Evil Author

Prologue: scribble, scribble, scribble

In a small dark room, a small bed by the corner next to a small desk and chair had a small cassette radio with a built-in torch, lighting up the entire room.

A skinny light-skinned man with grey hair wearing eyeglasses was sitting on a chair, Infront of him a typewriter was placed on the desk he looked like a youthful twenty-nine-year-old, and fiery passion could be seen burning inside his eyes, like an awoken spirit of sorts that had been neglected had finally taken over the man's body but he wasn't possessed, he was clearly excited on what he was about to do.

"I Gerald Asphalt lived till this day having accomplished nothing in my life all the time I have been neglecting my creative side and finally I suppose it is time I released that side of me to the world and at least leave something I can be remembered by and not be forgotten in the flow of time," said Gerald

Gerald was born from a rich family having everything he asked for as a youth he was never in need to worry about what he wanted to be and lived his life carefree and never really accomplished much on his own due to him living a money-filled life.

However, though many believed living like Gerald would have been a blessing he however never really enjoyed his life as he was always unable to completely make his dreams of becoming a writer come true as his parents thought such goals were nothing but a waste of time and he should focus on learning the business industry at the high-class schools he was sent to, which led to him losing passion for working hard on improving himself and ended up a broken individual and dropping out of school to run away to a small town away from the city.

Tonight was a new beginning for Gerald as he had left his life behind him years back and escaped his parent's tyranny and decided to pursue his dreams as a writer and he managed to work small parttime jobs to get a small one-roomed house and today he managed to buy an old typewriter from a pawn shop and tonight is what he finally dreamt of which is starting his writing career.

PING! PING! PING!

In the night a typewriter could be heard in a lighted up one-roomed house but the sound was not annoying to the ears as it sounded like the ringing of the typewriter was full of joy for finally being used after a long time.

"It was as cold as the peak of mount ever…" mumbled Gerald completely hypnotized by the world he was creating but suddenly the flashlight of his radio started to flicker.

Shhhhh weeeoo shhhhh weeoo

the radio started to produce scrambling sounds as it was self-tuning

this sudden incident took Gerald out of his trance and he immediately frowned not knowing what was happening to the radio

"damn pawnshop sold me a faulty radio it's the first day in use and already giving me problems didn't they say it wasn't used for that long when it was pawned and practically new," said Gerald as he picked up the radio leaned on his chair and begun slapping the radio to see if it could stop its strange behavior.

Slap slap slap

After hitting the radio a few times, it stopped and went back to normal "hm looks like tomorrow I've got to go talk with the shop manager perhaps I can get a refund or another radio if I negotiate hard enough," said Gerald

"Right got to get back to work," said Gerald as he placed the radio back on the desk and begun typing again

A few seconds was all it took for him to get back in his hypnotic-like state and he began typing vigorously and after 2 minutes the radio torch flickered again and the tunning and volume of the radio increased at the same time creating a sharp piercing sound like that of a malfunctioning microphone

Tweeeeeeeeeeeeee

Having heard this sound Gerald immediately covered his ears that were now bleeding out as he was rolling on the floor he screamed "what the hell is going on here aghhhh "

He Immediately mustered up the strength to get up and fiercely knocked the Radio with a slap sending it flying and knocking it against the wall and the batteries of the radio were flung outside and landed on the floor both radio and batteries.

"I'm totally going to sue those bastards for selling me such a dangerous product I almost went deaf," said Gerald as he was slowly going through his drawer and took out a candle and lit it up using matches.

Gerald took some time to clean the blood from his ears with a wet cloth and bowl of cold tap water and after he was done returned to his seat "I'm already behind on my chapter goals tonight but I have to finish this prologue at least" he said to himself and again he started typing

Ping ping ping

But suddenly the radio started tuning itself again

This caused a sudden pause to Gerald and his brows tightly knitted together into a frown "the hell with this junk I'm totally going to beat up those bastards for selling me a trash radio" thought Gerald again, but as he turned to take a look at the radio that had been slapped to the floor earlier he saw that the batteries where not in the radio but beside it on the floor and he clearly remembered that the radio doesn't have any built-in power source, suddenly hit with this realization, terror slowly filled his heart, his eyes wide open and his heart pounding, the look on his face grim and the color of his skin turned pale.

Scribble scribble scribble

Shortly after he heard scribbling sounds of a pen on paper from the radio then black smoke filled with an evil presence and turning his room gloomy slowly diffused from the radio and spread nearer to Gerald who was seated on his chair.

Filled with fear and confusion on what was going on Gerald could not get up from his seat, as all his instincts warned him to stay still as it was his only hope of avoiding danger from this unknown entity that had appeared before him.

"what the hell is this, my instincts are warning me not to move and stay put but also such murderous intent and evil I'm feeling from this black smoke surely no one in their right mind would stay put," thought Gerald, and as he was thinking the Black smoke immediately disappeared seeping into the walls and the scribbling of the pen paused.

"This is my chance" Gerald ignoring his instincts mustered the strength to stand and rush to the door and immediately as he tried to hold the doorknob the scribbling of the pen begun again and the door locked itself, with wide eyes and raspy breathing Gerald constantly pulled the doorknob in hopes to forcefully open the door but the knob ended up getting completely pulled out and was left holding it in his hands.

Scribble scribble scribble

Hearing the scribbling of the pen Gerald dropped the doorknob he was holding and completely lost control of his body and slowly turned back to the desk and walked over and sat down.

He was like a puppet being played with and he was still conscience but it felt as if he was only a passenger of his own body.

Scribble scribble scribble

Hearing the scribbling Gerald pulled the typewriter closer to his chest on the desk and…

Bang bang bang

He began Constantly bashing his head against the metal typewriter until he began bleeding heavily but continued hitting his head on the typewriter making no screams of agony "who. Why is this happening to m…"

CRACK!

SPLAT!

His head split open spilling his brain matter and blood on the floor and his face as he laid dead was of sadness and confusion.

The radio became silent leaving the room gloomy and the candle on the desk remained lighted upon on this tragic night.