Sunday, November 5th, 2014
The sun had been shining for quite some time as the wind was blowing the autumn leaves around. It was almost Halloween, and children could be seen running on the cobble stone paths and streets in pure delight as their new costumes were drenched around their bodies. Parents could be seen smiling at their children thinking how proud they were of themselves, and occasionally dogs would be seen chasing after the oddly changed children.
Yes. The life in Topeka, Kansas was a quiet peaceful and full of bliss; where everyone knew everyone, and there was no such thing as big news. Now in this particular part of Topeka there lived a man by the name of Martin O’Neill. Now Mr. O’Neill lived alone in a second story house just inside the city limits of Topeka. Of course in the long run at some point of time Mr. O’Neill did have a family, but we’ll get to that.
Before we get to anymore details let me tell you who I am. My name is Dr. Morgan James Hike. In my personal experience I was astonished by the life the O’Neill family had together that I decided to write a basic biography…
Sunday, November 5th, 2017
I am now currently relieved of my situation towards the O’Neill family in which I can now tell the horrific story of the individuals themselves that have unfolded in the past to what they are today. In the past; I was unsure as of to who to tell these stories to due to an unseen fear that threatened my life which was at stake. Now I can be rest assured that the individuals can not harm me. This is my book. I call the first chapter.
Premonition of the Future
I had the privilege of being Mr. O’Neill’s therapist and a practitioner when he was raising his two boys on his own, and I wrote and collected several journals from several individuals and pieced them together to form this book. The first one is from one of my nurses Rebecca Kyle. This is how it follows…
Wednesday, November 5th, 2014 2215 Hrs.
What a day. I’m sure there are ways to summarize the hectic day I’ve had but instead I’m going to tell you what happened. Around 3:45P.M. Today I had the pleasure of prepping and examining a suicide that graciously decided to fall onto the ground from the Bank of America building down the street. Now I know for a fact that Dr. Hike seems to know the young man, but he won’t tell. The reason being is because of him being so flustered. When ever he’s flustered he knows something and won’t tell, but for now the man’s name is Jon Doe.
I’ve been working on the duty for more than twenty five years and I have never seen anything like this before. The man’s pale white torso was deformed from either the impact of the fall or from lots of injury. He had long wavy brown hair, tan colored eyes, a very thin but light complexion, and huge hands and feet.
Now as for why he decided to jump from a fifteen story building is beyond me. Probably he had too much on his mind, or he lacking from it. I don’t know, and I don’t care. As long as I get paid that’s I all I need to know.
Now apparently I had just received new shoes and the man at the store told me that I would have to break them in; they’re breaking me. Right now I have short thin grayish-black hair with bits of brown mixed inside. My eyes are of a round soft tan color with a sparkle of green coded inside. I have a very narrow face with a slim body; and I mean slim. My body color is of the Puerto Ricans mixed with a bit of Chinese.
Sorry. I got carried away for a second. Now after scrubbing my hands and almost staining my newly bought red dress, I get ready to cut a classic y shape into the torso. I stop for a second thinking that it seemed cold in the room and then continue to saw. After taking out the organs, weighing them, and putting them into their rightful containers; I clean the body and myself and head for lunch break (home for the day) that is my log for the day.
Hugs and Kisses. Becky…