The Boogeyman
Stephen King 'I came to you because I want to tell my story,' the man on Dr Harper's couch was saying. The man was Lester Billings from Waterbury, Connecticut. According to the history taken from Nurse Vickers, he was twenty-eight, employed by an industrial firm in New York, divorced, and the father of three children. All deceased. 'I can't go to a priest because I'm not a Catholic. I can't go to a lawyer because I haven't done anything to consult a lawyer about. All I did was kill my kids. One at a time. Killed them all.' Dr Harper turned on the tape recorder. Billings lay straight as a yardstick on the couch, not giving it an inch of himself. His feet protruded stiffly over the end. Picture of a man enduring necessary humiliation. His hands were folded corpselike on his chest. His face was carefully set.. He looked at the plain white composition ceiling as if seeing scenes and pictures played out there. 'Do you mean you actually killed them, or -' ... read more A curious dream
Mark Twain Night before last I had a singular dream. I seemed to be sitting on a doorstep (in no particular city perhaps) ruminating, and the time of night appeared to be about twelve or one o'clock. The weather was balmy and delicious. There was no human sound in the air, not even a footstep. There was no sound of any kind to emphasize the dead stillness, except the occasional hollow barking of a dog in the distance and the fainter answer of a further dog. Presently up the street I heard a bony clack-clacking, and guessed it was the castanets of a serenading party. ... read more Tell Tale
Edgar Poe It’s true! I am nervous as I tell you this. But I have always been a nervous person. Am I insane? A madman? Never! You may think that I am mad, but I can promise you that I am not. The disease did not destroy my sense of touch, or my senses of sight and hearing. If anything, the disease only made my senses sharper. I hear all things in heaven and on the earth. I can even hear things from hell. How then, can you think of me as some kind of madman? My head is clear, and I understand what I am doing. Listen to how calmly I can tell you the story of what happened to me. ... read more |