Make your choice: one, two or three.

I lay my hand on his chest; I can no longer feel the beat from the heart. He is just a corpse by my side, only a doll without movement. I am not mad; I just did not want to see you without me. Call me insane, call me a psycho. Look only at me, do not look at all the cold corpses hanging and laying around in this room.
Do you want to hear a story? We have all the time in the world, because you are not leaving tonight. Yes, let me tell you a story. Let me tell you the story of all these men; let me tell the story of their end. Yes, and maybe also yours.


This text is in the competition ``Skriv en historie inspireret af Halloween og vind en vidunderlig efterårspakke´´ and is inspired by the quote: “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” - Stephen King.

The text is written as a person talking to you, and there will be little Home description of motion. Hope it does not irritates.

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1. Make your Choice: one, two or three...

His white face looks closely at me, the eyes a little shut, but still open. His mouth white as ash. He is cold, but beautiful. I lay my hand on his chest; I can no longer feel the beat from the heart. He is just a corpse by my side, only a doll without movement. I am not mad; I just did not want to see him without me. Yes, call me insane. Call me a psycho. 

 

His white face looks closely at me, the eyes a little shut, but still open. I did not want to let him go, maybe I am insane… I did not only love him, to tell the truth there is many more. Yes, call me insane. Look only at me, do not look at all the cold corpses hanging and laying around in this room. I am not mad; I just did not want to see him without me. Oh yes, call me insane, call me a psycho.

 

His white face looks closely at me, the eyes a little shut, but still open. His eyes are black, of cause they are beau-tiful-ly. Do you want to hear a story? We have all the time in the world, because you are not leaving tonight. Yes, let me tell you a story. Let me tell you the story of all these men; let me tell the story of their end. Yes, call me insane, call me a psy-cho.

 

The man hanging down, him with the golden hair. Yes, let us start with him. His name? Yes yes, I remember: Adam. For many years back, he said he loved me, he clearly told me a lie. He told me he loved me to the end of the world, but sadly he lied. Let me tell you what happened. He fell in love with Eve, a girl made from his flesh. Oh, Adam was a big liar. *She smiles wicked* But he was fun, it was so fun seeing him screaming as I burned Eve to death. Yes, his screams were so fun-ny. *She starts laughing.* Yes, the screams were just the start. I did not stop there; no I did not stop his pain just there. *She is smiling sweetly.*  

 

The man hanging down, him with the golden hair. Yes, Adam. I did love him, but he was a little liar. *She starts playing with her hair.* I killed him, I loved him! He was mine, and he still is. *She is biting down on her lips.* He was playing really nicely, but he did not do as I said. It is sad that he had to be killed, but well you know… *She lifts lightly her shoulder.* Do you want to know his death? Yes! I can see it in your eyes.

 

I killed Adam, I killed him because he were a liar. *She is clicking with her tongue.* And such a bad one. I took a knife, *She is biting lightly on her finger.* a really big one. I walked to him at night, knife in hand, nodding on his door. I smiled sweet-ly at him, closing the door after me. Oh yes, the knife was behind my back. *A smile is playing on her lips.* I push him down on bed, you should have seen him. I kissed him, I undid his shirt. I licked him… And then I killed him. The big, big knife fitted perfectly in his chest. But sadly he did not scream…*She looks sadly at you.* No, he did not scream.

 

Oh, you though the story was over? No no, stay, I have more stories to tell. Yes, let me tell you about the little boy. That is the corps in the corner of the room. Do you want to hear his story? It is a *She is thinking a short moment.* Sweet story… Yes, let me tell you about Will.

 

Will was such a sweet boy, he was so beautiful. Look closely at the corpse, look, something is missing. Oh you funded out, he lost his head. *A laugh comes from her.* Oh Will was the most loyal human you would get, but that did not last long. Will was not loyal to me! He was loyal to the food I gave him. Heh! Yes, a boy who was only thinking about food! I did not kill him for fun… Or maybe I did. Oh you should have heard him, his cries for help. They were as sweet as the melody from a violin. Oh I loved his cries. *She is smiling happily.*

 

Will was such a sweet boy, he was so beautiful. *She is looking longing at the boy.* But he betrayed me, yes he betrayed me so deeply. He was my little puppy, so sweet. But one day he disappeared and guess what… I found him beside another woman, another woman! *Despises is clearly in her voice.* Will betrayed me, oh he betrayed me. Off with his head… Yes, off with his head. Bound by his arms and legs, bound in this room. His cries were so beautiful. *She is smiling sweetly at you.* His helpless screams were so intoxicated, so boundless. All I did was ending his life, is that bad? *A wicked smile is playing on her lips.* Oh I did love Will, but look at him; he has no longer a head. That is a little sad.

