The Unknown

The same happen to my over acting mine.

Sara in LaLaLand

I look at the clock, it is midnight. For hours now I have laid in bed, thoughts spinning in uncontrollable circles. Categorising is not my forte and so I let these thoughts whirl. If I look close enough into the darkness, it is as if I could almost pluck an idea out of mid air and it could appear before me. I try to steer clear from doing so, as my luck in this usually leads me to bringing my nightmares to life. Often I cannot tell what is real and what is my over active imagination. With these projections comes feelings. I manifest demons and they come to harm me. I feel the pain they inflict and so I attempt to stare into the darkness, detached from my thoughts. Letting them free fall from my mind.

This particular night I feel calm and with calmness comes the storm. I…

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Forbidden love

handsstarThe priest walked thru the church deep in though thinking how to deal with his heart desire and his devotion to God. He had a mutual platonic love with a nun. A pure love, the one that happen one’s in a life time. You can feel it in  the air when they were closed together. The congregation was aware of it. They wish them well. At night, he lied on his bed wondering how would be to spend the rest of his life with her raising a family. Sometime dawn found him awake thinking what to do with the situation he found himself in. The though of loosing her was unbearable. He has to make a decision between God and her. Hard thing to do because he wanted to be a priest since puberty.

On the other hand the nun want to leave the convent to marry him. She will alway serve God in another way because she was like him a devoted christian. They have to pick between being in the church as a full-time servant of the Almighty or as a loving couple who love him and will serve him don’t matter what. She asks the Superior nun of the convent for advised. She told her to follow her heart; God will understand, all he want is for his servant to be happy. Tell you priest how you feel about him. I am sure he will make the right decision.

 

The father tired of fighting his feeling went to his superior and told him how he felt about the nun. The Monsignor told him, “son you can serve God in many ways. All he ask of humanity is to follow his teaching to have a better life on earth and a place in heaven when the time come. They renounced their vows married and continue serving the Almighty with fervor. I don’t want to critic the Catholic Church but I think you could serve the church and  have a spouse at the same time. Sorry, IF I offended anyone is just a though.

                                                                                   Author: Melito Santos

 

Whom am I?

Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico few decade ago I learned a few thing about life. Like, life is short in order to live something behind for the world to know that you were here, once you are gone. So, the first thing I did after high school was to join the military. There I begin to live my mark on history. I served for eleven years went to the Persian Golf for Dessert Storm and left the service. Then I worked in a hospital  belong to the Veteran Administration in San Juan. I retired from the federal government in 2015.  I have always been a dreamer and used to create stories in my head but never put them on paper or in this case on the cyber space or computer. I had written few poems and short stories you can read on my site. My first language is Spanish but I love to write in English. So, I am learning on the go; how to be a better writer. I have a great imagination and stories some how come easily into my head. I am writing my first novel and hopefully get publish next year. In the meantime I keep writing short stories on my blog for people who love to read in this busy world we are living in, but have not time. You can read my stories in a short period of time. So, they are not time-consuming. I will continue writing for the people willing to read my work. If you find an error in my writing; remember what wrote before about where I come from and my first language. Thank you for you time.

THE HEAD COLLECTOR

IMG_0446A man walked thru life without any interest in the future.  committing all kind of crimes and abusing his fellow countrymen.  He had a bad temper and corpulence body to go with it. One night he enter a bar, ask to talk to the owner who was one of the baddest motherfucker in the neighborhood. when he came out the man took a twelve-inch blade he had hidden behind his back and cut his head clean of his shoulders. You could see the blood pouring out like it fountain. The people in the bar ran out scared to death the killer walked out of the door and disappear into the night carrying the head in his hands.

The homicide detectives and the scene crime investigator look through out the place looking for the missing head but it was gone. The perpetrator  took his head for who knows what obscure purpose. After the preliminary investigation the rest of the body was taken to the city morgue. There wasn’t a need for an autopsy since the cause of death was obvious. The witness of the crime didn’t want to talk to the police  afraid the head collector will come back and cut their off. That’s how the news people call him. He goes to towns around the country looking for criminals to cut their head. The innocent witness never said anything to the detective investigating the crimes didn’t want to attract the attention of the head cutter.

