Chapter 3 Uncle Billy
Dong~ Dong~ Dong~
Evening time.
From the distant Catholic church bell tower came the deep and melodious sound of bells.
Brian yawned, his eyes hazily opened, and he prepared to get up from the couch to see if he could find some new part-time work.
It wasn't just for the money.
It was also for medical treatment.
For some reason,
lately, his mental health had been worsening, and he was even often having hallucinations.
The hallucinations were alarmingly similar: the animals that he had once personally sent to their deaths by arranging accidents would replay their dying agonies before him, or the over a thousand dissected corpses from the past two years seemed to smile at him, asking why he had dissected them into parts...
After each hallucination,
Brian would feel an itch in his hands, a desire to destroy something.