Phantom Rising

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Enter the villainous, insane mind of the Phantom of Hudson Bay, as he reeks havoc on the concrete jungle itself. In this 4-part series, you will be introduced to the killer himself, meet the man who's spent his entire career trying to put the Phantom behind bars, and the story that will unfold as tragedies spread throughout the city.

Phantom Rising

 

"Do you know why I do it Doc?" He said, a devilish grin across his face as he sat back in the chair, his arms strapped to the armrests. "And no, I won't accept any of that 'daddy was a drinker, mama didn't last' shit. I had a pretty nice home life actually, nothing there really to pluck out. College was okay I guess, lots of ramen and books, I suppose it's ironic I got a Bachelors in psych, eh?" The man let out a dark, quiet chuckle. "Can you believe that I don't have a real reason? Is it plausible to you that I just, get bored? That everyday life just isn't enough for me?"

The doctor was a small, quiet man, he'd worked with just about all sorts of insanity cases, he'd identified cause and reasons of all sorts of mental issues and crimes, and he wasn't easily intimidated by his clients. But this...creature was different, in every way he was perfectly fine, mentally, he was strong, smart, but everything about his crimes just screamed something was wrong with him. Surely no sane man could do all this with no remorse, no reason, no difficulties? And the way he looked at the doctor, it gave him chills. Stone cold steel eyes, paired with that chilling grin, he just looked through you. He could almost smell the fear in the doctor, and it was making him happy, like a wolf playing with its wounded prey.

"I can see it on your face, in your eyes Doc. You think I'm a monster. Some sort of...hell-born demon, sent to reek havoc on the world, right? Does it almost kill you to think that I could be just as normal as you?" The way he said kill gave the doctor goosebumps, a fear that it was a sort of forewarning sent shivers down his spine. No no no, the doctor reassured himself, the police have restrained him. It's impossible, he can't lay a finger on me. 

"You're sick son. I'm here to help you, not judge you. Inside this room I don't care who you are or what you've done, I just want to help fix your problem, that's all." The doctor pushed his glasses up, and looked at the man firmly, he had the feeling that this man saw right through what he was saying, but it was worth a shot.

"Am I really sick? I feel fine, bit hungry really, but otherwise I'm a-okay. Fresh as a daisy." He smiled again, slightly cocking his head to the side, like he'd picked up a new reading from the doctor. "And if you truly didn't care what I'd done outside of here, you'd have no reason to be absolutley scared shitless right now, yet here you are." He let out another low, grumbling chuckle, "No, no, no dear doctor. You're afraid, and yet you most likely can't tell why can you? Some deep feeling that just makes you want to scream and run as far away as you can. A natural instict to flee before you're killed, and oh yes doctor it is coming, very very soon." This time he let out a laugh, loud and terrifying, the doctor nearly froze to his seat in fear, and the man threw his head back in laughter. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed outside, and the doctor realized the man was no longer laughing, or even smiling. He was just staring, cold and hard into the doctors eyes. "Do you know why they call me the Phantom, doctor?" The lights flickered.

The doctor didn't wait to answer, he stood up and moved quickly to the door, ready to call for the police to take this man away. He nearly had the doornob before a strong hand pulled him back by the shirt and onto the floor. He was practically terrified to tears to find this monster of a man standing between him and his escape. "You see I just...do things, things no one can truly explain. For example, the restraints on that God-awfully uncomfortable chair, how did I escape those? You saw them tightned and locked yourself. It's almost as if a ghost just passed right through them. Oh but I'm real alright." He reached down to the squirming doctor and picked him up by the neck, squeezing. "I'm real and here. You promised you didn't care who I was or what I'd done inside this room doc, I truly do hope this counts as well. No hard feelings."

Darkness came creeping in, and with one final hard snap of the neck, the doctor lay lifeless on the floor, and he was alone. No sign of the Phantom remained, not an open door, not even a window. When the police would find the doctor they would be astonished to find no traces of the killer left, not even a fingerprint.

 As if a ghost itself had passed through that room, Hugo Alan had disappeared, the Phantom of Hudson Bay had once again, passed through the walls themselves.

 


Submitted: March 23, 2016

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