 

Oh, you must not go. Do you not want to hear a story more? Oh come on, you will love this story. Guess what the story is about? Come on, guess. *She waits for your answer.* No silly, it is not about this man here. *She looks down on the man.* Oh, but if you want, I can tell his story. Do you want to hear his story? *She does not wait for your answer.* This man here is John, he was an old lover of mine. He is beautiful, is he not? I really had fun with killing him. I loved his pained face as the knives hit him. Oh, I loved how the blood dripped down on the floor, as the knives got more and more. *Her eyes sparks and a smile is playing on her lips.* Yes, let me tell you about John.

 

John lived with me two years ago, he was not allowed into this room. He was a kind man, but then he broke up with me. He said I was mad. Ha! Me!? mad!? Yeah right. *Her eyes are darker.* Let me tell you something, I am not mad. I am just a little insane. *Her smile is bigger.* Oh, where were it I came from? *You remind her.* Ah yes, he said I was mad. Oh well. John was such a darling, he was kind, sweet and he had the best face when he was in pain. *Her voice is in a high tone.* John said that we always should be together, but guess what! He lied. Oh my kind John lied to me. But sadly I did not feel sad about this, do you know why? *Her head is moving closer to you.* Because now I could kill him…

 

John lived with me two years ago, he was not allowed into this room. Oh, his pained face was the best. I loved it. *She looks you in the eyes.* His body hanging on the spinning wheel. It was spinning and spinning. Each scream had an echo with them; each had a tone of helplessness. Each scream was from a new knife. You should have seen how the blood dripped down. How the pain became like a twisted paradise. *She smiles at you and takes your hand.* Oh, you would have loved … John.

 

John was a guy without a truth, but John was kind. Oh, but I loved his pained face, as the knives hit him. It all was like a circus, but without an act. *Her finger lies over her lips.* But it all was real, the knives, the blood and his screams. Yes, it was all real… *A wicked smile escapes her.* Oh, how I had the most fun killing John. You should have seen his dead body hanging from the spinning wheel; you should have seen how the blood so beautifully laid on the floor. Oh, but I DID loved John.

 

No, do not go. Do you want to hear a story more? Please, it is the last story I will tell you. I promise. *She looks at you and waits for an answer.* Thank you. Now let me tell you the last story, I know you will love it. Let us call the person X, the person was sadly not the luckiest person alive. X found this room for four stories since. *She moves in on you.* Let me tell you about X, an unlucky person.

 

Oh, X was a little too naïve. But because X listened to my stories, X has a choice. X will have two choices at the end of my last story, only two. If X still is alive at that time, of cause. *Her hand holds a knife, as she moves even closer to you.* X lived a good life, not afraid of the dark. Yes, but not the cleverest. X was a little too curious, so X found this room. X looks a little scared right now. *She smiles and moves even closer to you.*

 

Oh, X was a little too naïve. X thinks he only have two choice, but he has three. X does not know the last choice, but I will tell the two others. *She smiles and holds the knife tighter.* Yes, X has three choices, but will only know the two of them. Do X want to know the choices? *You nod.* Yes, but later. Let me tell X the truth. *She smiles.* X will only live if I want X to live.

 

Choice one: Die by my hand *She clears her throat.* By my knife, I mean.

Choice two: Become like me, let you own monster take over. Let it eat you; let it become the new you.

 

What do you choose? Choice one or two? Oh, but remember there was a third choice.

What do you choose? Let me hear…

*Her wicked smile becomes bigger as the knife is lifted into the air.*

 

Tell me you choice: One, two or the secret third…

*You think and answer her, tell her you answer: ______*     

 

 

 

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