She was supposed to get off at midnight and I pulled into the parking lot at around eleven-fifty. I sat there chain-smoking in silence as I waited. All the while, I could feel the fury raging inside of me. It was most definate and sickening. I didn't know at what point the madness had overtaken me. All I knew was that I had to find a release. I leaned back and looked at the stars and watched the intermittent flashes of random fireflies in the night air.
When she finally came out, I had been sitting there for around thirty minutes or so. I had picked up a bottle of wine earlier in the evening and it was at home chilling in the refrigerator. I was anxious to get there and partake of it. I hoped that it would help to calm me down. I had more planned, though. I knew what my problem was and I would be addressing it later on that evening.
When we got home, of course, the first thing she wanted to do was to take a shower. I went ahead and poured myself a glass of wine and waited on the sofa. When she emerged wearing her pristine, white robe, I handed her a glass. I allowed her to ramble on for a time about the shift that she'd worked and then, without saying a word, I walked to the hall closet to retrieve the Ouija board. I needed to stop wasting time and get it all over with.
It is said that it is unwise to use a Ouija board alone but I've always been one to buck convention. Perhaps it was this rebellious side which got me into this situation in the first place. "Adam, are you there?," I asked. The planchette moved to 'yes'. "Adam, do you recall what we discussed earlier?" Once again, the answer was 'yes'. "Then now is the time," I said. She looked at me as though she was wondering what was going on. I motioned to her to be quiet. At one point, it looked as though she was about to laugh but then her muscles noticeably tensed and her expression changed. Her whole face changed. The rage had been given to her. I immediately felt better and I suffered no loss. She was nothing to me.
The look in her eyes was unlike any that I had ever seen before. It was nothing short of pure hatred. I like to think things through and consider the possible outcomes and consequences in all cases. I've found that I like to hope for the best yet prepare for the worst. When I saw her opening the drawer of the coffee table, I knew that it was a good thing that I had thought things through beforehand. I had taken the precaution of removing all of the shells from my revolver. She pointed it at my chest and there was only a click when she pulled the trigger. There were three clicks in all before she finally gave up and threw it down in disgust. It was obvious that she was contemplating other ways of doing me in. I could handle it and I proved that. Dealing with all of this was worth it because, after all, the madness had left me.
I followed her into the kitchen. Once again, I had foresight and had removed all of the knives hours earlier. I had envisioned what could happen and I had been right. What did she really think that she was going to do to me? I saw that there was only one way to stop all of it. "We've finished off the wine," I said. "Would you care for some rum?" I asked. She looked at me suspiciously and said nothing. "Well, do you mind if I have some?" I walked past her and took a bottle out of the cabinet along with a rocks glass. I poured a tall drink and turned to face her as she stood there trembling. I held the glass in my right hand, took a sip and then proceeded to try to talk to her. She left no doubt that this was not the woman I knew. As I shifted in my stance, I casually reached my left arm behind me and turned on an eye on the gas stove. In an attempt to divert her attention, I pointed to the living room and suggested that we go back in there. She only looked at me. It was obvious that some provocation was in order so I proceeded to tell her all about how I had been consorting with other women behind her back. I told her how she could never hope to live up to my expectations and how she was so inadequate. She didn't deserve me and my patience and I would no longer tolerate it.
My words proved to be quite effective. That was all it took. As she lunged at me, I threw the contents of my glass at her and then shoved her into the range. Her robe became engulfed in flames and she danced the most hideous dance. Her arms flailed wildly and it seemed like an enternity before she hit the floor. She was finally calm and I kneeled to look at her. She was weak but she managed to whisper, "I love you." I sat there on the cold linoleum and cried for the longest time before I ever dialed 911.
Through all of this, I have learned that it's best to never mess with things that you don't understand. That goes for Ouija boards, seances and all of the rest of the paranormal stuff. It might seem like innocent fun but it can be very deceiving. Trust nothing and no one. They will say that they're your friends but they will betray you eventually. I learned something else from them. It's the feeling of power. I know what I'm doing, though. All I feel now is the need to set things right. That's what I told the psychiatrist. He seems to think that I'm fine. I think he believes me.
I had a talk with Adam today and he told me some things that I didn't know. It seems that the girl with the blond ponytail who is a cashier at the grocery store needs to be straightened out on a few things. I plan to go down there later on today. I wonder what time she gets off. Well, I can find out.
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