I have come up here, to Greenlake Park, to commit the most unspeakable of acts. I have brought my father's pistol and I am ready. For weeks on end, I have been suffering the most horrific phantasms. Such horrible nightmares: the legs of a woman, laying under the thin veil of a white dress. I have no idea why I am being punished by God in this way, that I am being temped by Satan in the form of a beautiful girl in my dreams. To even think I would commit such an act, it's unthinkable. That is why I felt it was necessary that I must do this. Tell my mother and father it is not their fault. Although they were the ones who have shunned me for going against the rightful behavior which they have ingrained into my mind. But it is not their fault, this is a war of sin I have been fighting within myself.
The moon shone high above Sweetwater Lake, the sky faded to dusk, and the frogs croaked in the bush. The lake was just behind an old house, a former plantation. The house belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. They were a young couple, married only a couple years. They were quite ordinary too: went to church on Sunday, went out to eat twice a week, headed to work on weekdays. There wasn't a single peculiarity about them.
I love the way you made me laugh at absolutely nothing during class.
The sky loomed over the tower