Brett McBean - Tales of Sin and Madness

He screamed.

An enormous grinding roar shocked Jackson silent. The elevator began to quake. Jackson backed into a corner and crouched down. Tears flowed from his eyes.

It can’t be, it can’t be, it can’t be…

He had to have imagined it — it simply wasn’t possible.

As the elevator continued to shake like some ride at a fun fair, Jackson came to the conclusion that what he had just seen was an illusion. Perhaps he had invented the whole thing — there was no body on the ground, no killer coming to get him.

Just my mind playing tricks, that’s all.

But what wasn’t an illusion was the elevator. It was having a major fit and Jackson knew he had to get the hell off of it before he got seriously injured.

Jackson wiped his eyes and stood up. He almost slipped, but managed to hold his footing.

There’s nothing out there , he thought. There’s no killer, no body; it’s just my imagination.

He readied himself, opened his eyes and looked out.

He gasped.

She was standing there, looking right at him. All alone. There were no knife wounds, no blood on her. She looked as beautiful as ever — soft, white skin, flowing raven hair. And those eyes…angelic, knowing eyes.

“Gloria,” Jackson muttered.

He hadn’t thought about her for years. Had completely pushed her out of his mind. Last time he had seen her was five years ago, yet she looked just as he remembered her. She hadn’t changed a bit.

“What are you doing here?” Jackson said.

“ Your life has been a lie ,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness. “ And I’ve found out the truth, Jackson… ”

The elevator was suddenly plunged into darkness. Jackson shrieked.

Sparks started raining down on him. The elevator continued to dance and there was a frightening metallic popping sound, followed by a downward shift.

Jackson hurried towards the corridor, but when he reached the open doors, he was thrown to the floor by an invisible wall that felt like gelatinous water.

It wasn’t going to let him escape.

“Help me,” he called out to Gloria.

“ You were born in Belford, that much was true, but everything else you told me was bullshit. Your dad was a drunk and your mom a cold, uncaring woman. They didn’t run a pet store, but your dad did work in a funeral parlor while your mom brought home strangers passing through… ”

“That’s not true,” Jackson cried. “My mom loved me…” Jackson slipped over as he attempted to stand. Gloria just stood and watched and continued talking.

“ Your mom almost died giving birth to you, and she never forgave you for that. When you were a baby she used to leave you in your cot in her bedroom while she fucked the strangers. Your brother used to come home and catch her and take you away. He used to bring you into his room and shut the door and cry. Said that all you did was stare at the wall and rock back and forth. He loved you, Jackson, but he was worried about you. The only comfort you seemed to get was from a stray cat. But you killed it when you were five. Your mother found you with it, its neck broken… ”

“You’re lying!”

“ Your brother left home when he was sixteen, couldn’t take the abuse any longer. You never heard from him again. You remained at home with your drunken father and slut of a mother… ”

“Bitch! I knew there was a reason why I left you.” Jackson again tried to stand, but was only rocketed backwards by the shuddering elevator.

“ You grew into a very distant child. You had no friends at school and were teased and beaten up regularly… ”

“I had a lot of friends!”

“ Girls weren’t interested in you and you withdrew into yourself even more as you got older. You started setting fire to things when you were fifteen and your parents sent you to a reform school in Upstate New York…”

“No!”

“ And they told you never to come back. You left the reform school when you were eighteen, and moved to New York where you did get a job in a meatpacking plant, however, you never stayed with your brother and you never had any friends… ”

“For Christ’s sake help me, Gloria! Help me out of this elevator!”

“ You were in and out of detention centers, even went to jail a few times. You were living a sad life of petty crime in some dump in Queens when you met me… ”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“ You had me fooled for awhile, made me fall in love with you and think you were something you weren’t. Told me a lot of bullshit stories about your bullshit life, but I found out the truth. I know the truth about your Uncle Walter, too. Why he really bought you those gifts… ”

“It’s going to crash! Help me! I’ll die if you don’t help me!”

“ But I didn’t think you were capable of raping someone, Jackson. Christ, look at you. I bet you won’t even remember this in a few years. I bet you wipe it all away and make up some fantasy like you always have. Well I hope you stay behind those bars and are never allowed out. Because I’d hate to think what might happen if you are released. Your weakness will be your downfall, remember that. Goodbye Jackson. ”

Lying in the darkness of the elevator, sparks raining down, unable to escape, Jackson watched as Gloria began to fade. “Gloria, wait…” But she was gone.

He was left with nothing but his buried memories and a broken elevator.

There was an earsplitting snap! as the cable finally broke.

Only the night watchman was awake to witness the destruction as the elevator plummeted six-floors to its final resting-place in the lobby.

And the truth shall set you free…

He eventually got a good job in advertising and soon after he and Gloria moved in together, into an apartment in Manhattan. They lived not too far from his brother and his wife and they all went out to bars, watching his brother play in his band whenever they performed, listening to his wife sing.

It was a great life.

Only it slowly got worse. He was still in love with Gloria, yet she became more distant, coming home late and flirting with men in the bars.

He told her to leave (he was paying the rent, after all), when he found her in bed with some guy, and even though she begged him to give her a second chance, he refused and she left.

He remained in the apartment, even after the building started going to the dumps, and only had one-night stands. He didn’t want to get into a relationship again and be hurt.

Five years passed and he all but forgot about Gloria.

He fell in love with the single life, going out every night searching for women.

It was what he was meant to do. He came to realise that.

And in those quiet nights when he sat alone in his apartment and reflected on his life, he knew that when it came time to meet his maker and his journey flashed before him as they say it does right before you die, he would see a good life, one of purpose and joy and happiness.

The truth.

It was what his guardian angel had always promised.

One of a handful of stories set in New York City, and one of many to deal with serial killers — both topics which fascinate me to no end. My twist on the ‘seeing your life flashing before your eyes’ notion. Just a side note — this story mentions the fictional small town of Belford. Even though it rates only as a passing mention here, the town will be featured in future stories, namely the coming-of-age novel I’m working on at the moment.

The man was standing at the edge of the cliff, gently swaying back and forth, gazing down at the lapping sea.