reached its peak. I grabbed my favorite knife, jumped onto the table and started running toward Rob.
“I am going to hurt you now! Okay?” I lunged at him with the knife and I pierced his skin. White stuffing puffed out of his broken chest. I immediately began to get worried. I hurt Robert again! I was so upset with myself. I started shaking him and apologizing. He was unconscious. I immediately ran to the phone and dialed 911.
“Everything will be okay Robby, I promise. I don’t want to lose you again!” I told the man on the other end that my friend is hurt and needs help. He immediately sent an ambulance and a police vehicle.
When they showed up I explained what happened. I begged them to help my friend because he may be dying of blood loss. They went and looked at Robby and they looked confused. The men were looking at me strangely and started asking me questions like: “Why he is dead?” and “Why is he stuffed?” I got very upset at this. They said my friend was dead. He obviously was not, he was sitting right there. I brought him back from the dead. Chuck helped me! I kept explaining this to them and they became more confused.
The men asked me to tell them the whole story. I explained what happened since Rob first moved in. The men looked very surprised and then they grabbed me. The police man said a lot of mean things to me, like how I’m a murderer. I was not a murderer because I brought my friends back to life. I only hurt Robby a little. Then they took me outside and put me in the car. I kept asking about Robby. What are they going to do with him? Nobody helped him yet. He is still bleeding at the kitchen table. I began to cry because I made another mistake. My friend might be dead again and the nice people aren’t going to help me. I wasn’t okay with that.
They took me here and asked me a lot of questions. I don’t know what this place is called, but they told me it’s where special people go. I wouldn’t tell you even if I knew. I don’t want you to find me. They told me it’s my new home now. It’s very cold in here and I’m lonely again. They never told me what they did to Robby or Charlotte but they haven’t come to visit me yet. I cry a lot in here. It’s a very sad place. I just want to see my friends again. I hope Robby didn’t die again but it would be okay because I know how to bring people back to life. I hope the people know that I’m sorry for hurting Robby again. I didn’t mean to. I just got a little angry with him. He was ignoring me. I will make up for this mistake soon. I promise. Maybe I’ll bring Chuck back to life too. He was a good person and maybe he’ll be my friend. I can’t wait to see Charlotte and Robby again. I hope they come to visit me soon!

One day we will all be together again and I’ll be okay with that.