Elena Grossman - Imitator. Continuation of the book «Mannequins»

Looking at numbers and remembering them, he picked up the telephone and began to dial the number. He heard the beeps. One, two, three… four…

– Damn – cursed Edward again began to listen to the beeps. After the tenth beep he hung up, but then again she was grabbed and began to call in the emergency room of a psychiatric hospital. Picked up the duty nurse Wilson.

– Er, sister Willson is listening.

– Good day! Call Iskander Sulla, ' replied Edward.

He’s not, he left work at twelve o’clock, but have not yet returned, ' replied the nurse.

– Well, goodbye.

– Goodbye, – answered the phone and hung up.

– I wonder where did Iskander muttered Edward and went into the living room to carefully study the newspaper clippings.

******

Meanwhile, the Wannabe was already planning to make a new sacrifice to Satan. It turned out to be Bill Motway, manager of O`Klins company, located on Murray Street 10. The copycat was, no matter who it was, its victim, male or female, the main thing was to sacrifice it to the devil. He will have to attribute the body to an old abandoned unfinished metal construction plant. The plant in 1985, he wanted to finish building, then the measures of the city of Marf Evele, he hoped that he would be re-elected for a second term, but this did not happen, John Macklin replaced him. John did not like this plant, and he decided not to finance it and not restore it after natural disasters and the hands of vandals. Now it has become a local attraction. Local gatherings were gathered there to skip a can of beer or something stronger. Young people also gathered, most likely punks or Satanists, after them sometimes it was possible to find pentagrams drawn on the floor, and melted candles. And also some cigarette butts. The copycat once visited there a couple of times, he decided to smoke weed, and he needed to find a deserted place so that no one could see him. He took out the matches, and set fire to the tip of the joint, began to light. Smoke slowly began to rise upward and dissolve to a transparent state in the air. Heaving a sigh, he began to pace the building. There were pieces of plaster and concrete on the floor, in some places there were holes in the floor, and below the bars of rebar militantly pointing upwards.

******

After visited the plant Wannabe, I came to Otto.

– Yes, a night here can be killed, ' he said aloud and blew out smoke from his nostrils. It was another favorite activity, to release smoke from his nose. The doctor forbade him to smoke, but Otto wanted. He could smoke ten packs a day. A couple of years ago, Otto was in a mental hospital, where the attending physician was Isaac Cosman. The diagnosis that put in the card, Otto was paranoid schizophrenia. Otto heard voices, which he pointed out, and now he sometimes heard the voice of bill hole, or even the devil himself, which is covered with them, he said he needs to continue killing people. If he will not do it, not to the great forces of the power over the living. And Otto listened to him, sometimes the voice was commanding. He required him to perform certain actions. In the evening, he saw shadows that were running around his room, it appeared and then disappeared. Otto called them the shadow people, maybe it was demons.

Finished his cigarette, he went to the second floor of the plant. Mind was completely clouded. The stairs were dilapidated, some places there were holes, but if you walk carefully around the frame, it is possible not to fall, but night is still here should not go. He picked up a piece of brick and threw it down, brick, chipped a piece of brick flew in one direction and the other hopped over the concrete floor and died. Suddenly, Otto stopped short, listened and looked around, it seemed to him that he was not alone. But nothing suspicious he didn’t notice and went on.

Damn shiz! – he muttered under his breath.

On the second floor, on the floor had dumped a pile of debris. Some bottles from alcoholic beverages and cigarette butts from cigarettes. On the wall was a drawing of a red devil, fierce yellow eyes staring at him. Bared teeth, covered part of the black mouth.

«BURULAS WANTS TO EAT!» – reads the inscription next to the devil.

– I will feed you soon, very soon, said Otto.

And as it seemed, the devil hinted to him in agreement.

The pillars holding up the ceiling were also covered with graffiti. He walked to the latticed window and looked out. Maloosmyslennoe the road was closed densely growing trees. Somewhere in the distance was a multistory building, probably offices. If someone from a passing dog lover, and looked up, you would see a person with white zagrimirovannyh face and battle makeup, eyes, summed up the bold black shadows, lips black lipstick, but this smile similar to the smile of the Joker from «Batman». Long black hair hanging below his shoulders. On the shirt was the «key of life» of Ancient Egypt. After standing a little, he turned and walked to the other end of the building. Heavy boots echoing echoed in the silence. Pieces of concrete, stones, rods, everywhere there was this garbage. There were no devices at the factory; they had not yet been delivered. Far away on the floor, Otto saw something brilliant, he took a leisurely step toward the place where he saw the brilliance. Approaching, he saw closer, the medallion on the front part was written «Long live Satan,» and on the back side the profile of the goat, Baphomet himself. He threw the locket up and immediately caught it and put it in his pocket. There was a hole in the medallion in which he would insert a chain or rope and wear it.

Otto went on to examine the floor, hoping to find something else. Having examined the entire second floor, he still did not find anything except garbage. He went to the window and stared out into the street, a warm wind blowing over his face. Relaxing from the wind, he shuddered sharply, because someone had fallen by his name, yes, and so loudly that he turned sharply back. Looking around the room with a distraught look, he listened. My heart was beating furiously in my chest. Nobody.

«Come away from here,» he yelled at the full power of his lungs. – Yes, you damn voices, went away, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! – Otto grabbed his head and crouched. Suddenly, a sharp headache attacked him, it throbbed, as if there was a second heart in his head. Otto did not know how much pain there was, but the pain abruptly stopped. He raised his head and sighed frantically. And the first thought that occurred to him to call Iskander Schulls, who became his attending physician.

******

An hour ago, Edward left a message to call him back Iskander, when they come into the office.

Once again, looking through the newspaper clippings, he abruptly startled by a phone call and automatically grabbed the receiver.

– Hello!

– Hello Edward! It’s Iskander’s bothering you, ' replied the voice on the other end.

Hi, I’m helping the police to investigate a ritual murder. Killed the two girls…

– Wait, don’t tell, I know, I watch the news. So, from me what do you want? – asked the surprised Dr. Shulls.

– The police suggests that someone mimics to serial killer bill hole. Whether you have in practice that someone impersonated someone?

– There was one patient, mark Emerson, aka Otto, aka Ludwig The he Hall bill, he treated Isaac Sosman, he wrongly diagnosed him with paranoid schizophrenia. Due to the fact that he hears voices and sees a vague silhouette, as he says, the demons that came after him. Later I gave him a diagnosis of Dissociative identity disorder, in other words, diagnosis disorder multiple personality, and even easier split personality. In Marche there are several, I counted four, but there could be more. Each person tries to get out, show yourself to the world. It is a mistake to assume that schizophrenia and split are one and the same, split personality, do not treat schizophrenia, but some go symptom with schizophrenia.