Post by Marcel on Jun 9, 2003 3:06:44 GMT -6
From Ed`s site ... 
RUSTIN PARR
It is 1941, nine months before America gets involved in World War II. Your name is Rustin Parr, and you are 48 years old. You were born in 1892. You have lived in Frederick County, Maryland all your life.
You didn't go to school much. Both your parents were dead before you were 10 years old. That's when you moved to Burkittsville to live with your aunt and uncle. Your uncle was pretty abusive but he was a carpenter, and he taught you everything he knew. You liked Burkittsville a lot. The woods that surrounded the town were great to get away from everyone and be by yourself. You've always liked to be by yourself.
That's why it wasn't much of a surprise when you decided to build a house up in the hillside, a four-hour walk from town. You were in your early twenties and it took you almost five years to finish the house. It was a beautiful, three-story home next to a creek. You continued to work at your uncle's shop for a few more years, but little by little you began to come into town less and less. Then your aunt died and your uncle moved to Baltimore. There wasn't much reason to go back anymore.
You have lived in this house ever since then. You live a peaceful life, smoking your pipe and taking long walks in the woods. You were happy. You love nature and the animals all around you. You go into town about twice a year to pick up supplies.
THE KILLINGS
You can't remember exactly when, but it seemed to be a few years ago that you started seeing a figure in the woods sometimes during your long walks. You would call out to it but it would disappear. Soon, you noticed that it was a woman, though she didn't really show her face to you. She wore a long, dark, hooded cloak. You never felt fear when you saw the woman, you just wondered who she was. Every time you would run after her she would vanish.
Then, that winter, you began to hear the voice in your head. At first it was at night, and you thought they were dreams. But soon you started hearing the voice during your waking hours, and that's when you began to be afraid. The voice was an old woman, and she would say all kinds of things in strange languages. Sometimes she would repeat words over and over again. You never saw the woman in the woods ever again, but this voice lived in your head for quite a while.
After almost a year of this voice, you began to lose your senses. The voice began to tell you to do things, and you would do them. At first they were meaningless things, like sleeping in the cellar for a week at a time. Other times she would make you do things in the woods.
Then, in November of 1940, she told you to go down to Burkittsville and get the first child you saw. For some reason you did this, you followed the voice's directions completely. You took a little girl from the school playground and brought her to your house. You tied her up, and beat her until she stopped crying. Then you took off her clothes, bathed her and tied her up in the attic.
The next day, the voice told you to carve symbols into the little girl's face and arms. You did it. The voice told you to take the girl downstairs to the cellar and tie her to the floor. You did it. The voice told you to cut the girl's belly open and pull her intestines out. You did it. The voice told you to kill the girl. You killed the girl. The voice told you bury her intestines in the woods. You buried them in the woods.
The voice left you alone for a few weeks, but it soon returned with the same command, to bring a child to the house. You followed her directions six more times that winter until you had killed seven children, one at a time, and buried their intestines in the woods.
That night, after the seventh child was dead, you woke up and the cloaked figure was in your room. You couldn't see it that clearly in the dark but you knew who it was. She spoke to you in the same horrible voice that had haunted your head for more than a year now. She told you that you were finished now and to go into town the next day and tell everyone what you had done. She said she would leave you alone if you did this. Before she disappeared, you noticed that her feet didn't touch the ground.
The next day you went into town, into a market and yelled, "I'm finally finished!" The police followed you up to your house and found the rotting bodies of the seven little children. You were arrested and convicted of the deaths.
The voice has stopped in your head. You don't know who the cloaked woman was but you know that she was an old ghost of some kind. Her voice in your head and the fact that she never touched the ground makes it clear to you that this woman was not alive. You are sorry for what you did but at the same time you are glad that this woman is out of your head now.
You are going to die next week. You will be hanged. You are scared, but you prefer anything to the old woman's voice in your head.
