Storm Taken_A Supernatural Thriller by William Michael Davidson

Author:William Michael Davidson [Davidson, William Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clean Reads
Published: 2018-07-15T22:00:00+00:00

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One man’s death was terribly tragic. He kept a journal, and, after his uncle allowed me the opportunity to read through it, I was able to put the pieces together. They were neighbors of ours, just one block over.

Robert Pierson was a high-functioning forty-eight-year-old paranoid schizophrenic who lived with his uncle . He worked as an actuary for a small vitamin company in Carson, and when taking his medication, Olanzapine, and attending his weekly therapy, the voices were kept at bay. They were never completely gone, but they were manageable.

People who knew Robert and worked with him said he seemed fairly normal, but if you held a long enough conversation with him, there was something slightly “off.” Most said it had to do with his unawareness of personal space. He leaned in a bit too close, stood a little too close, and many felt like they had to slightly move back when engaged in a discussion with him. But by and large, most people chalked up Robert Pierson as being just a bit quirky and never would have guessed that he had long ago been diagnosed as a schizophrenic.

If they had seen him off his meds, it would have been another story entirely.

Robert had front row seats in the park when the mass killing took place. I remember seeing him there. Like others, he ran away when the crazy guy tore through the crowd with his AK-47. Robert ran back to his home as the sky turned dark and weird lightning started to fork down from the swirling clouds overhead. Once inside, I imagine that he bolted all of the doors, closed all of the windows, and decided to wait it out. Something bizarre was going on outside.

Based on the journal, he had been off his meds for days; they kept disappearing. It didn’t make any sense, because he knew they should have been there in his bathroom. He had gone a couple days without his meds a few times over the years and usually things were just fine until day three, when the voices became a little louder and began to break through. He was angry when he realized he was trapped inside his house and cursed himself for not replenishing his supply when the last batch went missing.

He even thought of breaking into the pharmacy a couple blocks away. He was pretty sure everyone else on the island was hiding out in their homes to escape the crazy gunman and the bizarre storm. It would probably be locked. He could break into the store, get his meds, and come back to the house.

But by July 6th, two days later, Robert had a different idea. The voices had come back with a vengeance, and they were telling him one thing: You don’t need the meds. They’re trying to control you, Robert. The storm is trying to control you. You must fight it.

It made perfect sense. He was convinced of it. They were all trying to control him, and the crazy gunman may have been a rebel, resisting the control.

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