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Deep in the Darkness
By Michael Laimo
Copyright © 2004
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The grainy shuffle of feet on a cement floor. Edgy fingers
tapping a table's rough surface. The reek of things moist and
Somewhere upstairs a clock chimes. A useless breeze sweeps a
single candle's flame.
A hand moves to a small tape-recorder, sitting on the table
One hesitant finger seeks out the record button. Presses it.
Ten seconds of deep, labored breaths. Then, a voice.
* * *
"Please allow me to begin by stating that it is in my opinion
the incredible story I am about to record can only be
efficiently portrayed through the medium of speech, that
although I have recorded a series of handwritten pages
discussing the events that have taken place here at 17 Harlan
Road-my home if you will, although I can hardly call it home
despite the fact I still reside here-I feel the unparalleled
circumstances must be chronicled in my own jaded voice, on
these very tapes you are listening to.
"If you, the non-assuming discoverer and perhaps listener of
these tapes should feel so inclined to review these recordings
to the very end-it is my assumption that given the complex
story I have to tell, there will indeed be more than a few
hours of audio to consider. I will therefore mark the sides of
eachcassette with those corresponding numbers indicating the
order to which these tapes should be assessed. Of course the
tape you are listening to at this moment will be marked
'number one', with a side note of 'play first.'
"It is my obvious presumption that you have already
ascertained this elementary detail. The other side will be
marked with the numeral 'two,' and subsequent tapes will be
noted with ascending numbers on their sides relating the order
of which they have been recorded and should be listened to.
"Of course you, discoverer of these tapes, will unquestionably
be capable to figure these simplistic tidbits out-after all,
men of years past have been able to decipher the intricate
heiroglyphs on the walls of the Pyramids; it is of no question
then that you shall assume the correct order to which they
must be reviewed-still it is my strong desire to spell out
every detail of my experience while living here at 17 Harlan
Road in an effort not only to annotate my predicament to the
fullest extent, but to also demonstrate my lucidity so that
you will reject these recorded ramblings as those of a man
whose mind has been steered towards utter madness.
"I am a sane man, and the story I am to tell is nothing less
than the absolute truth. I will say this only once, for I feel
no reason to reiterate myself in effort to convince you,
discoverer, unassuming listener, of the truth of the whole
seemingly implausible matter. I-Michael Cayle, PhD-have
experienced everything I am about to reveal while living in
this house at 17 Harlan Road. That said, I shall defend my
sanity no further. "I must also add that I assume no
involvement whatsoever in the disappearances of my wife
Christine, and my daughter Jessica. Although I do know what
has happened to them, I possess no knowledge at the moment as
to their exact location, nor how I am able to get them back.
This said, I can avow that my fight is long from over and
there is much more I need to do, and ... and ...
"Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. Again, it is my
intention to reveal every moment of my story-my plight-on
these tapes in an effort, however vain, to not only harvest
your belief, but to also help myself recall every damn torment
I have been through. In doing so I feel that I might discover
something, however small a slice of experience, that might aid
me in the future-what little a future I have left. This battle
I am fighting is long from over.
"I suppose now would be as good as anytime to recount the
events of the last six months, for if I meander any further
you might pause this tape before I've anything interesting to
say ... and unquestionably the scribblings I've left behind look
like the creativities of a madman who should be spending his
days and nights locked away in some faraway asylum, not a
series of notes chronicling the experiences of a man simply
trying to protect his family.
"So ... I beg of you, dear listener ... suspend your disbelief and
listen to these tapes ... and allow me your undivided
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by Michael Laimo
Copyright © 2004 by Michael Laimo .
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