A Most Grim Halloween (story for english class)

As I am sitting here today, writing of my deeds I must clarify that I am not crazy; I am completely and utterly sane. My actions weren’t of insanity they were of anger and love to some degree. There was reason to my actions, not blind slashing... I am now confined to this cell and now I will begin to tell you why……

I have always been a quiet person, ever since I was a child I have been relatively quite. My childhood was fine…I mean my parents were still together, they never seemed to pay any attention to me though, I could be playing in a highway and they wouldn’t even blink twice. I was also a good kid, I never got in trouble… until now. You see there is this woman, she was beautiful, kind and caring and sweet. I wanted her, I wanted to be with her, her name was Karen.

It was Halloween of 1982 I followed Karen for quite some time lurking in the shadows, trying to gain and ounce of courage so that I might just walk up and say "hello." Oh how I have been longing to say that one simple word. For years now I have been wanting to say that to her. I was just about to walk up to her when her boyfriend said from behind me "you can never have her, silly man!" That phrase rang in my ears, it rang I tell you. That is when I lost control.

I went to Karen’s house and waited for her, just waited. When she arrived it was dark. I watched her fumble with the lock and key and finally get the door open. I waited several minutes [about 26 or 27] than I slowly made my way into her house, it smelled of flowers and perfume. I felt uneasy, what if her boyfriend came over, I would be a dead man. I grabbed something close at hand, it was cold hard and heavy [it felt like a hammer but I cant quite recall] with the object clutched in my hands I slowly made my way to her bedroom door. I was home free I thought to myself, that was when I heard a voice from behind me it was a sweet, feminine voice "who are you and why are you in my house?" it asked. I turned to find myself face to face with Karen, the woman I have been so scared to speak to. She was looking me dead in the eyes, it made me uneasy. "I spoke to your boyfriend" I said trying to avoid the question. "a-and?" she replied. I could hear a scared quiver in her voice, like that of a small child, frail and weak, scared and helpless. That threw me over the edge. With the hammer firmly grasped in my hand I did the unthinkable. I smacked her directly in the skull, bash, bash, BASH her skull in. While I was brutally smashing her brain I was screaming, screaming out of the pit of my soul "WHY ARE YOU SCARED OF ME, THE WOMAN I LOVE ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME, WHY HUH?!? WHY!!!"

After I came back to my senses I was terrified, what have I done? Iv killed the only woman I ever cared for. It soon slowly began to sink in, what will I do with her body? Then I remembered, it’s Halloween…

I came up with a perfectly exucated plan; I began to saw off her arms, legs and head. I dissolved her arms and legs in a bathtub filled with acid and lye, put her body up on a long sturdy pole and plunked it into the middle of the field. I sat and watched as the crows slowly came and picked away at her flesh, it made me laugh. I then took her head and plopped it right on the front porch, no one would notice because it was Halloween, right?

Maybe an hour or so passed, I was watching the children run in terror from my extremely realistic "decoration". I then heard a knock at the door. I opened it to fine two officers standing in the door way, one looking at me, the other looking at the head on the porch. "May we come in" the first officer said. "Surely" I replied.

They talked with me for a while, about this and that. After I knew they weren’t suspicious about anything I opened up more, I was chatting, if you will. I mentioned my homemade decorations and got interrupted by the second officer commenting on how life like the head looks, he said he could see a sense of fear in her eyes, even the brain was the correct color. I wanted to laugh, laugh at the fact that I was about to get away with the most perfect crime and no one would know anything about it. One of the officers then asked me if that could get a second look at the head. I of course being in a state that I was in, so kindly obliged. I took them to the porch and watched as the officers stood in awe at the marvelous, lifelike decoration. The first officer crouched down to get a second look, then looked at the second officer with a grim look on his face. "That’s no decoration, that’s a real head!!!" At that moment my heart stopped, I felt as if I was in a spiral, going farther down, down into a hole I know I cannot get out of. My lungs felt as if they would burst. I could feel my heart beat in my ears, thumping, thumping, thumping a most irate melody. I knew I was done for. As they hauled me to their car all I could think of was the look on Karen’s face as I ended her life. I feel…OMNIPOTENT!!