Imagine Jeffrey Dahmer Ready With A Spoon

What follows is a record of what Charls L. Window did. Whether or not you like him is by and large up to you. Perhaps, you will come to think that he did have some valid motivation—a raison d'être. Most will probably think that he was insane. Maybe he was. But in the world we have come to live in?
None will probably say that Charls was completely evil or completely good. It may not lie in the human spirit to be either of these entities without some of the other mixed in. That may have been where the problem lay. Just maybe, a quest towards a politically correct society had tried to eliminate one and was coming to find that the elimination of a vice, or whatever was determined to be evil at the time, came at the cost of the elimination of a good. The drive towards the ideal society may have been eradicating the good with the bad, leaving in its place a vacuum that filled with evil. There is a difference between bad and evil. Iguania had seen bad. In twenty-five years it would begin to understand evil. It wouldn’t care about bad anymore. Cindy Lauper already knew that girls just want to have fun. Bad could be fun. It wasn’t evil. Evil was more akin to boiling a passerby’s head in a pot and seasoning it with salt and pepper. It wasn’t a reefer smoked now and then or sex with a neighbor.

Imagine this vacuum and its creation. Imagine all the fun you’ve ever had
is gone. Think for a moment that you have done nothing wrong or even
too much bad. Think of the goodness you have done in striving to right
a wrong. What if that wrong is gone and the goodness done
undone? What if now there were only rules made by
others and downloaded to your soul? You go to
school and live your life and do as you are
told. Now look at how it used to be and
enter the void. The aggression and
hate of any soul has no place to
go. Think of the air leaving.
For some time it is okay
until the void breaks
and something
evil takes
place.
It comes in
to fill the void
of right and wrong.
It represents human nature
gone terribly wrong. Unable to
to do good and bad and live out sin
through fantasy, the soul has no place to
turn. It turns to evil as a part of a plan. That
plan is plan B. Think of yourself in a triangular room.
In one corner is Charles Manson with a knife. In another
Hannibal Lecter with a scalpel. You turn towards the third corner
in an effort to escape and in that corner is a pot of water near boiling point.
Standing over it is Jeffrey Dahmer ready with a spoon. You look around…evil fills the room. You are standing in the center. There are no doors. The lights go out, evil has a way with electric town. You feel an incision in the dark and the removal of an organ. Blood is running freely. It is warm. From somewhere in one corner of your mind—the plop of an organ dropped in water. There is pain as Dr. Lector stitches up. Charles Manson shivers with thoughts of an unborn child. And now from someplace in your mind comes a howling laughter.
“Funny huh, how a guy can get inside you and take control of your mind. I’m CHarLie, we are going to get on fine.”
“What?”
“If you like you can stay in the center of your mind. The three of them haven’t eaten in quite some time. It’s up to you. You can come with me by your own device or stay here and stand on moral ground. Hurry up and make a choice. I’m not here for long. There are a lot of souls that need to make decisions. Which way will you go?”
Outside is laughter and the sound of waves, and bungalows. A girl in a bikini and a guy in yellow trunks are walking separately and glance in your direction. Crystal clear water mirroring a sunny sky.
“I can save your soul. I can deliver you from evil. Look around the triangle, there is no way out. Go back to where the vacuum is. I’ll give you that option.”
After a moment’s hesitation you put your hand in CHarLie’s (if you are a woman—CHarLie’d never hold the hand of a man.) and go with him.