Maxine stared at her monitor, an evil, dark
face stared back at her. She was frozen in her seat awaiting the next command.
Bound by dark manipulation, she was a slave to her addiction. Her existence
depended upon the computer monitor and the voices from another world, a world
filled with hatred and violence. She played one computer game after another
competing against beings she thought were her friends. Cry of Fear was her favorite game, the more she played, the more
addicted she became. Sixteen-year-old Maxine sat for hours at a time, eating
barely anything, mesmerized by her addiction.
Maxine, who
ran track and belonged to the year book committee, removed herself from outside
activities completely. She only went to school if the mood struck her. Once a
straight A student, her grades were slipping considerably. Her mother was
surprised to get a call from the school.
“Hi, Mrs.
Bentworth. This is Mr. Baxtine, the school principal.”
“Hi” asked
Connie. Connie was surprised to hear from the school.
“We are
concerned about your daughter, Maxine,” said Mr. Baxtine.
“Why are
you concerned?” asked Connie.
“Maxine is
not keeping up with her school work. And it has been reported that she is
missing a lot of days. One of her teachers told me they were concerned with the
way she looked. She looks very tired,” said Mr. Baxtine.
“I will
check on her. I am surprised to hear that she is not keeping up in school. She
has always been a good student,” replied Connie.
“I know.
That is why we are surprised and concerned,” said Mr. Baxtine.
Mr. Baxtine
asked, “Has there been any changes in her life?”
“Yes, her
father moved to another city a hour away so she can’t see him as often as she
would like,” reported Connie.
“When did
that happen?” asked Mr. Baxtine.
“Two months
ago. She was mad at her dad at first and
then she seemed to adjust to him not being in her life. She hasn’t said anything to me about having
difficulty in school.”
“Teens her
age don’t always confide in their parents when something is wrong. You should
discuss what is going on with her,” said Mr. Baxtine.
“I know, I
need to spend more time with my daughter. I work tonight so perhaps we can talk
tomorrow night when I have the night off,” said Connie.
Mr. Baxtine
sighed and then said, “That will have to do. Thanks for your time.” The call
ended.
Connie was
a single mother who worked most days at two jobs to make ends meet so it was
next to impossible to pay enough attention to her daughter and see what she was
up to. Maxine’s unemployed father did not consider financial support a
necessity for their daughter. The woman he moved in with, did not want anything
to do with Maxine.
Maxine was
left to her own device many days and some nights. She would often have to
prepare her own dinner and sit by herself to eat. Before she would use this
time to hang out at with her friends but
now she stayed by herself when she wasn’t working at McDonalds.
Connie
knocked on Maxine’s door. Maxine didn’t answer so she opened the door to Maxine’s
room. Maxine was staring at her desktop computer screen. She looked like she
was in a trance.
Connie
called out her name and Maxine ignored her. She placed her hand on Maxine’s
shoulder and Maxine jumped. Maxine continued staring at the screen. People were
running and she was holding the joy stick and shooting at them. Connie was
horrified at the sight and at her daughter’s interest in such a game.
Connie
turned Maxine’s chair around so she was facing her. Maxine took a while to
recognize her mother. She was in a daze. Connie was confused and concerned that
her daughter was in such a state.
“Mother,
don’t you need to be somewhere right now instead of coming into my room
uninvited to interrupt me.” Maxine’s tone was disturbing.
Connie
turned off the monitor. And turned her daughter back around to face her.
The monitor
turned on by itself and the game was on where Maxine left off.
The hair on
the back of Connie’s neck stood up and she got a prickly feeling in her
stomach. She turned off the monitor again and the same thing happened. The
screams of the people running for their lives rang in her ears.
“You see
mother, they do not like it when you do that. You must leave the game on and
let me play.” The voice Connie heard was not her daughter’s.
Connie did
not know where she found the strength and nerve but she unplugged the monitor
and disconnected it from the screen and started hauling it out of the room. The
game still appeared on the computer screen. Connie could not believe what was
happening. She put down the monitor and walked out of the room.
“I can’t
come into work tonight,” said Connie.
“What’s
wrong. You never miss,” said her boss.
“My
daughter is really sick and I think I have to take her to the emergency room,”
lied Connie.
“I am sorry
to hear that. Hope she feels better soon.”
Connie ran
up the stairs and when she got to the top of the stairs, she was shoved down
the stairs with great force. She ended up breaking her arm and received a large
bump on her head from banging her head on the banister. She was passed out at
the bottom of the stairs from the concussion.
Maxine
walked to the top of the stairs and gazed at her mother. She begrudgingly
called for an ambulance. Connie came to when the paramedics were placing her on
the stretcher.