 

In a country side town was a bully who abused women, old people and children alike. One day he abused a nice old lady who live nearby got in trouble with the law. The local newspaper put his face in the front page. The TV news showed him beating the poor woman on the street recorded by a passerby on his cell phone. The head hunter saw it on the evening news got up his sit pick up the long blade knife. He got into his car to collect the bully’s head. He drove for four-hour to that small town register in a road side motel to wait for him to come out on bail. The man came out of jail on bail not knowing what was going to happen to him; went into a bar to celebrate that he wasn’t in jail.

 

The collector waited in his car until dusk. This time he didn’t go inside because the publicity he had this past few months. The bully came off the establishment walking in zig zag from his drunkenness. When he turn around the corner of the street the head cutter was there; the bully saw a bright light coming toward him, it was the reflection of the street light on the blade. It took one blow to chopped his head off. He collect his prize looks to see if anyone was watching, not that he care, no-one has dared to denounce him yet;  walked to his car and drove home. In a car parked in a dark street was the detective investigating the collector. He knew that soon or later the head cutter will come to get the bully’s head. He was the kind of victim of the perpetrator.

 

The cop didn’t stop him because he was curious about what the man do with the collected head. Instead, he follow him from a distant. The man had the head in a jar next to him; drove down the highway  to his home town. Once he got there walked out the car took the jar into the basement of his house put liquid in it. Put the head on top of a shelf went to bed and felt asleep from exhaustion. The police called the nearest police station for back up and the fiscal attorney for permission to go in.  when the reinforcement arrive with order to arrest the man and search the house. The swat team went inside quietly. The man who had a deep sleep didn’t hear a sound. The officers push him with the front of his weapon waking him up. When he opened his eyes found himself looking through the hole of a 12 inch shotgun. They put handcuffs on him got him off the bed into a police car.

 

The police searched the house from top to button looking for the missing head. One of the cop went inside the basement and almost have a heart attack. When he saw the shelves full of jars with heads in them and empty ones on the side ready to use. He called the scene crime investigation team they process the area found about a hundred head in the room. Looks he had a long run collecting heads. Some of the cops didn’t want to go see the scene, scare to have nightmare after that. One by one the jar were taken out put them in a police vehicle for transport to the nearest morgue with the purpose of returning the head to the respected body.

In the interrogation room at the police station the head cutter sat shackle to a table. Two detective enter the room sat in front of him and asks him, “why you commit those horrendous crimes?”  “I am on this earth to punish the evil doers in the name of God.” He answered. “How is that?” Asks the cop and add, “he talks to you.” ” Not he doesn’t but I know what has to be done to clean the land from the wicked.” “Oh ok, why do you keep the heads preserved in those vases?” asks the other interrogator. “I do it to keep them from doing bad things in the after life.” Said the collector. The cops look at each other and though this guy is out of his mind. “Well, that’s all for now.” the cop said.  They walked him to a prison cell; the corrupt cop in the station didn’t dare to look at the collector’s eyes.

 

He had a fast trial. The jury found him in less than an hour guilty of multiple first degree murders. The judge sentence him to life in prison without right of parole. He was taken to a maximum security jail where he will pay for his action. In the penal institution the prisoners were waiting for him. Some of their closest friend were victim of the head cutter. In a week he was stabbed to death and died.

He saw a bright light at the end of a tunnel walked down the corridor thinking he was going to heaven. When he got closer realize the splendor came from an intense fire in the devil’s lair where he will be punished for all eternity.  His punishment was according to the kind of crime he had committed. He will have his head cut off over and over forever. You can’t correct a wrong thing by doing another.

                                                                                           Author: Melito Santos

Love Is Beautiful

nature-_4_Nobody knows how it begins; a lock of eyes, a tenderly touch of the hand, an invitation to lunch.  Love could be at first sight or grow slowly. It is something you can feel but no see.  A warm feeling who run from head to toe.  You feel like walking on the cloud.  Some live for that person and nobody else; that’s real love.  No the love base on lust that make you go from flower to flower pollinating them.  That isn’t love and isn’t worth it.  A person like that you have to cut it off from the roots.

 

I remember my first platonic love.  when I got close to her sweat cover all body and quiver from the emotion of  closeness.  At night, I laid on my bed thinking about what to said to her the next day.  I wrote in my head a long love letter  but when the time come my legs shake like yellow as soon I get close to her.  I know that our love was mutual but I used to hang around with the wrong crowd.  Once I was going to take the bus to go a college and for some reason my heart was jumping of joy.  When we met on the bus I realize what has my heart all excited. We were in the university and still can’t talk to her.  Thinking about it, I am a coward in the matters of the heart.  In all my love relation the women have taken the lead except with the woman I love the most and broke my heart.  I am so sensible that twenty-five years later still recovering.  Don’t get me wrong we love each other very much.  We leave together for four years in Germany.  Yes, she was German and I am a Puerto Rican station in Deutschland.  Some how the love got lost on the way but “such is life.”

