The Killer Who Never Killed
By Joseph Logsdon
What happened to Frank Lloyd? He was once an ordinary man, but one night, he committed an unordinary act. Using of all his strength, Frank strangled his beautiful wife. The terror didn't end there, however. After killing his wife, Frank strangled his only son. He didn't know why he was doing it, but how could an insane man explain such a thing? After all, it's not like he hated his family. On the contrary, he loved his family. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself.
When Frank entered his daughter's room, he regretted the fact that he would have to strangle his own child. Before he could do the deed, she awakened from her slumber. Despite the fact that she was a teenager, Frank still saw her as a child.
"Dad, what are you doing up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see you. Is that so wrong?"
"You never want to see me," she stated.
"Marsha, you know that isn't true. Look, we all make mistakes, don't we? Just because I work in the office all day, doesn't mean I don't love you. Hell, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it's true. Everyone has to work for a living, even people like you. Sure, you're relaxing now, but wait until you get out of college. It won't be any fun, trust me," Frank stated.
"Dad, is something wrong?"
"Why? Do I act like there's something wrong?"
"Well, frankly, you are acting strange," Marsha stated as she got out of bed.
"It's just your imagination, I'm sure," Frank stated.
"Dad, you've been under a lot of stress lately, haven't you?"
"Well, not exactly," Frank replied.
"Don't try to deny it, I know you have. We've all been concerned about you, we were just too afraid to say anything. We know you take pride in your job, but everyone has a limit, even you. Now, why don't you go back to bed? Once you get some sleep, I'm sure you'll feel better. We'll talk more in the morning, okay?"
"You're such a good daughter," Frank stated.
"I only want you to be well," Marsha replied.
"Don't worry, Marsha, I will be. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to tell you a secret," Frank stated.
"Too bad, she was so beautiful," Frank stated.
"Your mother," Frank answered.
"What does mom have to do with anything?"
"She's sleeping, that's all," Frank laughed.
"What do you mean, sleeping?"
"Though, for some reason, she won't wake up. Strange, isn't it? Well, when you've been married for years, it's harder to control yourself, if you know what I mean," Frank stated.
"Dad, you're scaring me," Marsha sighed.
"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you. Why, you know there's nothing that I wouldn't do for you, right? I mean, we've been on good terms, haven't we? Everyone else can think I'm a bad man, but not you. If you were to reject me, I don't think I could go on," Frank stated.
"Dad, are you keeping something from me?"
"They're dead," Frank stated.
"What are you talking about?"
"You have to believe me, I didn't mean to do it," Frank cried.
"What are you saying?"
"Don't hate me," he cried.
Before Marsha could respond, Frank placed his hands around her throat. Just as things started to look bleak, Frank opened his eyes. Staring at the doctor, Frank realized that he was experiencing a dream.
"You experienced your greatest fear," the doctor answered.
"What do you mean?"
"When you came to me, you said that you feared killing your family. Since I couldn't treat you consciously, I decided to treat you unconsciously. If you experienced your fear, you would manage to overcome it. Well, we're not there yet, but we're making progress, no doubt," the doctor stated.
"It seemed so real," Frank stated.
"Well, when the mind believes in something strong enough, it will find a way to make it real. It seems fantastic, but, then again, who is to decide what is real, and what is not?"