CH. 5
Andrew was at work thinking about what David had told him. He did notice that at times he would wake up in cold sweats. All day at work, he thought about the incidents of him waking up in a cold sweat. He would wake up sometimes sweating perfidiously. These facts stuck in his head all day while he was at work. He wanted to confide in another inmate but didn’t want inmates to know that he was incarcerated for molesting and murdering little girls. He also thought about the little girl who recited a ritual in front of him before he killed and decapitated body parts from her. She was crying and wiping tears from her eyes and face while she was pleading.
“Please don’t hurt me! I’m scared, mommy help me. Please! Mommy help me!”
Then she looked him straight in the eyes with a cold look and said, “I’ll be back for you.”
“Damn! She did say a ritual before I put her to rest. Then she looked at me with that cold look and said, she’ll be back for me. Is it possible that’s who I’m fighting in my sleep, but why can’t I remember any of these dreams I’m having,“ Andrew mumbled to himself.
Andrew’s shift was almost over. He was moving as fast as possible to finish so he could get back to his cell to change out of his work clothes and meet up with Cornelius to see if he’s having any bad dreams that he could remember.
“Damn Drew, you moving fast as hell. What you trying to get to that’s so important today?” one of his co-workers named Drake asked.
Andrew moving swiftly with worried thoughts running through his mind didn’t hear a word Drake said. All he knew is he was on his last table to clean and could leave. Drake on the other hand was wondering why he was moving so fast and what was so important for him to move like that. Andrew finished cleaning his last table. Picked up his cleaning bucket and headed towards the kitchen to put his cleaning materials up.
Drake followed right behind him and soon as they got into the back area of the kitchen, he tapped Andrew on the shoulder making Andrew turn around and look at him. “Hey man what you moving so fast for. Today is Sunday; we don’t have any visitors today. What’s up?” Drake asked, waiting for a response.
Andrew threw his dirty rags in a hamper bag and set the bucket on a shelf, then said, “Nothing. I just got something kind of personal and important to take care of right now.” He began walking out the kitchen area making his way to the exit.
With no guilty conscience at all for the crimes he committed but a sense to know never to let anyone in prison know what he was really on lock down for. He walked through the yard at a fast pace without running. Inmates were allowed to run in the rec-yard only. Any other running on the premises would result in a lock down or write up. Andrew got to his building unit and proceeded upstairs to his floor. He opened his door and whisked right pass his cellmate David not saying a word. Quickly taking off his uniform and boots and slipping into a pair of jogging pants and gym shoes.
“Hey buddy, what’s the big rush for?” David asked.
“I just have something important to do.”
“Is it personal?”
“Yeah it is, sort of.”
Andrew rushed out of his cell, still trying to make the movement to go and see Cornelius. Another inmate in there for the same reasons he was in there for, but he wasn’t a killer. He got away with a lot of crimes committed against young girls and boys. Yes he went both ways. Maybe because of the fact he was tampered with by his father coming up at a young age. He always had a lust for women but wasn’t appealing to women of his age. Therefore he prayed on the weak he knew he could take advantage of. CHILDREN. The little girls and boys. How did he get locked up? Well. Not being a killer and having a clean record. He could not be identified through pictures authorities presented to young victims. Later three of the victims who couldn’t identify him through pictures all gave a brief description. At one time authorities thought they were fighting a non-winning battle until they had an arts expert get a briefing from the three victim descriptions of the man who committed these crimes. Authorities thought they had no case in solving this case until they had sketches drawn from the description, described by the three victims. Three victims, three sketches and three identical matches lead authorities to believe it was just a matter of time before apprehending the person responsible for these hideous crimes. They ran the sketching through their data base and still the results came back negative. Once the sketching was posted on local and worldwide news channels, eventually the Sex Crimes Unit phone lines began to blow up as people called and reported the assailant Cornelius Wallridge whereabouts.
Cornelius Wallridge was in his early thirties, five feet eight inches tall. He had a rough like face with side burns and a mustache. He kept his chin shaved and loved to hang out in Detroit. He was a pool fanatic and spent most of his time in pool halls or local bars in Detroit.
“This is dispatch requesting units to Banko’s lounge located on Wyoming and Intervale three blocks north of Schoolcraft. Subject Cornelius Wallridge has been spotted entering the premises of this known location. Take precaution, assailant may be armed and dangerous.”
About twenty minutes after the phone calls authorities captured Mr. Chris Wallridge making the streets safer from child prowlers such as him. Now incarcerated in the Ryan’s Correctional Facility located on Ryan Road in Detroit, Michigan he had plenty of time improving his game in billiards. Only he could now play when recreational time was permitted which was not the kind of time he endured as a free man.