What came after that is too sad to share with you.  I was a wrecked of emotion; remember I wrote I am sensitive.  So, between that and the Persian Golf War my mind was lost in a world of guild (PTSD) That all I will write about that.  Lost in the state of mind I make a lot of love mistake along the way.  I wasn’t prepared for a relation and failed in all the attend to have a companion for life.  Now I have waited close to ten years to try again.  I am in a long distant relationship with someone I met in Costa Rica five month ago to see how it goes.

 

There is a problem with love the person that you like doesn’t like you and the one who’s mad in love with you.  It isn’t you type.  Nowadays it’s hard to get a lasting relationship.  There are some lucky one who got the right person for a lifetime but you have to cherish that relation because things can change in a blink of an eye.  Love is a wonderful feeling and would like to have it back.

                                                                    Author; Melito Santos 

The killer Within

During a foggy moonless night Robert Mathew walk thru the swampy ground lighting his way with a torch made out of an oil wet rag.  Scared out of his mind, he continue walking, thinking about all the scary tale he had heard about the stinky marsh he end off due to a stupid bet. The wet land full of dangerous night creature wasn’t a place to be in pitch darkness ; specially alone.  An owl made a creepy noise; when he saw his big round yellow eye in the dark he almost shit on himself.  Robert walk faster his leg felt like yellow, he quiver but it wasn’t cold since it was summer.  He said to himself in a loud voice, “that fucking owl frighted me to death” and laughed.  He didn’t see all the eyes hiding in the bushes looking at him; preys and predator of the swamp on the look out some to stay alive other for an easy meal.  Every step into the marsh was one pace onto unknown territory.  He has gone so far inside the vegetated area that he didn’t know how to get back without the map.  The one Tom gave him to follow a route mark on it.  So, he can complete the task and win the bet.  Ten thousand dollars prize for a night work is easy money, he thought at first, but now doubts came to his mind.  He thought, “Is it worth to risk my life for few miserable dollars?”  His brain wander from one thought to another, “what’s the purpose of doing this, what Tom want him to accomplish?” His head has a lot of question for which he didn’t has the answer.  The test supposed to last the whole night there were check point where he has to stop along the way to pick up proof of being there.

Robert reached the first check point where he sat on the dried earth; eat fruits, a  piece of bread and washed down with a cup of coffee. while he rest his tired body something caught his eyes; it look like a human headless torso.  He jump to his feet, walk to it, what was there turn his stomach upside down.  Human part were sparse all over the place and it look like it have been there for a long time.  The body was surgically dismembered so it wasn’t an animal kill.  Somebody with knowledge of human anatomy butcher the victim.  He thought about going back to report the crime but greed got the best of him.  Robert thought, “I report it when I finished the cadaver won’t go anywhere.”  He continue the route draw for him by his friend.  His fear was gone and he feel comfortable and sure of himself.  “The unpleasant part of the trip is over,”  so, he thought.  A howling of a wolf brought him back to reality and fear ran up his spine. Then he knew the grave of his situation.  The place is full of predator who could eat him plus a murderous psycho was on the loose.  A horrible thought came to his mind, “what if Tom is the killer after all he used to help my father in his butcher shop.  Then he became an orthopedic surgeon.”  He disregard that  immediately   they have known each other their whole life.  Robert stop to pull out a pistol from his back pack for protection.  what was happening around him make him nervous.  He went to find the next site mark on the map.

The humid air in the heat of a summer night dehydrated his body.  He has to drink plenty of water to prevent fainting in the marsh and end off in the belly of a predator.  Robert continue down the trail to his next check point.  Noises from wild boar, coyote, wolf, owls, and other creature can be heard in the distant.  He tumble on something.  It was a lifeless human body with the extremities separated from the trunk. Now he was afraid because look like it was the work of a serial killer. He forgot about the bet; turn around and follow the map back to the town.  Robert didn’t realize he ran back thru the swamp and has lost most of his equipment.  Near the edge of the marsh he stop to catch his breath.  The closest police station was one mile from the wetland. Exhausted from the journey thru the woods he collapse in from of the police front desk.  The officers pick Robert up and sat him on a chair, called the paramedic and hydrated him.  The rescue team came check his vital sign and told him what he already knew it was fatigue from the long distant ran. Once he gain conscience the police ask him what happen.  He explain his finding to the officer and the case were assigned to two homicide detective.

