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September 01, 2005

August 22 was not a typical southern summer day. There was a chill in the air accompanied by a cold rain and dark gray skies. It was also the day that we laid William to rest. I suppose the atmosphere was fitting for a funeral.

Father Vicks lead a heart filled service that was nearly drowned out by the sounds of mourning. He painted a picture of William that made him seem almost saint-like and of course everyone soaked than image in. I, on the other hand was nauseas, it was all I could not to vomit. William was a pitiful excuse of a man. Did he really think that I did not know that he cheated on me? How dare he attempt to keep that from me and continue on like he loved me more than life itself?
I knew that something was wrong last summer. Before William had a spine, after he let me walk all over him. Call it woman’s intuition if you like. Of course that night when Jeff called me to inform me that his fiancé had confessed to an affair with William helped to solidify what I already knew. Such a shame that his fiancé met her fate in a car accident, but hey karma is a bitch, wonder if it ever crossed William’s mind that maybe he was being haunted by her? Ha!

Speaking of Jeff, you remember him don’t you? He is the guy that “informed” William that Mrs. Williamson’s daughter visited her grave regularly. Jeff is also the person that told me about how William was such a pussy when they tried to contact Mrs. Williamson with the Ouija board when they were younger.

That night after Jeff told me about the “cheating” we became close. It was extremely hard not to be with Jeff during that time. It was if I were being banished to hell by having to stay with William. Everything about him repulsed me. He had become a shell of a man, and all to hide the affair from me. Pitiful bastard! I put up with it for the retribution.

Honestly, I had no idea how I would seek revenge but I knew William had to pay for his sin. That is until I saw the Ouija board. That night it came to me…William was going to be haunted by his personal demons. So I decided to “contact” Mrs. Williamson. William fell for it hook, line and sinker. Actually I did not think that it would work as smoothly as it did and it sure as hell wasn’t as complicated as it may seem. The saying is true; the mind can be your own worst enemy, especially if you add to that a guilty conscience.

The next day after the initial Ouija board incident I called Jeff. After laughing his ass off at the “contact” with Mrs. Williamson he came up with a plan to make the “possession” real. Jeff is a doctor and had recently treated a patient that had an adverse reaction to Phenobarbital. This patient developed severe night terrors and hallucinations while taking the drug. We decided to see if Phenobarbital could possibly have the same effect on William. So I started slipping it to him via liquid form in drinks etc. It worked like a charm. Phenobarbital plus a guilty conscience equals a lethal combination.

From that point on I just laid out little hints that would later fuel the hallucinations. I learned early on after giving him the Phenobarbital that his hallucinations were direct results of things we discussed. Maybe I would talk about going to church or the bible. Next thing you know the bible is laying in the floor opened to certain passages. I have to admit never in my wildest dreams did I think that he would find the bible opened to passages concerning possession. I suppose personal demons truly are more detrimental than flame throwing winged demons.

I deserve an academy award as well for playing the part of the “touched by the paranormal” girlfriend to perfection. It wasn’t easy not to laugh in his pitiful face while he was telling me about the “infestation” of his house. The only thing that saved me from bursting out with laugher at his sniveling was that I knew this was working to perfection. When he told me about Daniel Hyler and how he killed himself in the house I knew that it was time to see Father Vicks. At that point it was time to plant the seeds of insanity in others. What better person as a witness to William’s demise than a man of the cloth. Sure, the good father probably thinks I am insane too and now I will probably have to sit through a few counseling sessions with him but hell that’s much better than having to sleep next to William.

So did Daniel Hyler really exist? Yes, and he did commit suicide in the very house that William lived in. Not for the reasons that William thought though. Daniel killed himself because he lost his job and could no longer support his family. I have to admit finding out that someone had committed suicide in William’s house seemed to be too good to be true. Again karma is a bitch.

Here I sit in William’s empty house, gathering the last of my things. The house is peaceful now. The possession ended with the gunshot and the retribution was born with the gunshot. A spineless man does not deserve to share oxygen with others. William is where he belongs and I am waiting on Jeff to pick me up.

Ah…there is the horn now…gotta go…you know I think I will take this Ouija board with me as a souvenir.

-Jess