Andrew knew where he could find him if he did not see him in the yard. “Hey Dee Bo have you seen Cornelius.”
“Yeah, I saw Cornelius going in the Pool Room when I was leaving the weight room,” Dee Bo responded.
“Ok, thanks.” Andrew rushed out the rec yard heading towards the poolroom trying to make the movement before it was over. As he walked towards the recreational building he saw the guard getting ready to close the door as he heard the movement was over. “Turn Key could you hold the door for me, I’m coming to the Rec’ Room.”
“Alright, hurry up, the movement is over.”
Andrew walked right pass the television room and the weight room and turned right heading towards the pool room. The door to the pool room was already open and he could see Cornelius shooting pool at the last table about six tables down to the corner of his right hand side. The pool room held a total of fourteen tables. Andrew walked over to Cornelius table and sat down.
Cornelius spoke to him as he sat down. “What’s up Andrew, are you shooting any pool today?”
“Nope, but I am here to ask you something very important. Just the two of us, it’s kind of confidential.”
“Could you give me an ideal what it is about?” Cornelius asked.
“I prefer to talk to you in private.”
“Is it really that important, can it wait?”
“It’s really that important.”
“Alright, let me finish this game and I’m ready to talk,” Cornelius said.
Cornelius only had one ball left on the table and the eight ball was already set up for him. He hit his ball in and called the eight ball pocket, won the game and gave up his stick.
“Ok, what’s so important and this better be really important for me to give up my game when I was on a winning streak.”
“Lets go in the card room where we could have complete privacy and talk.”
Andrew and Cornelius walked to the guard window and grabbed a deck of cards and headed into the card room and closed the door. They both sat down.
“So what’s this that’s so important that you want to talk about?” Cornelius asked.
“Well, have you been having any weird dreams lately?” Andrew asked.
“As a matter of fact I have.”
“Could you tell me what they are about?” Andrew asked.
“Well, I hate when I have these dreams. It be this little girl in my dreams and I be trying to wake up but it’s like she’s keeping me there trying to kill me. She chants to me every night telling me that it’s my kind that put her there. Every day I try to understand what she means by my kind putting her.”
Andrew cuts him off. “Do you remember how she looks?”
“I saw her floating over me in my bed. She was looking down at me except when I looked up at her she had no eyes to look in. I could see straight through her cornea. Blood was running down her cheeks like tears. She had no hands or feet. Then I saw wires coming out of her wrist toward my neck. I tried to grab the wires but they just wrapped around my wrist as more wires started wrapping around my neck and squeezing. This dream seemed so real I thought I was going to die in this dream. I woke up to my cellmate shaking me. I was sweating to, but it was cold in the room. He tells me I be having nightmares every night. Why you ask, do you be having the same nightmares?” Cornelius asked.
“Honestly Cornelius, I can’t remember my nightmares, but I also wake up in cold sweats and my cellmate be telling me I be having these nightmares every night. Between me and you, do you remember me telling you that I was in here for molesting and murdering a little girl?”
“Yeah,” Cornelius replied.
“Well, you just described her to the -T-. The little girl that I murdered that day was practicing black magic before I abducted her. Now before I killed her, she said a ritual and told me she would be back for me. She had a repulsive look on her face while she was crying, like she was the Devil himself. She sounded pretty assuring about coming back so I decapitated her, cutting off her hands and feet. Then I gutted out her eyeballs. So did you ever ask who she was?”
“I be trying to speak, but she keeps me in a frozen state of mind. I can see her floating around my bed laughing telling me I’m going to pay. She have long blonde hair also that be blowing back while she’s floating around my bed. She keeps telling me it’s my kind that got her stuck there.” He pauses for a second, “She’s also chanting this song to me that I can’t remember right now.”
“Did she ever tell you her name?” Andrew asked.
All the while, while they were having this conversation, there were events presently taking place with another inmate at this facility in another building unit who was in there for the same reasons they were in there for. Unit 346A was a four man unit. Their beds were adjacent in couples across from each other. It was 4:30 in the evening. Out of the four cellmates that slept in that room only two were there napping.
Daniel Cutwright was lying down on his bed sleep, but in a woken trance. His eyes are open and there following this little girl who’s floating around his bed, chuckling and giggling. He starts nodding his head back and forth as if he’s drunk with his eyes barely open. “Am I dreaming? Who are you?” Daniel says sluggishly.
