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Possessed
My wife walked out the
back way of our 22 room mansion, towards the garage and I followed her.
Step by step I followed her until we were surrounded by our gigantic garden
where no one could see or hear us. I grabbed the back of my wife’s neck and
held her still while holding my machete. It was the only other plan I had
to save my life from my mother. I remember Catherine struggling to fight
me. I used that blade carelessly and chopped up her body as I was thinking
about my mother abusing me and the hunger pains of my childhood. The whole
time I was killing Catherine I never actually saw what I was doing. My mind
was somewhere else. I put my wife’s possessed brain into a
formaldehyde-filled jar and kept it on my desk at work.
I’m Mr. Baffrey, the wealthiest
banker in Belgium and I was taken into prison last Tuesday. Everyone in my
jail cell thinks I’m crazy, everyone thinks I murdered my wife. I loved my
wife. I just hated what possessed her. I had a rough childhood. My mom was
an alcoholic and my dad was soft. My mom would beat my dad if he angered
her. My parents were poor. I had to wear hand-me-down clothing and we
barely had enough food to eat. However, my mom kept forcing my dad into
having more children. She especially disliked me, she starved me and she
beat me occasionally. Going to school was my only outlet.
The nurse at school
would frequently ask me questions about the bruises on my body. I could not
say a word otherwise my mom would literally kill me. It’s sad to say, but luckily my mom
died from a stroke. She was sitting on her bed and I could see through the
crack in my tiny closet-room that she was calling for my help. I walked out
and stood in front of her bed. She ordered me to call the hospital but I
didn’t move. This was the first time that I disobeyed her. I knew that if I
called the hospital she would get better and then I would have to go back
to the life of a slave-son. I watched as she grabbed her left arm in pain,
then she laid there motionless. She was dead and I was freed.
I was only eight when my mom died so
my dad re-married and I was raised by a nicer step-mother. I had never been
treated with kindness. As a teenager I learned how to invent things. In
time I sold one of my inventions and became very rich. I developed a new
technology called the computer. I made my fortune and decided to become a
banker. I chose to forget all the bad things that my mother did to me as a
child. I haven’t had to think about my childhood, that is, until I met
Catherine.
I didn’t become interested in girls
until I met Catherine. I was
an adult then. She was so
lovely. She was a super-model and she made me a very happy man. She looked
identical to my mother except she had green eyes, and my mom had brown
eyes. She was a lot nicer than my mom. She was what I wanted my mom to be
like. The only reason she
married me was for my wealth but I didn’t mind. Three years later I began
to fall in love with my secretary, Charmanie. She was equally as beautiful
as my wife. I spent most of my time at work rather than at home. I began to
fall out of love with my wife. One night I didn’t come home, and Catherine
was awfully worried. She kept calling me at work but I was busy. I didn’t
answer the phone. I was busy laughing and joking with Charmanie.
I would ask Charmanie to work late
on weekends when I was stressed out. I paid her for her company at work and
I loved being with her so much that I didn’t want to go home. Well, that
night my wife came to the office. Charmanie forgot to lock her office door,
and my wife could see the shadows of two adult bodies in an erotic
position. Catherine walked right in and saw us both. Charmanie was quite
embarrassed. She quickly saw the anger on my wife’s face, grabbed her
personal belongings and ran out of the office. She probably went home.
There sitting on the floor I looked up as my wife walked towards me.
She lifted her right
hand up in the air and started beating me, over and over again while
screaming, “You’re a cheater!” She told me she was going to destroy me, and
take everything I own including all my money and the mansion we lived in.
Catherine said that I would be a very lonely poor man. As soon as I heard
her say that, my mind flashed back to my childhood where I was starving in
the closet, biting and eating my fingernails because I was so hungry. I
could never live that way again.
After all the millions
I’ve earned, I had to stop my mother from possessing my wife’s body. I had
never seen Catherine act this way. I knew it must have been the ghost of my
mother possessing my wife’s brain to say such things. So I killed Catherine
in the garden. I laughed at
the fact that my mother tried to control me again, through my wife. That’s
why I kept the brain. I told my neighbors and Catherine’s family that she
ran off with another man, that she disappeared. I would have gotten away
with killing my wife, if I hadn’t showed her brain to Charmanie.
A few weeks before the
killing, Charmanie and I had good conversations. I felt comfortable around
her. I never told anyone about my childhood, not even Catherine. I told my
secretary what my mom used to do to me. She was shocked, and told me that I
was very lucky to still be alive. Then I told Charmanie, that my mother’s
ghost had possessed Catherine the night she came into the office. I then
told Charmanie to close her eyes and wait for me. I got up, went to the
vault in my office and pulled out Catherine’s brain.
I told Charmanie to open her eyes,
and I said, “Look! It’s my wife’s possessed brain”. Charmanie was shocked
and scared at the same time. She asked, “If that’s your wife’s brain then
where is your wife?” I told Charmanie that I had to kill my wife and
contain the brain because it was possessed by my mother’s ghost. I told her
that I chopped up Catherine’s body and threw it into the river to hide the
evidence. I said, “I still miss Catherine, but she was no use to me because
she was possessed, now that I’ve found you, Charmanie, I’m not alone.” At
that moment Charmanie belched and threw up all over my chest, so I
suggested that she go home.
An hour after she left
my office, I heard several police cars surrounding the building. Then I
knew that Charmanie had called the police on me. Charmanie, the one girl
that I trusted called the cops on me. There was no time to hide Catherine’s
brain back in the vault. The police handcuffed me and now I sit here in
jail for life thinking about how my mother still won. After every
successful thing that’s happened to me, my mother still won. I killed my
loving wife and I’ve lost my fortune because of my mother. This is my
curse.
At trial I admitted to
killing my wife. I explained to the judge and jury that I’ve never really
had a lot of experience dealing with females before Catherine. I even
mentioned that I was abused by my mother as a child. Once I married
Catherine, she never got upset with me because I was rich and I could give
her everything she wanted. She only wanted my money anyways. Charmanie liked
me for who I was, and she was beautiful. But once Catherine caught me
loving Charmanie she became furious and I’d never really seen that side of
her. So I thought it must be my mother trying to possess my wife.
I killed Catherine, and
took out her brain and put it in a jar because my mother was possessing
Catherine’s mind and body. Catherine wasn’t the Catherine I married. My mom
wanted to destroy my success. Charmanie turned me in because she was scared
that I might kill her if she shouted at me like my mom did. I probably
would kill her, because my mom’s ghost would try to possess every woman I
would ever love. I just couldn’t live my childhood again as an adult. At
least in jail I’m free from women.
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