“What
happened?” asked one of the paramedics.
“I don’t
know. I reached the top of the stairs and then it felt like I was shoved down
the stairs backwards.”
The
paramedics looked at Maxine to see what she knew about the incident. They were
wondering if she pushed her mother down the stairs.
“I don’t
know what happened. I was in my room,” replied Maxine.
“I did not
see anyone, but it did feel like I was pushed,” said Connie.
“Are you
coming with us?” asked one of the paramedics.
“No, I have
homework to do,” replied Maxine.
Connie
looked hurt and said, “Yes, you do have homework to do. I did get a call from
the school today about you not turning in assignments. Please work on the assignments
and get them turned in.”
“I will.”
Maxine
turned around and entered their home. She did not look back. The paramedics
were surprised at her daughter’s lack of concern.
Connie had
a tear rolling down her cheek. One of
the paramedics handed her a tissue.
“Now that
we are alone at last, we have an assignment for you,” said the gruesome
creature staring at Maxine from the computer screen. His face was dark, his
eyes were red and two horns protruded from his head.
“What do
you want me to do?”
A group of
similar creatures were standing behind him.
They also had red eyes and appeared to be very tall. Their skin was a
strange shade of gray. Maxine thought they were very handsome. She was being
manipulated to like what she saw so they didn’t have to change their
appearance.
“We want
you to seduce and poison the mayor. We have someone else in mind for the
position,” said the entity named Frezenik.
Maxine
washed her long blond hair and styled it on top of her head. She was told that
the mayor liked long sleek necks. She pulled out a little black dress that
accentuated her bust with a low cut and she donned black high heel shoes from
her mother’s closet. Maxine examined herself in the mirror. She placed the vial
of poison she found in a desk drawer in her small black beaded purse. She did
not question how the poison got there. Unexplained things were happening in
Maxine’s life. She did not question anything she was asked to do, she only
followed orders.
The mayor
was expected to be at his favorite local establishment having a few drinks with
some of his friends. A pretty young woman like Maxine would be more than
welcomed to be a part of that womanizing group of men.
As Maxine
entered the bar, which was dimly lit, she walked to the bar and ordered a glass
of wine. She had to present her phony ID which she found next to the poison in
the drawer. Maxine imbibed in alcohol with her friends on occasion and wine was
her favorite alcoholic beverage.
She took a
sip of wine and let it rest in her mouth as she savored the taste. The wine was
dry chardonnay and she was used to the sweeter wines. She liked the boldness of
the wine. After one glass, she started feeling the effects. She needed to slow
down so she asked for a white wine spritzer.
The men she wanted to pay attention to her definitely had their eyes on
her. She started flirting with the bartender pretending not to notice.
The mayor,
Fred Burstein, walked over to her and offered to buy her a drink.
“You can
pay for my spritzer, sir,” said Maxine.
“No need
for the formalities. My name is Fred.”
“Thanks,
Fred.” Maxine smiled at him coyly.
“Do you
want to join us?” asked Fred.
“I can for
a little while,” said Maxine. She picked up her wrap that fell to the floor
which got every man’s attention as she bent down to pick it up. They either got
a good view of her backside or her breasts that were somewhat exposed as she
bent down. She was taught very well by some of the friends, she used to hang
out with, about the art of getting attention from men.
The bartender
smiled and handed her the spritzer and she walked to Fred’s table. He knew
women like her would bring in more business. One of Fred’s friends retrieved a
chair for her to sit on. She noticed, as she sat down, that all the men were
wearing wedding rings including Fred. She slipped the vial from her purse and
put it on her lap.
“What are
you drinking, Fred?” asked Maxine.
“I am
drinking rum and coke. Do you want to try a sip?” asked Fred.
“Sure.”
He handed
his drink to her. As he did so, she knocked over her spritzer. It went all over
the table and in the laps of a couple of men. She used the distraction to slip
the vial of poison into Fred’s drink. He was none the wiser as they all jumped
up to get something to clean up the drink she spilled.
“I am not
sure I like this drink. It tastes strong to me,” said Maxine. She handed Fred’s
drink back to him. She was told that the poison would be slow working and would
take a couple of hours to kill him. It had to work through his system.
The men
were bragging about their jobs. One worked as the city manager, the other was
the chief financial officer for the local hospital and Fred told her he was the
mayor. She feigned she was impressed
with what they did, but she could not care less. She did what she was assigned
to do so it was time to leave. She wanted to get back to her computer game.
Her phone
rang and it was Frezenik pretending to be her boss.