 

Sergeant Thomas Hicks and his partner Chris Calking have the case assigned to them.  They interview Robert about what he saw in the marsh.  Officer hicks ask him to tell him everything from the beginning. While Calking stand in the corner watching Robert every move and gesture.  He began, “A friend of mine called Tom Richards let me a note with a map indicating that he will pay me ten thousands dollars if I follow the instruction on the paper.”  Do you still have the note?  Ask Hicks. “No I lost most of my equipment on the way here including the map and the paper with the direction,”  replied Robert. “The note said that I have to go to five check point in order to win the bet.  He also let me a back pack with all I need for test.”  Officer Hicks look at him incredulously, it was the nature of being a detective you have to be suspicious of everybody.  Robert continue with his declaration which they recorded in a cord cam.  “I walked the path mark on the map. When I reach the first stop I saw a human headless skeleton trunk and looking the surrounding I found body parts all over the area.”  “The strange thing is that they were removed with surgical precision.” Hicks stop him and ask, How do you know the body was surgically dismembered?”  Robert said, “I Had a doctorate degree in medicine.”  “I see,” replied Hicks. Detective calking took his own note to compare them with the mental note his partner was taken. “what do you do after you saw the human remain?” ask the detective.  “I kept walking down the trail to finish my task and win the prize,” Robert answer.  “Why you didn’t come to report the crime immediately?” Officer Culking interrupted somewhat angry.  “I want to win the ten thousand dollars.  I guess greed got the best of me.” He replied.  So, what happen then? ask Hicks.  “I found another body down the trail and ran back here to report it.”  “Can you take us to the crime scene?”  He said, “yes”.  Ok, let me get my gear ready.

The two detective grab what they need to go find the  crime scene in the swamp.  Daylight has come so it was easy to get to the site.  Along the way they found the written note, the map, and the rest of the stuff Robert has lost.  Hicks look at the map and saw another check points drawn on it.  He put the map and the note in a plastic bag for future reference.  They arrived at the first crime scene marked and called a forensic team to gather evidence.  Then, move to the second site and found other mutilated body.   Sergeant Hicks realized that the location of the bodies coincide with the check point on the map.  He let the crime scene investigator know the location of the second body.  They went looking for the other three site.  The putrefied stench of decomposing flesh impregnated the air.  They saw in the location a ripped apart female body no fully disintegrated.  Now, they knew it has to be a very disturbed serial killer.  The sergeant called for back up to search the marsh for more victims; starting with places mark on the map.  Two more bodies were found in the last locations.  The detective let the forensic and police officer search and process the multiple crime site.

Back in the interrogation room they ask him about his friend Tom because it seem he didn’t exist.  How do you meet this friend of yours? Ask Hicks.  “I didn’t have friend growing up only Tom.  He live next to my home but we meet secretly because my mom didn’t want me to have friends.”  Tell me about you mother? The detective ask.  “She was a very strict witch I didn’t like her a bit.”  “Always telling me what to do and keep me lock in my room.”  “I  didn’t know what happen to her; one day she disappear and I never saw her again.” Robert told the detective.  What about you father?  Hicks ask.   “He has a butcher shop and let Tom and I help him in the shop.  He is the best.”  “Do you mean he still alive?”  “Yes, he is in Rose Mary Home care but he has Alzheimer.”  “It is a long-term home for the elderly.”  “Yes, I know what it is,” said Hicks.  “You and Tom used to help you father cut the animal in the butcher shop.”  “Yes, he taught us how to do it.” “So, you and Tom will know how to dismember a body?”  “Yes sir, but you don’t think we have anything to do with those murders.” Robert said.  “It is to early in the investigation, so, everybody is a suspect.”  “Now tell me more about Tom; when you see him last.”  “I don’t remember; he let the map and the instruction on my home desk along with the ten thousand dollars.” “Oh, I see.  You haven’t seen him or talk to him in a long time.”  “Yes, that’s correct,” replied Robert.  “Ok, I will corroborate all the information and I will get back to you so don’t leave the town.”  Detective Hicks told him and let him go.  “The case is clear,” he thought, “but I need evident.”

