There used to be a cruel man that stalked the
dark parking garage of Aol. He would wait in
the shadows, watching, preparing for his
unsuspecting victim. There were many to choose from, vulnerable women, alone
walking to there cars after busy days shopping or leaving from work. I do not know if it was a reflection upon AOL's reputation
for high quality employees, or what.
But 98% of the women that were in that garage, either had forgotten where they parked, locked keys in car, or were so clumsy they would always be dropping keys. Always making it very easy for this stalker to attack, subdue them and take them off into the darker shadows kicking and screaming, to have his evil and lustful way with them. Sounds filtering through the shadows of that old garage of clothing being ripped and torn, whimpering protests of the helpless victim,
muffled screams... giving away to silence then building to soft moans of passion and louder moans of wanting lust. This dark cruel man named Max, was there in that garage every
single night for almost 4 months.
The crime stories in the local news papers were almost all about this fiend. Headlines "The Parking Garage Rapist Strkes Yet Again" and "AOL Building Authority and Local Police
Set a Trap" and "36 Women Assaulted Last Night" I chuckle to myself about that night,
I got the credit, but there were others muscling in on my territory, just imagine what my stamina would had to have been like.
Well things were going along smoothly.. the police had no concrete leads and most of the victims refused to press charges, but instead would return to the garage very frequently
Then soon I started noticing this one woman who kept coming back to the garage, maybe she had been there before, but I had just noticed her. A very pretty lady sitting alone,
on the hood of a car watching the commotion in the garage. I walk over to her and strike up a conversation with her, trying to seem harmless. We begin to talk, she begins to
relax with my presence... I offer her a beer and continue to make small talk, as my eyes roam her body. Soon I can not control myself any longer...and I begin to force myself upon her. She weakly protests,but, as I begin to see, the protests were not very real. I hesitate and pull myself together and leave before anything
really happened. This was strange... something just was not right. Not like all the others. I just could not figure it out. This lady whom I had never seen before that night, she and I became friends after that night. I began to change. Theold cruel and evil Max was mellowing out. My desires for the rough play were deminishing. I was falling in love and did not know it at the time. From that point on its seemed that my focus was mostly on her. Besides there were many more stalkers in the garage, besides me. So the attacks continued without me. We grew closer and closer together. But something was different. Max had a reputation and now he did not feel right.
The next headlines read "Man Found in Pool of Blood" and "DNA Tests Prove Man Was AOL Parking Garage Stalker" and "Man Identified Only As MAX". I was laid to rest in a common grave. I thought death was final...
but apparently not. Three days later, I arose from that dark and lonesome grave... immediately I was different. I had not the same desires as before, my body was changed as well. As I stood looking down at the grave from which I had just arose, I saw the soil was not moved. I had arisen through the soil.
Looking down at myself, now a tall man dressed in black complete with long flowing cape. Puzzled wondering if my previous
life had been nothing but a dream... a nightmare. If so who was this person whose grave I am standing over? Why does the name Max seem to haunt me so? I knelt down into the mud and reached to touch the name on the plastic sign....quickly withdrawing.
Shocked as I see my hand pass right through the plastic. Thinking that I was the man in the grave, the monster who preyed on vulnerable women. But now.... I am different... a ghost? I thought so at first..But I withdrew and found a quiet place to gather my thoughts. Began testing and trying various things concentrating I found that I could make my body solid and then change back to a ghostlike being. I could walk through walls and levitate. All this was interesting and fun.. but what the hell good was it? Why was I brought back?
Alone in the dark woods asking myself these questions, concentrating to find the answers.. suddenly a window opens in front of me a doorway or a portal to another realm.
Faintly I hear the sobs of a woman crying from within. Stepping through the opening into this unknown realm, it is no longer unknown. For as soon as I stepped through, I knew the reason and power that brought me back.
Love.
The most powerful force in all the universe. More powerful than all forces of evil combined. The woman that was crying,
I could see her as if I was watching a movie but at same time like I was there in front of her. She was crying and calling my name. Grieving over my death. She does love me, I thought. Love. I was brought back by love to the one who loved me. It was then that I
stepped through the portal and into her room. Invisible yet to her, but bringing a sense of calmness with me ... for she seemed to
sense my presence. Her sobbing ceased and she whispered my name. Her eyes darting around the room through tears. I reach out with my hand invisible to her eyes and softly touch her cheek. Causing a warming calmness to take hold of her ... letting her know that soon things would be ok. Leaning down and lightly kissing her forehead. Then turning to step back into the portal... pausing..
I turn and glance at her again ... just in time to see her looking straight at me... whispering the words "I love you" as the portal closes.
Thus I began an eternal life based on our eternal love for each other and the power there of... power to which there is no match.