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Welcome to my Web site! Story pages.AUTHOR'S NOTE: All of my stories are my intellectual property. I have posted them to share with you, the reader. You will make no attempt to claim my work as your own under any circumstances. Schizophrenic "Of course I didn’t believe him. Why should I believe him? After all, he was crazy,” Bill told the reporter. “Once he even accused me of stealing his lawnmower. Imagine that: me stealing Jay’s lawnmower. It’s ridiculous!” Bill shook his head. “He was my friend though. Crazy or not. And a good bowler. Man! I barely ever break 200.” Bill went on. “Sometimes we’d go fishing, Jay and me. We’d take a little row boat and some beers and sandwiches and sit on the lake all day. Jay would tell me these stories. Man! He had a bunch of stories. He’d tell me about how the aliens were studying him. That they spied on him and put thoughts into his brain. Of course, when his case manager came to check on him one time, I asked if Jay was, ya know, ‘normal.’ She said he had schizophrenia. I didn’t know much about schizophrenia, but I went to the library and learned about it. Jay was my friend.” Bill shrugged. “But when he told me that the aliens were wanting to take his head, I didn’t believe him. But now, I don’t know.” Bill shook his head slowly. “I just don’t know what happened to Jay. Or where his head is! Man. Isn’t that something? I sure am going to miss Jay.” The reporter made a brief statement regarding police involvement and further investigation. The report aired at 7 and 10 o’clock. Nobody thought much of it. Jay was crazy, after all. After several days, another neighbor phoned police saying that Bill had not been seen for several days. Fearing him dead inside his home, police kicked in Bill’s door. The living room, bathroom, and kitchen seemed fine, but the rest of the house was completely empty. The shades were drawn, the doors shut, and the bedrooms and den unfurnished. It was as if the house was only used for having company, but not living in. Police were puzzled, but did not find Bill. The garage was almost as empty as the bedrooms, containing only: a fishing pole, tackle box, bowling shoes, and a bowling ball lying on the garage floor. Bill’s disappearance was announced at 7 and 10 o’clock. Nobody thought much of it. Few people knew Bill. The man who had phoned in Bill’s disappearance went back inside his house. In his otherwise empty garage were two items: a lawnmower, and a bowling bag with Jay’s head inside. |
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