The forensic and search team found six human remain so far but have to stop because it was getting dark.  They will go back the next day to cover the rest of the area.  In the meantime the forensic were trying to identify the victims.  They were all female about the same built, age and characteristics.  when they assemble the bodies there was strange thing; all of them were missing a different bone.  One didn’t have the skull, other missed the forearm, another a leg and so on.  That mean the perpetrator have taken souvenirs possibly to revive the experience or something worse reassemble a body out all the different victims. They put faces to all the victims except the one without skull which it look like it was the first victim.  After a search of the missing person data base they came up with the name of all the victims except one. The first victim because it didn’t have a head to put a face on it. All of them were drug and kill the same way.  He cut the femoral artery and let them bled out.  Then remove all body parts with surgical precision.

The search of the dumping site begin early in the morning.  The police and forensic team cover the rest of the area.  They found six more corpse in pieces like the others.  The look every inch of the marsh for evident but there were none.  They took the remain of the victims to the morgue for further analysis.  All of them have similar body structure.  The last six were also identified from the data base.  Who ever was the killer started with the first headless corpse.  That’s the clue to solve the crimes the forensic examiner told Hicks.  He said, “I believe the first victim is the mother of the person who found the first two bodies.”  “He told me his mother disappear and no-one have seen her again.”  “I have her DNA but I need something to compare too,” Said the examiner.  “Ok, let me see what I can do.”  “I need you to contact the victim’s families for closure.”  “I will call them,” said the detective and walked out of the morgue.

Hicks and Culking went to the county judge for a subpoena to check Robert house for evident and DNA to compare to the headless corpse. After checking the documents were in other he signed.  The two detectives thought Robert was the murderer but have to prove it.  They drove to an old brick house at the end of meadow street.  Knock on the door three-time until Robert open it.  “Good morning, Mr. Robert with have an order to search your house.” Detective Culking said and gave him the document.  He read it and let them inside the house.  While Hicks interview him the rest of the police officer search the place.  “Do you have anything belong to you mother like hair brush?” Ask Hicks.  “Yes, her room haven’t been touch in case she come back.”  He respond.  “Can you take me to her room?”  “Sure come this way.”  They went of the stairwell walked to the end of the hallway enter a room.  It look like nobody has put a foot in the bedroom for a long time.  Dust and spider web were every where you look.  Hicks walked to her vanity drawer where he found a comb, a hair brush and tooth-brush; put them in a plastic bag to examine the DNA.  The officer didn’t find any useful evident in the house.  Detective Hicks told Robert to contact Tom and tell him to report to police headquarter.

He called Tom who live four hours away, “Hello, who is it?” ask Tom.  “Hi, It’s Robert.”  “Hello Rob what can I do for you?”  “The police is investigating a series of murders and believe you are a person of interest in the case.  They want you to come to the police station for questioning.”  “I haven’t been there in years who gave him the idea that I know something about it.”  He didn’t wait for an answer and replied.  “Ok, I will there tomorrow.” Said Tom and hung.  The next morning Tom got inside a taxi in the airport and told the driver to take him to the police headquarter in Little Creek county.   He got out of the car in front of the station paid the driver and went up the stairwell and inside the building.  He ask the police at the front desk for Detective Hicks; that was the name Robert gave him.  “Yes, he is here wait a moment.”  He made a call and few minute later a tall man with square jaw came out and escorted him to an interrogation room.  “Hello, I am Sergeant Hicks and you must be Tom.”  “Yes, I am.  Why you ask me to come here?”  “Well, you friend Robert told us that you make a bet with him.  He said you gave him a map and a paper with instruction to follow in order to win ten thousand dollars.” Hicks continue, “The problem is in every check point mark on the map we found human remain and that’s when you come a person of interest on the case.”  “We found a total of twelve bodies in the swamp murdered by the same person.”  “Oh, I see!  you think I have something to do with it.” Said Tom.  ” Let me tell you something I haven’t been in this town for more than ten years.  I haven’t made any bet.  I believe Robert is a very disturb individual due to his over protective mother.”  “You said it wasn’t your map or instruction who lead us to those corpse? Ask Hicks. “That’s exactly what I am telling you.” Tom replied.  “Ok, Let me verified you story and I will come back to you.”