RUSTIN PARR
It is 1941, nine months before America gets involved in World War II. Your name is Rustin Parr, and you are 48 years old. You were born in 1892. You have lived in Frederick County, Maryland all your life.
You didn't go to school much. Both your parents were dead before you were 10 years old. That's when you moved to Burkittsville to live with your aunt and uncle. Your uncle was pretty abusive but he was a carpenter, and he taught you everything he knew. You liked Burkittsville a lot. The woods that surrounded the town were great to get away from everyone and be by yourself. You've always liked to be by yourself.
That's why it wasn't much of a surprise when you decided to build a house up in the hillside, a four-hour walk from town. You were in your early twenties and it took you almost five years to finish the house. It was a beautiful, three-story home next to a creek. You continued to work at your uncle's shop for a few more years, but little by little you began to come into town less and less. Then your aunt died and your uncle moved to Baltimore. There wasn't much reason to go back anymore.
You have lived in this house ever since then. You live a peaceful life, smoking your pipe and taking long walks in the woods. You were happy. You love nature and the animals all around you. You go into town about twice a year to pick up supplies.
THE KILLINGS
You can't remember exactly when, but it seemed to be a few years ago that you started seeing a figure in the woods sometimes during your long walks. You would call out to it but it would disappear. Soon, you noticed that it was a woman, though she didn't really show her face to you. She wore a long, dark, hooded cloak. You never felt fear when you saw the woman, you just wondered who she was. Every time you would run after her she would vanish.
Then, that winter, you began to hear the voice in your head. At first it was at night, and you thought they were dreams. But soon you started hearing the voice during your waking hours, and that's when you began to be afraid. The voice was an old woman, and she would say all kinds of things in strange languages. Sometimes she would repeat words over and over again. You never saw the woman in the woods ever again, but this voice lived in your head for quite a while.
After almost a year of this voice, you began to lose your senses. The voice began to tell you to do things, and you would do them. At first they were meaningless things, like sleeping in the cellar for a week at a time. Other times she would make you do things in the woods.
Then, in November of 1940, she told you to go down to Burkittsville and get the first child you saw. For some reason you did this, you followed the voice's directions completely. You took a little girl from the school playground and brought her to your house. You tied her up, and beat her until she stopped crying. Then you took off her clothes, bathed her and tied her up in the attic.
The next day, the voice told you to carve symbols into the little girl's face and arms. You did it. The voice told you to take the girl downstairs to the cellar and tie her to the floor. You did it. The voice told you to cut the girl's belly open and pull her intestines out. You did it. The voice told you to kill the girl. You killed the girl. The voice told you bury her intestines in the woods. You buried them in the woods.
The voice left you alone for a few weeks, but it soon returned with the same command, to bring a child to the house. You followed her directions six more times that winter until you had killed seven children, one at a time, and buried their intestines in the woods.
That night, after the seventh child was dead, you woke up and the cloaked figure was in your room. You couldn't see it that clearly in the dark but you knew who it was. She spoke to you in the same horrible voice that had haunted your head for more than a year now. She told you that you were finished now and to go into town the next day and tell everyone what you had done. She said she would leave you alone if you did this. Before she disappeared, you noticed that her feet didn't touch the ground.
The next day you went into town, into a market and yelled, "I'm finally finished!" The police followed you up to your house and found the rotting bodies of the seven little children. You were arrested and convicted of the deaths.
The voice has stopped in your head. You don't know who the cloaked woman was but you know that she was an old ghost of some kind. Her voice in your head and the fact that she never touched the ground makes it clear to you that this woman was not alive. You are sorry for what you did but at the same time you are glad that this woman is out of your head now.
You are going to die next week. You will be hanged. You are scared, but you prefer anything to the old woman's voice in your head.
wow. i'm speechless. i could picture every word in my head. blairville has a lot of sevens when it comes to killing. 
.s:: everything happens for a reason. truth is that to reflection, and lies of that to hide your self. i love you all, kasia
