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Week
3 (12-18 January 2015)
The
Girl in the Wall
I
was born in a time when walking to school and playing outside were
safe. Mother's didn't worry about their children being harmed by
another human being. Children stayed home alone often and rode their
bikes to run errands for their household. It was a quiet, simple time
and that is why my disappearance was so rattling. One day, mother
wanted me to take some eggs to Mrs. Alice. She lived alone and my
mother cared for her like family. I filled up my basket and walked
along my usual path. I preferred the unconventional route to Mrs.
Alice's home. It was along the river and no one ever walked there. I
could day dream and skip rocks without being bothered. Along my walk
I encountered Mr. Noble. He was new to town and kept to himself. He
worked in the pharmacy but no one really knew him very well.
“Hello
Marie, this is a nice river here,” I thought it was an odd
introduction from a man I didn't quite know but he knew my name and
my mother taught me to be polite. He was an adult and I was just a
ten year old girl. I respectfully said yes and we spoke for a few
minutes as I walked. After some brief conversation Mr. Noble offered
me a sweet. This was a time before parents warned their children
about taking candy from strangers. I happily accepted the sweet and
we continued our walk. After a few moments I remember feeling like a
fog was settling over my brain. My vision became blurry and I blacked
out. When I awoke, I was in a dark room. I did not know how I got
there. I didn't even know where I was! Just as panic really began to
set in the ceiling above me creaked and opened up. Mr. Noble's
grinning face peaked through lit by a candle.
I
was confused more than frightened. Why had this stranger just peeked
into the dark room I was in? Why had he brought me here? Mr. Noble
came down into my little holding space and explained to me what was
going on. I almost feel like he expected me to be less rational; I
was never that kind of child. He told me he was a killer. He
kidnapped little girls and held them for a while then he smothered
them or drowned them. He moved to my town because the police were
catching on to him. Apparently too many little girls went missing and
one was found in the lake by his home. He explained to me that he
knew as soon as he saw me I was to be his next girl. I didn't even
know how to process what he told me. All I could think of was how
ironic his name was.
Over
the course of the next week, Mr. Noble dressed me up like a doll and
kept me informed on the efforts to locate me. Neighbors had found my
basket full of eggs near the river but all other trace of me was
gone. They would never find me. After three weeks I finally asked Mr.
Noble if he would release me.
“I
am so sorry my dear Marie but I cannot. You have been my most special
girl. The other girls quivered and quaked when I was around. I abused
them and hurt them physically but not you. You have been stoic. It'll
be a shame to get rid of you but I must in order to not be caught you
see?” he was delusional. After so many weeks I had succumbed to my
fate. I never could escape because he kept me so close to him. If I
didn't sleep then neither did he. I was designated to the kitchen and
the make shift room below the kitchen. I had hoped that making him my
friend would gain me my freedom but it had gained me nothing. He had
not wavered in his grip of me and he had not changed his mind. Not
once did he make a mistake. I knew the day had come when he brought
me to the kitchen and there was a nice table setting with white
roses, “My sweet Marie. I am so sad to say goodbye to you today but
it has to end so I can find a girl I do not like as much as you. I
have needs you know and I cannot bring myself to make you fulfill
them. Because you have been the most special to me I will let you
choose how you would like to go?” the smile on his face as he said
this to me was pitiful. For the first time I experienced true fear.
“Mr.
Noble. I will not beg you for my life as I feel you would gain
satisfaction from that and frankly I do not want to give that to
you,” I could tell he treasured the death moment in his girls but
as I said this his smile faded, “I am afraid to die. I have never
had to think about it as much as I have these past three weeks. Since
I am your special girl I would like to die a special way. Being
suffocated or drowned is terrifying. I do not want to feel fear for
as long as that takes to die. Please just shoot me in the head and
end this for us both,” if he was going to kill me I would resolve
to have it be done in the most horrible way possible for him. You
see, Mr. Noble is not one for blood. We did not eat red meat because
of it and he nearly fainted when he cut his finger once. If he hadn't
immediately made me go to my holding room I could have escaped then.
“If
that is what you want my Marie,” Mr. Noble gulped and led me
upstairs. He tied my hands, placed a blindfold over my eyes and put
gauze in my ears so I would not hear it and jump. He was very
thoughtful for a murderer. In those moments my fear subsided. What
was I supposed to do? Cry and give him what he wanted? My family
would be okay, life in the world would go on and I would make sure
Mr. Noble did something different that would maybe stop his sick
reign of terror. A flash of white filled my eyes. A feeling of relief
washed over me. I awoke once again. I thought maybe it was a dream
but something felt different, I felt different. I felt as if I was
there but not there all at once. It was then that I realized I was in
a wall. I shook as hard as I could and jutted out of my deathbed. Mr.
Noble had plastered me up in the wall where no on wold find me. He
bought stuff to embalm me so I could live forever in his home. This
made me feel more angry than I had ever been. I was furious he was
not suffering. I had come back and I would finish this once and for
all.
Mr.
Noble came home with fresh flowers, he made a pot of hot water for
tea and he whistled like he hadn't a care in the world. I waited
until it was dark and he was off to bed. As he settled into sleep I
presented myself at the end of the bed. “Mr. Noble... Mr.
Noble... Oh Mr. Noble,” I chanted. His eyes burst open and
terror was shining through them. I disappeared in a giggle. For a
week I continued my charade, whispering to him as he dozed off and
disappearing before he could see me. He was on edge the whole week
and hardly slept a wink. On the final night I did it again. He had
gone to his room and kept the candle lit. Eventually he passed out
from sheer exhaustion. I whispered his name, “Mr. Noble... Mr.
Noble...”
“Who
is there?” he yelled and immediately he saw me, “Marie! My sweet
Marie,” he sighed, “Oh what have I done to you?” I presented
myself in a most gruesome matter. The gun shot in my forehead could
be seen and blood trickled from it.
“You
did this to me Mr. Noble. You killed me. You took me from my family,
from my friends. You have done this too many times,” I bellowed at
him. He wept and wept begging me to forgive him, “I cannot Mr.
Noble. My family will never have answers.”
“Oh
my Marie, please, I beg you to forgive me. What can I do to make you
forgive me?” he begged and pleaded.
“Sir,
I wanted nothing more than to live. Now I can't so you must pay. End
your life and end my misery,” at that I remained silent as he cried
tears of shame. After a few moments I disappeared, leaving him to
ponder his pathetic existence. An hour later I heard a gun shot. Mr.
Noble had killed himself. He left a note telling the police he had
killed me but did not tell them where I was. He died clutching the
shirt I had worn the day I was taken. Unfortunately this would not be
the end of Mr. Noble. His sacrifice to me had lent him a new
existence in the paranormal world. One that ruin the lives of the
next several families that would move into his house after his
suicide. It wouldn't be until Morgan and Terra moved in that Mr.
Noble's murderous reign of terror would end.
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