Detective Hicks and Culking investigated the where about of Tom for the last ten years.  Nothing out of the ordinary he worked in Dr. Perkins Memorial Hospital for the last fourteen years.  Where he spent most of his time in the operation room.  They talked to his peer and nurses and all said the same.  He dedicated his time to the patient and the hospital. They describe him as a workaholic.  That take him out of the suspect list.  Hicks went into the interrogation room, “Dr. I am sorry to drag you here.  You could go with my more sincere apology.”  “Can I get you anything a cup coffee or a soda,” Hicks ask him.  “No, thanks I have to get back to the hospital.” Tom said.  “One more thing before you live; what can you tell me about you friend Robert?” Detective Culking ask. “There is no much to tell we were friend growing up but his mother keep him lock in his house.  He grew up isolated from everybody else that make him a loner.  I don’t know what else to tell you it have been a long time since I share time with him.”

They were back to the original suspect; Robert.  “It is time to put pressure on him,” said Culking.  “You are right let check if he owned other properties.” Hicks replied.  The forensic called the investigators and told them that the DNA of the headless corpse was a match to Mr. Robert’s mother.  During the investigation an apartment belong to his father came up.  A new subpoena was issue for his father flat.  The place was in an abandoned building close to the swamp.  Sargeant hicks called Robert and ask him to meet him at the police station.  Once he got there they drove him to his dad place.  On the way he gave him the order to search the apartment.  They found plenty of evident to link Robert to the murders.  There was tissue, surgical tool, blood and a skeleton made of multiple parts.  They read him his right and arrested him.  He didn’t know what happen and was in shock.  “I am innocent he cry out loud someone frame me.” He said.  Agent Culking handcuffed him and put him inside the police car.

During the interrogation the two agent pressure him to confess but he maintained his innocent.  “You kill all those women don’t denied; we got you by the nut.  We have all the evident needed.  All I want to know is why you did it.”  Agent Culking keep pushing.  Until something unsuspected happen.  Robert got up from the chair grab Culking by the neck and said, “He doesn’t know anything I kill them all.  He is a wimp could stand up to his mother so I murder and dumped her on the swamp.”  Sgt. Hicks have to get him away from his partner.  Culking was coughing and puffing until he calm himself.  Hicks ask, “who are you?”  “I am Tom.  Who do you think I am?  All those women remind me of that abusive mother of him so I end their life.”  “Why you reassemble her with different parts? The detective ask.  “I try to make a good woman out them that’s why I keep a body part of every one of them.”  “Robert know you exist?”  “No, when I take over the coward hide.  I am his protector; like I said his a wimp.”  “Oh right, don’t you go away I will be back in a minute.” Agent hicks said.

The detective when to consult the case with the Attorney General Assistant Mr Erick Gray.  As soon he left the room Tom fainted and Robert emerged wondering what happen.  He try to get up but this time he was chained to the table.  Sergeant hicks returned with the attorney and ask, “Tom can you tell him what you told me?”  Disoriented and confused he replied,  “My name isn’t Tom; I am Robert, what kind a game are you playing?”  He ask.  “Guess what, you and Tom are the same person.  You killed all those women even if you don’t remember.” Hicks said.  The attorney said to the detective, “He has to be evaluated the department psychiatry to see if he can stand trial.”  which he doubted.

 

Mr Gray called Dr. Norway a psychiatry specialize in multiple personalities to evaluate the suspect in question.  He show up in the afternoon before two o’clock.  While waiting for the evaluator Robert ate in ham and cheese sandwich and tastes like heaven because he hasn’t eat anything the whole day.  The doctor ask detective Culking, “take off the handcuff?”  He refused to take them off because Tom was a psycho.  Then, he said, “I am take them off, but, I won’t live the room.” “Alright,”  said Dr Norway.  Robert sat in front of the doctor while he evaluate him.  He introduce himself, “I am Dr. Norway and have couple of question to ask you.  If it is ok with you.  Do you know a person call Tom?”  “Yes,  he live in Little Lake County four hours drive from here.”  “Have you see him lately?”  “No, Dr. Norway but I talk to him on the phone yesterday.”  “Do you kill all those women?”  “No, I told them that it wasn’t me.  I even take them where the body were.”  “Oh, I see,” Dr.Norway said.  Detective Culking tired off waiting interrupted the Doctor,  “You know you kill them stop playing game or I beat the truth ou of you.”  He didn’t learn first time.  Tom came out grab him by the neck and squeezed so hard that his eyes almost pop out his socket. “I told you it was me who kill of those women. Robert didn’t have anything to do with it.”  Two police men pull Tom away from Culking who ran out the interrogation room.   The two officer cuff Tom to the table after seen what happen the Dr didn’t say a thing about the hand cuff.

