​Jerry Mciver was leading a normal life, everything was kept in order and he had no major issues mentally but then one day he left his house in a hurry for work. He forgot to turn the stove off which was cooking his oatmeal. At work he received a phone call from the fire department that there had been a fire at his house. Initially he thought that it was arson or a malfunction of the furnace but the fire department said it was caused by the gas burner being left on. The fire marshal told Jerry that only one room had been destroyed and the rest of the house was still in tact.

When will you stop talking to me? You with all of your troublesome questions and moaning lamentations. It was you who had talked me into that horrible murder that you committed with an axe. And now we will pay the ultimate price and sink into the grave with others tramping on our mound from above. 

I had seen him walking the street last week and he had something on his head but I was not sure what it was. I didn't think anything of it until I saw him again yesterday around midnight as he was walking down the street with same apparatus on his head. I moved closer to the window to get a closer look and I stared at the top of his head still unable to figure out what was sitting atop it. I quickly got my shoes on and raced out the door to catch up with the man. By the time I made it down to the street he was rounding a corner into an alley. I started to sprint down the street to catch up with him but by the time I made it to the corner of the alley he had vanished. Then a series of howling screams blared from the alley. I quickly hid in a doorway, terrified, waiting to see what was going to happen next. Everything went quiet and all of a sudden there seemed to be nobody around, as if they were hiding too. A few minutes later I heard the sound of sirens off in the distance and I quickly darted through the alley which led onto a dark street. And from here I crawled over a series of fences and just as I was about to sneak into my apartment I felt that there was someone watching me. I turned around and there was the man with the apparatus atop of his head staring at me. He then stepped back into the shadows and I had no thoughts of chasing him.