“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” the little girl chuckles in her laugh as she floats around his bed. “Are you dreaming?” She chuckles again, “Uh hee, hee, of course you’re dreaming. You’re sleep aren’t you? Only in this dream, you’re never going to wake up. You’re never going to move again and when you are moved, it will be in a box that’s placed six feet under dirt. Then after you leave this world, I claim your life and your soul. I control you and will torture you for every day that my soul is trapped here. Trust me; you’ll have plenty of company. Hee, hee, all these pedophiles out here, I want to hear all of you beg for mercy at the same time.”
Still floating around his bed, hair blowing back as she’s floating with a cable forming out of both her wrists about six inches long with a hook at that end of each that looks like can openers, Daniels’ paralyzed sweating perfidiously nodding his head slowly, tries to speak. “What’s those?”
The Dream Angel cuts him off. While floating around him she bends over looking into his eyes with tears of her blood dripping on Daniels’ face places one of the hooks over his lips as if it’s her index finger and the other over her lips. “Sh. Sh., you don’t speak until permitted to, unless you’re ready to die now, hush, hush and enjoy your last minutes.”
The cable starts to get longer with hooks still on the ends of them and cutting utensils on them as they extended. You could hear the scissors clipping back and forth as they opened and closed continuously. Small electric saws started forming. Daniel began to sweat as if he was drenched with water. Small knives and even axes began to grow on certain spots of the cables. Daniel began shivering and chattering his teeth again.
She starts to chuckle again with a screeching sound as she speaks, “Did you think you would have the privilege to live a full life after all the felonious acts you committed against children. I can hear the cries of all those sad souls and lives you’ve taken and now it’s your turn to feel the pain that they felt. Only your pain is going to be much, much worse than the pain you inflicted.”
It’s cold in his room and his cellmate June Bug is sleeping. Daniels’ hoping that his cellmate June Bug eventually will wake up and shake him up out of this dream as he usually does. He’s sweating and shivering. His teeth chattering as he pleads for his life.
“Please, I’m sorry. Please I’m begging you; you don’t have to do this.”
“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, you’re starting to sound like me when I was pleading for my life. I want you to keep pleading and think of the little girls and boys you hurted as they pleaded for their lives cause now you’re in my world and I control everything here. The pain you’re about to endure,” she pauses and chuckles again, “Hee, hee, oh yeah it’s real.”
She floats around his bed again slowly giggling with that high pitched screechy laugh. She’s floating down the right side of his bed extending her left arm outwards towards his right upper thigh piercing and cutting through the sheet he’s laying under cutting into his leg as she makes a straight cut from the upper part of his thigh to the lower part of his leg. As she gets to the foot of his bed, she cuts across in the middle of his right and left foot, then cutting and piercing the skin on his two big toes.
“Oh yeah, this is going to be fun. You’re not going to need these two things to walk on anymore. These two little foot-soldiers are going to be put to rest.”
Daniels’ shaking and sweating tries to speak, “Please, please, I haven’t done.”
She cuts him off, “Shut up. Don’t tell me what you haven’t done.”
She continues to float slowly up the left side of his bed piercing and cutting into his skin from the lower part of his leg now to the upper part of his thigh. She reaches the top of his bed as she pierces into his skin on his left cheek. She bends over the headrest of his bunk, kneeling over him catching straight eye contact.
“So are you ready to meet your maker. Hee, hee, hee, oops!!! I forgot. You’ve already met her. I’m your maker.”
“No, no,” Daniels’ screaming sluggishly in his dream.
“To bad, you don’t have a choice.”
“But I’m doing time for the things I’ve done,” Daniel say remorsefully hoping for exoneration.
“I know, but I want you to do the eternity of your time with me. There are no mishaps or flaws of a chance for you getting out. See in my world, there is no second chance, there is no escape.”
She straightens up her posture from kneeling over him and throws her head backwards as if she’s looking at the ceiling and throws her arms up as the chains makes these clinging noises.
“Time is up; there is no reason for you to be living the good life and this is the good life compared to where I’m at, it’s time for you to join me in the darkness.”
She throws her arms down and all the cutting utensils start to disappear as they retract back into the chains. The chain now turning into thick solid wire about two to three inches thick slides under his body began to roll him up as if he’s being wrapped up in a sheet. He begins to scream as another object appears to form from the wire, which appears to be two hands holding tape.
“Shhh, no need for hollering, don’t want to wake your cellmate.”
The hands placed the tape over his mouth. His cellmate turns over in the opposite direction as if he heard something and was about to wake up, but is steadily resting in a deep sleep. As the wires rolls him up starting from his ankles on up to his shoulders, The Dream Angel floats next to him looking at the weary look he has in his eyes as he sweats, she smiles. Now he’s in the air wrapped up in wires. She floats under him as she levitates down sitting on his bed with her legs crossed. She looks up at him as she pops her arms up in the air as if she’s releasing more wire from her arms pushing the front part of his body against the ceiling. Daniels’ trying to holler through the tape but humming instead with fear as he’s moving his mouth trying to loosen the tape that’s over his lips.