 

“Tell me how you kill them?” ask the Dr.  “first I drugged them drove to Robert’s father apartment close to the swamp. Cut their femur artery let them bled out and surgically remove all the extremities.  Kept a part for my creation and dump the rest in the marsh.” Tom said.  Do you have any sex with them? ask Dr. Norway.  “Who you I think I am a degenerated pervert.  I didn’t do such thing.” Tom replied.  “Robert know what you did?” the Dr. ask.  “No, he doesn’t know.  I try to tell him with the map, note and the ten thousand dollars bet but the coward went running to the police and here we are.”  “What can I do to talk to Robert?”  “Nothing, you have to wait until I live.”  “You told the detective Robert was weak and you protected him.”  “Yes, I said he has always been a coward so his mind created me to defend him.”   “Ok, That’s all for now and will come back later.” Said the doctor and left.

 

Dr. Norway told the attorney the defendant wasn’t able to stand trial. The best thing for him is to internalizing in a mental hospital.  Robert lawyer and the attorney went in front of the judge where he pleaded guilty with the condition to be sent to a mental institution for the rest of his natural life.  The family of the victims in the court room weren’t satisfied.  They wanted the death penalty.  In the hospital Tom took over and try to strangle one of the nurse.  A family member of one of the victims have a plan to kill him.  He has a syringe full of snake venom.  He disguised himself as a hospital orderly and instead of injecting him with a sedative.  He use the venom in that instant Robert resurface and begin convulsing.  He died believing in his innocent and wondering who frame him.

                                                                  Autor;  Melito Santos 

      

       

 

    

        

 

                     

CYBER INDIAN ON THE PROWL

This theme will hurt sensibilities; in special on the decent people from India; so, I apologize in advance.  Some people from that country are committing cyber crime against the common population.  They appeal to the one of the defect we human has avarice.  That’s how the conversation begin with them offering you money that supposedly belong to you.   They try to do that with me but didn’t work.  I don’t know how they got my phone number but I receive a call saying that the federal government own me twenty thousand dollars. Then ask me if I want to receive the money to my bank account or thru Western Union.  He began to ask me all kind of question that I didn’t understand because he had a strong Indian accent.  I know he wasn’t working for the government because he could even speak English at all.  So, I told him to send me the money to the western union and text me the number to pick it up.  He hung the phone and never call back.

Last week one of them call and told me that I order a security package for life from a company I can’t recall the name now. The thing is he said that the company was going to close and they were refunding the money to the subscribers.  ( Before I continue let me tell you something. I am a combat veteran of the USA Army.  I am a mental health patient because of that I take some medicine that interfere with my thinking. Sometime I am alert and other not.) Now, that I have that out-of-the-way let continue. Like I was telling you the were going to refund me $299.00 but before that they needed access to my computer.  Since, I was medicated didn’t have my mine clear and let them access my Laptop.  They put up a paper with my information don’t know how they got it.  In the form they have space for my SSN, Credit Card, and Bank Account information for me to fill it out.  I told them to go a hell. They hijack my computer and told me to send them $200.00 to fix it. My answer was the same to go …. I prefer to buy another computer than to give a money to those %$#@@#*.  The thing is I was writing a book and lost half of it.  Now, I have to start from the middle. Oh I forgot to tell you.  Since, I bought the Laptop in April the warranty still good so they fix it.  My advice to you be careful when you receive a call from a person with an Indian accent.  I am sorry about those good Indian people, but, there are bad apple that our fellow human need to know. Now, I feel so stupid because he said his name was Jame Hunt and I know there is nobody by that name living in Mumbai.  I was medicated for my mental problem so…

                                                                  Author; Melito Santos 

Ungrateful

Despicable a man

who treat woman

as a piece of meat.

Knowing in a womb

he became to be

the man he is.

For nine month

she carried and protect you

so, healthy you grew up to be.

                                                   Now you treat them,

                                                   like a piece of meat.

Should be ashamed

who treat a woman

as a personal slave.

Think of you mother

 sister, daughter, niece and

other women in your family.

Who give you a son, a daughter

it wasn’t you because you lack

Of a womb. Next time you hurt a

woman remembers when you were

the first nine months of your existence.

Also, that it could happen to

the females in you family. 

                                                                             Author,  Melito Santos