|THE MIND FUCKERS by Steven Havelock|
Matthew Allman—AKA Palehorse—sat in the dock charged with causing the murders of over three hundred people. His face was deathly pale.
This is it. There’s no way I’m getting out of this now.
He had been offered a lighter sentence if he’d turn super grass and name his two co-killers.
Even if I turn them in, I’m still going to be in prison for life. 300 murders, no one would get of lightly.
The judge turned to him.
“How do you plead?”
“Not guilty,” he said barely able to hide a smirk.
James stood on the edge of the bridge, ready to throw himself from the top. His phone bleeped again. He looked at the message.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS MESSAGE, PLEASE BE AWARE IT IS FROM YOUR FAMILY. YOUR FAMILY LOVES YOU. YOUR FAMILY WANTS YOU TO WAKE UP! PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP
Tears streamed down his face.
I love my family so much. But they are all dead. They all died in a car crash six months ago.
The three members of the ‘Deadlife crew’ sat in their dank badly lit basement. All around them computers hummed, and the speakers beeped to hundreds of messages.
“Yes, I got another one!” screamed Palehorse.
“Well I’m still ten up on you, slow coach!” shouted Bishop.
“Hey hold on! I got one on a bridge!” Palehorse shouted back. “It will be my hundred and second!”
All other two members stopped what they were doing and came to look at the feed from the latest ‘marks’ cell phone on Palehorse’s monitor, of the guy on the bridge.
They saw his face.
“He’s an ugly fucker!” said Deadman.
“Crying like a baby!” replied Bishop with a smile of glee on his features.
“Do it!” screamed Deadman.
2 days earlier
James had been online when he’d received a message. It read:
YOUR FAMILY ARE BESIDES THEMSELVES WITH SADNESS AND MISS YOU SO, SO MUCH. YOU DO NOT KNOW THIS YET, BUT YOU ARE IN A COMA. YOUR FAMILY IS DESPERATE FOR YOU TO WAKE UP. THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!
FROM DR JORDAN SMITH.
That first message had sent James spinning into a world of confusion.
My whole family died in a car crash...but what if...what if they never died…what if it was me? I am the one that fell into a coma?
And…And... This world all around me is not real?
A few hours later he received another message.
IT’S YOUR MOTHER SON…I MISS YOU SO, SO MUCH…PLEASE WAKE UP!
FROM YOUR MOTHER.
James’ world was spinning like he had never felt before.
I’m in a coma? But I feel awake…
Then he received message number three.
I AM DR JORDAN SMITH,
YOU ARE IN HOSPITAL UNDER MY CARE. WE ARE SENDING YOU MESSAGES TO GET YOU TO WAKE UP. IT IS A NEW EXPERIMENTAL PROCEDURE. WE DON’T KNOW IF YOU CAN SEE THESE MESSAGES BUT IF YOU CAN PLEASE BE AWARE THEY ARE OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANT AND YOUR FAMILY ARE HERE BY YOUR BEDSIDE, WAITING FOR YOU…THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!
James remembered that night six months ago. They had been returning from a cousin’s wedding. James had been driving. He had seen the lorry too late because he was coming off the slip road. The lorry had ploughed into them without remorse.
I spent eight months in hospital recovering. The nurses caring for me would look at me sadly but not say a word when I asked them about my family members. I wondered why none of them visited.
Then eventually…Eventually when I was better, they told me the truth…The awful truth….
“Oh my God!” screamed Bishop.
“What is it?” cried Deadman.
“We got a trace!” The fear in Bishop’s voice was palpable. “If they trace us we will get sent down, not for hundreds but thousands of years!”
“Cut the feed!” shouted Deadman.
“NO!” Palehorse responded. “Just thirty more seconds!”
“No! Cut the fucking feed!”
“Ten more seconds, he’s going to do it!”
“No! Cut the feed now!”
James felt the rush of air in his face and saw the choppy water, hundreds of meters below. His phone beeped again.
James, this is the United States cyber police. Please pay attention! You are not in a coma. You have been targeted by a serial killer cult. They want you to kill yourself. Don’t believe their lies. You are not in a coma. We can see the feed of you on the bridge from your phone. Don’t do it, please don’t do it!
“Do it, you fucking shit!” shouted Palehorse.
James moved closer to the edge.
“He’s going to do it!” responded Bishop.
“We haven’t got time!” Deadman interrupted. “Cut the fucking feed!”
“No! Five more seconds!”
James’ phone beeped again.
Message number 4:
SON, IF YOU CAN HEAR US PLEASE WAKE UP!!
THE DOCTOR IS SAYING WE SHOULD CUT YOUR LIFE SUPPORT AS YOU SHOW NO SIGNS OF WAKING OR OF LIFE.
YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE BESIDES OURSELVES WITH DESPAIR.
SON THIS IS YOR LAST CHANCE. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
“Shit, they got a confirmed trace!” screamed Bishop.
“We got to get our shit and run!” Deadman replied.
“The cops will be here in minutes!” Deadman’s face was deathly pale. “We got to go now!”
The two hackers stuffed their bags with their most essential possessions and in seconds were heading for the door.
He’s going to do it, thought Palehorse, just a few more seconds…
It’s going to be my 103! I will be immortalized as the greatest serial killer of all time!
James, this is the United States police, you have been targeted by a serial killer cult. Do not jump, repeat do not jump, you are not in a coma.
Palehorse’s face turned red with anger.
I really want this kill!
He stopped the scripted messages program and started to type.
DO NOT BELIVE THE LIES, THEY ARE FROM DEMONS WHO WANT YOU TO DIE AND NEVER SEE YOUR BELOVED ONES AGAIN.
DO IT! DO IT NOW! WHILST YOU STILL CAN!
Palehorse sat in the dimly lit basement, typing. The seconds were ticking away. He heard the police sirens in the distance but was too fixated on the screen to pay them any attention.
James felt confusion and pain like he had never felt before.
What if the messages are real?
I love them so much and they want me to wake up. I must see them again…
James stepped forward.
The judge was ready to hand down his sentence.
“On all counts of three hundred murders you have been found guilty. You do not deserve ever to walk free outside again. You will die in prison.”
I’m going to live forever! Immortalized as the greatest serial killer of all time.
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