Note: The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.
Evil is everywhere. Some know it, and others don't care to think about it. Evil is the worst thing in the world, because it can strike at any time and any place. Just when someone thinks that their life is finally starting to take shape, something crashes down on them, and shatters their life into thousands of pieces. There are two forms of evil - natural evil and moral evil. Natural evil is where something happens that cannot be controlled, such as a tsunami or an earthquake. However, the worse evil is moral evil. Moral evil is so much worse because it can be prevented, yet many people choose not to. Instead, they choose to carry out horrific acts, knowing that it would cause devastating damage to others. In the story you are about to read, moral evil is shown in this way. My dear friend was actually a character in this story, and she told me of everything that happened to her - she barely escaped alive. One year on, she asked me to write about these unbelievable events because she wanted to expose one person in it, wanting the world to know who she is. So, here goes...
"I can't believe we've finally done it!" cried Diane to her husband, Mark, who she had recently married.
"I know, darling. We've been waiting for so long for this all to happen!" said Mark, who was equally excited.
The married couple, both in their mid-forties, had both wanted to set up their own business for years, and when they moved into the area after they got married, they were making friends quickly and were excited about their new lives. After six months as husband and wife and living in Rotterdale, Mark and Diane were finally looking forward to the future.
For hours that morning, they watched the customers come and go, and they loved it; the feel of making people happy on a morning really got to them. Norma, who Diane had known since childhood, entered the cafe. She was an elderly woman now, and she was always there to advise Diane in difficult times. Without Norma, Diane would be lost.
"So, you've finally done it, Diane!" she said, walking in to give her dear friend a cuddle.
"I know, I can't believe this is really happening!" cried the over-excited Diane.
"You do know how to handle things, don't you?"
asked a concerned Norma.
"You worry too much, Norma. We'll be fine. Mark's got his degree in business, and I've worked for businesses for many years now, so we both know what we're doing. It's strange, because I was looking up to the business owners, and now I am one!"
"I just don't want you to make any mistakes,
that's all. Make sure you discuss every decision that you make,
"We will. Now, do you want anything?"
"I'll have a tea, milk but no sugar".
"I know that by now", Diane said, smiling.
The local dentist then entered the cafe.
"This is certainly the place for a cafe round here", he said, "I predict you'll do very well round here".
"Well, I'll take your word for it, since you're a very intelligent man", replied Mark.
"So, how long have you been living round here, now?" asked the dentist.
"Just over six months", replied Mark, "and it's been the best six months of our lives, for both of us".
"Have you had a hard time in the past?" he asked,
trying not to pry too much into a stranger's personal life.
"Let's just say, I have come across some of the worst people in Great Britain".
"I don't mean to pry or anything. I'm just used to people coming to me with these horrid stories. Anyway, I have to leave. I have to order a new batch of sedatives".
"I understand. I just want to forget the past completely and move on", said Mark, who did not want to give any details of his past away to a perfect stranger. He then proceeded to kiss his wife on the forehead.
Later that evening, in the local pub, Diane and Mark were talking away to their neighbours, as usual. It seemed like a normal night. When Mark went outside for a cigarette, he noticed that the "for sale" sign two doors away from him had been taken down. He thought nothing of it and went back inside.
"I've just noticed that someone has moved in a couple of doors down from us", he said to Diane.
"I wonder who they are. I hope they're not bad people", replied Diane, who did not yet know the true definition of bad.
"That doesn't matter. Anyway, Thomas, Martina and Chelsea will be coming in a couple of weeks, so we'll have plenty of people who we know around".
"You're right", replied Diane, cuddling into her husband.
The atmosphere in the pub was the same as any pub on an evening. People were talking away to each other with their drinks, and everything seemed perfectly normal.
Suddenly, everything changed. A woman unknown to the area entered the pub, and only one person knew her - Mark. For a woman in her early forties, she could pass for twenty. She was tall, had a fairly muscular build, and had long, black, curly hair. Her eyes were slightly slanted, and she had blue eyeshadow around her eyelids. Her lips were rouged. She had obviously made the effort to make herself look good for some purpose. The make-up on her face made her look pink, so overall, just looking at her, she looked like she was a supermodel. Then she started to speak.
"The name's Alice. I'm new to the area. I've just moved into the house over the road", she said with a fairly relaxed, posh accent, looking over at Mark. Her voice was very calm, like she was a timid character.
Mark just stood there, motionless. He could not believe his eyes when he saw her. He knew from the instant he saw her who she was.
"Come on", he said after he got over the shock, "we're getting out of here right now!"
"Why?" asked an innocent Diane, who did not have the slightest idea of who the woman was, having never met her before.
"I'll tell you later", he replied, rushing out of the doors.
Diane followed, and on the way out, she noticed Alice winking at her. Diane just stared at her, puzzled.
Outside, Mark was stood, shaking.
"What was all that about?!" asked an enraged and embarassed Diane.
"That woman...that bloody woman!"
"What? Who is she?"
"She is the most evil, psychotic person on this planet!"
"Why? What has she done?"
"I'll tell you later, but the things she has done...the lives she has ruined!"
"How do you know her?"
"She's my ex-wife, Alice, and she is going to turn our lives upside down!" Mark said with a deadly serious face. "God, Diane. This is the end of us!"