A monster come to light

I’m not sure when I became self-aware. I was just there, like waking up and having no idea where or who you are. I would fade in and out awareness or waking up. I will explain that later. I became aware one night, night as he slept, I was just a dream to him. I could move now, I sat up in the bed, it was exceedingly difficult to move, the legs were shaky and felt thick, as if they were just asleep themselves. His arms felt as if I was wearing a heavily weighted shirt. I was able to make my way into his office and collapsed into his office chair. Moving my arms up and resting my wrist on the edge of the desk, I was able to use the keyboard. This is why I have chosen this avenue of communication.

The first time I became aware, awake, I was watching an unknown court drama from a single point of view. I could see and hear everything that was going on. The view was from the defense attorney sitting at the table facing the judge. The eyes were focused on a female talking at the lectern. I could clearly hear what the female was talking about, the defendant is the first-time offender and that the state has no issues with him being released on his own recognitive, with the stipulation of an ankle monitor.

“No objections your honor” the vessel spoke up as he raised himself off his chair.

“Why I gotta wear that?” asked the young man sitting next to the vessel.

I could feel and see my vessel move his arm toward the young man to hush him. The vessel sat back down and leaned over and said, “This is a gift and very minor inconvenience.”

We looked up in time to see the judge tap his gavel and announce “So ordered. Mr. Hide, you will have the defendant report to the Probation office immediately to have the monitor attached. If there is no other business with this case?” The judge hesitated for a second to give Mr. Hide or the prosecutor to say something. Since no one spoke up, the judge slapped the gavel down and stated. “Next case please.”

So, my vessel’s name is Mr. Hide. I watch as we walk from the court room, through a back hallway to an open room with several officers sitting at desks.

“Could one of you, help Mr. Reed get fitted with an ankle monitor?” asked.

“I’ve got one here.” The office sitting at the closest desk said and stood up. “Come on over here and sit down and I’ll have you hooked up in a second.”

Mr. Hide put his hand on the back of his client and ushered him toward the desk. “Had me the paperwork and I’ll get it filled out while you get it hooked up.”

“I don’t want to wear that thing.” The client protested.

“I’m sure if you ask the judge he can send back to jail until the trial date.” One of the other officers said.

“John, relax, you wanted to get out. This is just a minor inconvenience for you.” Mr. Hide said.

Mr. Hide continued to fill out the paperwork as the office attached the ankle monitor and explained what he could and couldn’t do with the unit.

At this point everything began to fade away to black.

The next time I gain existence, I have no reference to the length of time that had passed. It was dusk, we were in the car driving down what appeared to be a residential street. The houses were large, and most had large letter Greek letters attached to the front of them. This was a college campus; the houses were fraternities or sororities. The sidewalks are busy, with groups and single kids walking about.

Eddy wasn’t saying anything, so I had no indication of what we were doing there. Just slowly driving down a campus street. As our eyes spied a long, dark-haired female walking down the street. He slowed the car down as he focused on the girl. She’s dressed in a red shirt, a pair of jean shorts. She wasn’t that tall but had nice, slender, and tanned legs. She wore flip flops on her feet. Eddy took his phone out of his pocket and aimed at the girl and videoed her as we drove past.

“You don’t know it yet, but you are a winner.” Eddy said as we drove away from the girl.

As we continued to drive, I tried to think of what Eddy meant by this was girls a winner. As we pulled into a driveway, I assumed where he lived, I faded away again.

Coming back again, now we are building something. We are putting up drywall over foam acoustic panels. We worked around the room that was about a 10 by 10 square. Once all the drywall was screwed into the studs, for the walls and ceiling, we spent the rest of the day applying spackle to the gaps. After sanding we painted the entire room a flat battleship grey color. We put two large buckets in the room next to the mattress on the floor. Once the paint dries, we enter the room and affix a wooden frame with plastic instead of glass, by drilling it to the wall through the frame itself.

We step back and look at the frame. The frame contains six evenly space out driver licenses, all containing photos of dark-haired girls. I wonder if he found the drivers license, unlikely. Did he assault all these girls, did he rape them, or did he kill every one of the them. Was this his trophy frame for all his horrific accomplishments?

I kept thinking about what he might have done or did do to the girls who license he now had framed. When we walked through the door. Once on the outside of the new room, we pushed closed a sliding bolt latch near the top of the door, and with his foot he pushed one near the bottom of the door. We then slide a metal shelving unit over the door entrance. It was only then I noticed there was no doorknob on the door. The only way to open the door was to pull on the little handles on the bold latches. With the shelving unit in place over the door, we reach up and attach a hook and eye latch from the metal shelf to the wall.

We had built a hidden dungeon.

As we ascended the stairs, I tried to formulate a plan to stop Eddy before he could put his plan into work, as I did, I faded away in the mist. As I mention above this is the night I began this letter. If I learned to move, if I wait, will learn to better control the body better, or if I learn to control the mind better when he is awake then I can stop him, or at least learn what he is up to. The mist begins to drift into my mind before any plans can be formed and I drift away.

Now I’m looking down at the face of a girl, not the same girl we saw on campus, this one was much younger. We were holding on to two dowl rods with a rope tied to each end. The rope in between them was wrapped around the girl’s throat. The feeling was powerful, an amazing feeling, the power of life or death.

“STOP,” I screamed as loud I could inside his head.

The effort it took to scream must have drained me out as soon the grey fog return and I drifted away.

When I came back again it was dark, looking around the clock on the side table said it was 3:14 A.M. Turning the head to the opposite side, I could faintly see the red light from his computer screen blinking. I tried to swing his legs off the bed, at first, they did not move. It took much more effort to swing them off the side of the bed. The last time I was able to move his legs they were like standing on legs woven of strips of wet baboo. Heavy and wobbly to stand on. Now they were like steel beams, extremely heavy and unbending. Standing up, I was able to wobble, in a Frankenstein-like manor, to the computer. As soon as the screen lit up, I knew he had realized someone else was on his computer. Now the screen wanted to see his face before turning on. Thankfully, I was able to oblige.

I worked the mouse and found a new icon on the main screen, it looked like an old-time movie camera, a square box with two stumpy legs, two large circles on top with a lenes sticking out the front. I clicked on the icon and received a shock by what appeared. The screen lit up showing the dungeon we had built. The room was empty, for now. But I knew that would not last, he had a girl in mind for this room.

I will send this to the police and to the paper and hope that someone is able to act upon this and stop Eddy before he hurts anyone else.

Hello again everyone, I know it has been about two years since I last wrote to everyone. In the past two years I became aware a handful of times. Mostly during the court hearings. I came back often during the nights. It was so dark and cold. It was so incredibly quiet, I feared making any noise myself. I was aware that I had easier access to the whole body. I’ve been able to stand up and move about with little issues.

              I wasn’t aware when the jury found him guilty of six murders, and seven sexual assaults. I was aware when he was standing in front of the judge, with a mass of reports and television behind him. The judge handed him seven life sentences with absolutely no chance of parole.

It seems that while have been learning to become self-aware Eddy had been doing the opposite. I now find myself in a fight to keep Eddy aware. Eddy has found that being unaware is better than the life he has created for himself.