“I have to
go into work. I am glad I didn’t drink too much. I liked hearing about what you
do for a living. I would like to meet with you, again.” She smiled coyly at the
men. They returned the smile and looked disappointed she had to go.
“Where do
you work?” asked Fred.
“I am a
lawyer and work at Sampson and Connoway’s firm. We have a big case coming up
and they need my help. Last minute stuff, if you know what I mean.”
They were
impressed that the young woman was a lawyer. She picked up her purse and wrap
and walked out of the bar. Even the bartender looked disappointed. He liked
watching her.
Fred died
in his sleep. His wife discovered he was dead when she tried to wake him when
he didn’t get up to his alarm. Frezenik seemed pleased that Maxine carried out
her assignment to the letter.
Connie had
to call one of her friends to drive her home from the hospital the next day.
Maxine was in school. She had two broken
ribs, a concussion and a broken arm. She was in pain and refused to take
painkillers because she could not handle the way they made her feel. She was
hopeful ibuprofen would work for her. She took a couple of pain relievers and
called into work and told them what happened. They were shocked and gave their
condolences. She fell fast asleep. She heard her name called out and left her
bed to see who could be saying her name. It sounded like a man. No one was in
her home. She checked the locks and windows and everything was closed and
locked.
Perhaps I was dreaming that someone was saying
my name.
Connie went
into the bathroom to relieve herself and looked in the mirror at the bruising
on her face and she saw what looked like a monster standing behind her in the
mirror. She screamed and looked behind her. No one was there. She looked in the
mirror again and the monster was gone.
I am losing my mind.
It was
somewhat of a gray day which matched her dismal mood. She walked outside to get
some fresh air. Her home, which usually felt like her safe place, was now a
place of fear. She was wondering if Maxine brought something into their home by
playing the games she was playing. What she saw on the screen was horrible.
People were running and being killed. Why would anyone want to play a game like
that? She felt like she lost her daughter. She didn’t know her anymore.
Am I working too many hours? Am I too
exhausted? Now, I don’t have a choice, I have to stay home until I heal. Aflac
comes in handy sometimes.
Betsy
Kindlewood was outside pruning her flowers.
“Hi
neighbor. It’s weird seeing you home during the day. What happened to you?”
asked Betsy when she looked at Connie.
“I fell
down the stairs last evening.”
“Oh, my.
Are you going to be okay?”
“I have a
few broken ribs, a concussion and a broken arm,” said Connie.
“Is there
anything I can do for you?” asked Betsy.
“Would you
mind picking up some dinner for us?” asked Connie.
“Sure.”
Connie went
inside to get her purse.
Betsy said,
“I owe you for taking in our mail and watering my plants. Let me pay for your
dinner.”
“You don’t
have to do that.”
“Yes, I do.
It was mighty neighborly of you to take care of our plants and take in the mail
when we went on our vacation.”
Connie
didn’t feel like arguing so she agreed with Betsy.
“Could you
pick up a bucket of that fried chicken from the supermarket?”
“That’s
sounds good. I think I will get some for us, too.”
“Do you
need anything else?”
“I need you
to look at something in my house.”
Betsy
followed Connie into her home. They went upstairs and into the bathroom.
“Look into
the mirror,” said Connie. Betsy looked at Connie strangely and then looked in
the mirror.
“Why am I
doing this?”
“I saw
something scary this morning,” said Connie.
“Maybe that
bump on your head is making you see things.”
“I was
thinking I was working too hard and my mind is playing tricks on me.”
“That might
be it. It will probably be good for you to rest for a few days.”
“I think
so, too.”
The
mayor’s face was plastered on the front page of the local newspaper. The reason
behind his death was unknown. His heart and lungs were fine. An autopsy was
conducted and they found no trace of anything foreign. The cause of his death
was a mystery.
Maxine
was sitting in front of her computer. She was playing a new game, House of Abandon. A hand reached out
from the game and she was pulled into the game. She was one of the people in
the house who were running for their lives. She was terrified. She woke up
shaking in her bed. The dream felt so real. She opened her window and threw her
computer monitor out of the window. It
crashed on the pavement of the walkway. Her computer screen was next. That
crashed and broke into several pieces. Her keyboard was thrown out last. She
closed her window and looked into the mirror in the bathroom, she no longer saw
the man that stood behind her. He was gone. She went into her mother’s room and
laid down beside her. Connie woke up and rested her hand on her daughter’s arm.
A
few miles away, a teenager by the name of Zeke was staring at his laptop. A man
with gray skin and red eyes was looking back at him. He pressed play and
started playing the game Cry of Fear.