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It was a dark and rainy night as water dripped from the sealing of the bedroom and the smell of urine was the only smell present in the cheapest motel of Manchester, England.
Smoke filled the bedroom as Jimi took one puff' after another of his marijuana joint. As he began to escape the harsh reality of his life, Jimi closed his eyes and visions of his
own perfect world began to appear in his head. Even though this vision was vague and unclear he knew this was a hapy place where the word problem does not exist. This was a
dream that occured to him several times in the past, each time taking him deep into erouneous zones of his mind that evaded all else but the hypnotic mixture of colours, taking on
many different shapes and forms, mainly liquid stirdiness of a somewhat field that extended past horizon.
The next morning when Jimi got out of his bed he walked to the window and uncovered the drapes. He rubbed his eyes to get a clear vision from the nights sleep, and felt a sudden chilling apparition
come over him. There was over half a dozen police cruisers standing in front of his unit and being in possession of a large amount of narcotics his first reaction alerted him, followed by retreat of subleness
and speedily increased blood pressure to his head. The overwhelming feeling of 'no escape began to circulate in his brain when an ambulance caught his eye, and so he decided to take a better look
at what was happening. There was an accident next door, he thought, and decided to go outside and ask around what all the commotion was all about.
"What happened here?" Jimi asked the first person he noticed.
"Looks like someone was killed." the female stranger replied.
"That doesn't sound like a regular cup of morning tea, who was it?" Jimi asked shockingly.
"Don't know, I got here 20 minutes ago, the police was already here." she replied as two police officers were pulling a person in a bodybag, out of the house.
"Look there!" Jimi said pointing to the door of the incident, where a majuscule thin letter "L" was scriptured into the wood with cold blood.
"I wonder what that means, looks quite disturbing."
"Yeah! I think I'm going to go back to my apartment and take a shower."
As Jimi began to walk away an officer called to him "Come here!! Did you by any chance hear any screaming or gunfire last night?" the officer asked.
"No I didn't. What happened?"
"A homocide occured here last night.Two people dead." the police officer replied.
"Some crazy poeple on this planet." Jimi commented and walked away.
Someone was attempting to get closer to the crime scene as a fairly large man dressed in a black tuxedo commanded to step away from the area as a private investigation
was in progress. Jimi went back home and decided to wash-up and watch television. He turned it on and surprisingly a live broadcast of a crime was on the news.
It was the murder that occured next door, the broadcaster speaking:
"Today at 12:30 p.m. two dead bodies were discovered slaughtered and raped. One victim was a forty-five year old man who was a school teacher at St. Marks
school which is five blocks away from the crime scene. The other, was a twenty-one year old girl who lived in the apartment where the crime occured, so far our investigative studies
tell us that she was a prostitute. The working crew has given us photographs made at the crime scene. We find:
Inside the apartment an image of what seems to be the face of the devil has been burned into the carpet and the word "lust" has been written on the front door
with the girls blood. -(pause_This concludes our live broadcast of crimes in Manchester."
Jimi sat there for a couple of minutes later and then said to himself how crazy this world is these days.
Day after day, the amount of investigators appearing at the crime scene was shrinking until several days where not a single detective, police officer or F.B.I. agent had arrived
at the residence. That was the day that Jimi had seen the freakiest thing ever. That night when he was about to go to sleep after taking a hit of acid he heard footsteps
inside the dark apartment (no light was in sight). Until the moment when he heard a deep voice say to him "Be prepared to go away! Stra-berry Fields await you/"
and two red spots appeared, that looked like eyes elevating in the dark room. He instinctly turned on the light but the room was empty.
The next day there was nothing on his mind but what or who that was in the room. He kept his eyes peeled all day long but nothing showed up until 12:30 a.m..
Once again as he laid on his bed smoking hash the same red eyes appeared before him. His hands became numb and his heart was racing extremely fast.
As the eyes moved in closer to him, a match was lit and the face of the creature was revealed. It was a regular man with a pale face and dark circles around his eyes
and seemed to have small horns coming out of the side of his head. As Jimi attempted to ask who he was the man quickly interrupted him, placed his index fingers
onto both his right and left temple and said:
"I am the voice inside your head and I control you.
I am the hate you try to hide and I control you.
I am the needle in you vain and I control you.
I am the high you can't sustain and I control you.
I am the bullet in the gun and I control you.
I take you where you want to go.
I am the end of all your dreams." Trent Reznor '94
At this point the dream had re-lapsed and had become much more realistic than ever. He could actually feel every object he touched and it was just perfect. His heart rate slowed down
peacefulness filled his mind. The out of nowhere something shocking occured within the dream. He began to fall. It was as if he was transparent, falling below the ground through
layers of soil, lava and other underground minerals until reaching a circle of flames which he had found himself being surrounded by. Being inflamed, he felt the tingle of pain given of from
the fire. As the distered setting shifted, he saw himself in the dream and sight frightened the hell out of him, and the hue of the surrounding began to turn geyish/white. He say smoke coming out
of every hole in his body and acids burning his flesh as he fell to his knees and began to scream.
"Today at 12:30 p.m. a man name Jimi Dixon commited suicide in the most painful way imaginable. He filled his bathtub in his apartment with gasoline and torched himself into ashes.
Ouch...that must have hurt! Records show that he was unemployed for most of his life and made a living as a drug dealer. Inside the apartment the same face of the devil has been burned
into the carpet as in the homocide which occured next door not so long ago except in this case the words "Mr. Self Destruct" are written on the front door. Investigators suspect Jimi to have been
the murderer of the two people who died next door. This concludes our live broadcast of crimes in Manchester."