THE HALLOWEEN MURDERS: PART THREE

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." - Edgar Allan Poe

Everyone in my life was dead and it was my fault. Over the course of ten years my life had been shredded and there was nothing left of me but emptiness and nothingness. I was a hallowed shell that had no meaning or soul. I still existed in my human body but everything inside of me was dead and void of feeling which included the feeling of fear. When any individual has nothing to loose then they are able to commit whatever acts necessary to achieve their goal. I no longer feared my brother and it had taken these many years to put together a plan to rid this vile creature from the face of this earth. He had continued to taunt me with his cat and mouse game and eventually killed everyone I knew including Detective Benson.
I stood quietly in the empty house as my cell phone waited to connect with the person on the other line. Suddenly, a woman answered and I instantly told her that I was in the house where it all started and I was waiting for my brother to arrive. I told her that I needed her there to finish what Cory had started and she told me that her and her cameraman were already on their way. There were times when Nancy Grace’s voice annoyed me and her style of journalism was to sensational for my taste. I resented her headlines that always ended in an exclamation point such as, “ANOTHER INNOCENT VICTIM AS SELF CENTERED CHAD EATS BON BONS IN SECRET MANSION HIDEOUT!”
It was Halloween night and ten years had passed since the first murders and I had made sure that Cory was able to track me to our parents house. I had done a series of phone interviews for the approaching ten year anniversary with Nancy Grace, dropping hints that I wanted to revisit the house in Illinois. I looked around the worn down room as flashes of my family and friends entered into my head… pictures of Mom… Jason… Gene… Elijah… Summer… Marleo… Nora…
I refocused my eyes as Nancy Grace entered the house, her cameraman coming instantly behind her. I asked her not to speak as my head continued to pound with images of everyone I had ever known. She pierced her lips in her signature Nancy Grace style and rolled her eyes as if I had any baring on what she could or could not do. She started filming the room and began her commentary in the camera as a feeling of reunited wholeness filled my hallowed shell. I knew he was in the room and I turned around to face my brother one last time.
He stood there with his large kitchen knife soaked in the blood of every victim he had took from me over the years. He stood there smiling his devilish smile, his dark eyes staring deep into mine as his smirk grew ever wider. His insanity was meant with my own insanity as I found myself grinning, looking deep into his dark eyes. The anticipation of this moment had been building for so many years and I felt joy exploding inside of me as I prepared to engage him to the death. It was our insanity that bounded us together in brotherhood and we would each enjoy the ripping of each other’s flesh. This moment was the only reason that sustained us throughout the years, both of us knowing that this day would finally arrive and it all would be finished.
I pulled out my own knife the very moment we lunged toward each other in a fight to the death. He grabbed my hair has he sliced my flesh open on my left arm. My knife went instantly into his hip as if I was slicing a simple cube of butter. I looked up at him as his fist went into my face and I fell back onto the floor with him quickly on top of me, stabbing me in my side. The blood was flowing and I could feel the warm liquid spreading everywhere onto the floor. We held on tightly to each other as we rolled around the floor taking turns punching and stabbing each other and I relished every moment of it. Not once throughout the fight did my smile leave my face because the entire time I knew I had the upper hand and that I would have the last victory.
At one point in the fight I knocked Cory off balance and I was able to push him off of me as he went flying into a wall. The opportunity now presented itself to end this as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. I screamed out, “Pop this Bitch!” as several shots were fired into my brother’s chest. Nancy Grace screamed in delight as Cory tumbled to the floor. My grin only grew wider.
I looked over to my side and saw Gene and Jason standing there, both urging me to go on. They both began speaking to me, “You know he isn’t dead. He will keep coming back over and over again and Nancy Grace will never leave you alone. You must tell him your secret and end this. Make sure you end this.” My grinning face turned from them and I looked down at Cory taking a picture out of my coat pocket. I glanced down at the picture and turned it around so Cory could see it before I put him to rest.
The look of defeat spread on his face. Yes… I had won! The picture was of 14 year old Isaiah, Cory’s own son that he thought he had killed. Isaiah had lived and the very day of the first murders I had taken Isaiah to another town, to another family, to another life.
“That’s right Bitch… YOU LOOSE!” I picked up a nearby ax and chopped my brother’s head off and then poured gasoline all over his body sitting him on fire. The flames rose up and began to devour every part of my parent’s house. I continue to grin as Nancy Grace and I walked away from the burning structure that once was the home of my family, not once looking back.
“I will grant you every interview you want, I will visit your show nightly if I have too, I will even give you every detail over the past ten years so you can publish another book but you must promise me something. You must promise me that you will never reveal that Isaiah is alive. I don’t want to ruin his life like my life has been ruined. Promise me that and I will grant you exclusive rights to what has happened.” Normally Nancy Grace would have balked at my offer but deep inside of her, she too wanted to protect Isaiah from being a victim of sensational journalism. She nodded her head and we continued to walk away from the fire that raged behind us. I walked toward a future of media onslaught, hoping and praying that Cory wouldn’t come back for me and drag my ass back to hell. My final thought before waking up was that there was always room for a sequel or a remake…
The morning after I had the “Halloween Murders” dream I realized that I had been watching to much of John Carpenter’s Halloween and the numerous sequels that followed. It was like each segment of those films had blended together and played out in my head… same story, different cast. After my morning shower, I headed over to my brother’s house to pick up Isaiah and Elijah; the boys and I were spending the day out at the lake with my home girl Nora and her bunch. As we were leaving I glanced over at Cory and told him I would have the kids back in a few hours. He said, “okay, see you later.” and waved, his dark eyes piercing my own as a chill went up the spine of my back. Yea… I was watching way to many horror films lately, it was time to switch to romantic comedies with Drew Barrymore for a while. I love my brother and he’s basically a great guy if he’s not on my nerves as little brothers tend to do. I know logically that he is not a psychopathic killer that would go on a blood lust to kill every single person in my life. At least… hopefully he’s not.