“I can feel you trying to loosen the tape up. Anything you’re trying to do I can feel it and if you do somehow loosen that tape, I will just have to cement your mouth closed shut permanently. Then you’ll serve the eternity of your time with me unable to speak.”
The wire changes back from wires to chains. Two separate pieces of chains extends out from the main chain that’s holding him. Miniature saws forms on the end of each of the small chains. The Dream Angel start to set the saws up in position as the small chains reels towards the ceiling setting up on each side of Daniels’ neck five inches away from the left and right sides. Two more chains grew out from that main chain that formed scissors at the end of each chain that also extended out nine inches away from each one of his ears in a diagonal position. You could see Daniels’ frightened as his eyes move from side to side. The miniature saws began to power on as he could hear the sounds of an electric saw. The scissors began to clip back and forth as if they were getting ready to start cutting paper, but these looked like some heavy duty scissors that’s used for cutting more than just paper. An arm and a hand appeared from the chain and then stretched out to the upper back part of his shirt by his neck. The scissors on the right side of him makes its way to the back of him. The hand started grabbing sections of his shirt as the scissors began clipping and cutting his shirt until he was completely shirtless. All the while, while all this is taking place the little girl is laughing and talking to him while she’s sitting on his bed preparing and setting up everything for his death. The tape that was placed on Daniels’ mouth pops off and the hand that’s holding his shirt let’s go and makes its way up to his mouth while another piece of tape is dispensing from the palm of its hand.
“Wait a minute, I promise I’ll be quiet, you don’t have to put anymore tape on me.”
“O.k.,” she responds as everything retracts and her utensils disappear inside the chains. “Since you don’t want me to keep you quiet, what do you want to talk about?”
Looking frantic and exhausted with a receding hairline that stretched all the way to the back just leaving hair on the back of his head in a U shape he asks, “Who are you?”
The little girl responds, “When I was nine years old, my name was Tamaria Armstrong before my soul got trapped in this dark room. I keep hearing the voices of all the other souls whose lives were taken like mines. That was then and this is now and in this present time I no longer carry myself as Tamaria Armstrong. I like to think of myself as The Dream Angel.”
“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you?”
“Nothing,” Tamaria (The Dream Angel) responds, “but think about what you’ve done to other children my age. You see, there are many lost souls walking amongst the living that is trying to reach out to their friends and family, but can’t be seen or heard by them. I can feel their pain. I can hear their cries. Just like me, they were taken from their families and they tell me their stories. Let me ask you something. Do you remember Jamequa?”
“No,” Daniel responds.
“Well she remembers you quite well. She told me about the horrible things you done to her, then strangling her as she gasped for air helplessly. What made it even worse was that you buried her in a place where her body was never found. She knows I have this ability to come into others dreams and she asked me to make sure you don’t hurt anyone else. How could you,” she says angrily as her pupils lit up with flames. “Time is up.”
The Dream Angels arms moved in a motion of a wave pattern and everything that retracted inside of the chains popped back out and was back in position in a matter of seconds. She floats up toward the ceiling looking at Daniel as he looks into eyes of fire. Before he could say anything, the saws powered on and started cutting into each side of his neck. He screamed as his whole body and head begun trembling from the devastating pain it was feeling. His body started hitting the ceiling as the saws began to meet up as they cut through his neck. Daniels cellmate John started twisting as he heard the thumping noises of Daniels’ body hitting the ceiling.
The Dream Angel turns her head and sees Daniel awakening. Her job is completed in this dream, as she quickly withdrew everything, the chains snapped back into her wrist as if they were retractable cords. Daniels’ body, no longer being held by the chains dispensed from The Dream Angel fell from the ceiling with his body hitting the edge of the bed and his head hitting the top rail of the bed causing it to pop completely off as his body hit the floor. John jumped up looking over at Daniel seeing a ghost like image of a little girl with long sandy brown hair disappear into the mist of a concrete wall. He thinks his eyes are deceiving him until he sees Daniels’ bed covered in blood. He glances down at Daniels’ body and notices he to is covered in blood with his head missing as he see it roll against the wall between the two beds next to each other eight feet apart.
June Bug terrified, ran over to the gate, grabbed it and started shaking it, “Hey guard, guard! Hey Turnkey, get me out of here! Help, help, help. Please get me out of here.”
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