Human Costumes nosleep

People fear all kinds of monsters of film, television, and lore. The truth is, most of us will never come across anything of the sort. We do, however, interact with individuals that wear a suit of sorts. Not quite a Buffalo Bill skin suit, but something more believable. Their suits are very convincing. You would never think twice if you saw them on the street, or pick them out of a crowd. Most would never even notice the almost unperceivable cracks in their human disguise. 

If you are perceptive and have a good read of character, however, you can see under the skin and see the true monster that resides behind their eyes and polished smile. Usually these types rise to powerful positions within companies. Some become powerful politicians, but they all have one thing in common; the need to control and have power over others. These slick individuals occasionally show their teeth, but many will be too distracted or too apathetic to notice or care.

They use this power for their own selfish gain. They exploit and use others to further their own agendas. Agendas usually coincide with monetary gain, but not always. This leads to a tale of a true monster, donning his human costume for truly malicious purpose.

Adam was a seemingly normal guy. He came from a good family. He graduated from a good college with a degree in Business Admin. He spent time working at a soup kitchen once a month in Downtown Los Angeles. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for this fit, white man in his early 30s. His life was seemingly perfect to the outside viewer.

Adam worked in finance, and was quite driven. He had managed to work his way into being the youngest member of upper management within the private equity group he’d worked for in eight years. Everyone he worked with seemed to like him, but most important to Adam, they respected him. Although he made a 7-figure salary per year, Adam never did it for the money. Rather, the challenge of rising above those twenty years his senior had always been his driving force.

He hid his resentment for his fellow person well. No one would ever guess the contempt and bitterness he felt towards those around him. All were idiots, fools, and imbeciles. He even felt this way of his immediate family. He would go home for the holidays, but generally avoided any contact with them. He lived an isolated life and he loved it. This is probably why he never had a girlfriend for too long.

Adam attracted all types of women, but none of them ever would stick around long. In times of passion, his mask would dip ever so slightly from his face, reveling his true self. Most women would get a small glimpse of this and disconnect from him completely. Those that would stick around would be kicked to the curb when he tired of them. They were all just ignorant whores, after all. His life was perfectly empty.

One day, after work, Adam went to the soup kitchen in Downtown where he had volunteered for the last 36 months. A girl he had dated had convinced him to volunteer 3 years ago, and Adam was a slave to schedule and appearance. He spotted Walter, the 50 something year old homeless man, walking back for a second serving. Adam helped Walter filling his paper bowl, and Walter nodded his head to display his gratitude.

Adam saw a few new faces, but one in particular stuck out. Standing behind Walter in line, was a young woman, seemingly in her twenties that Adam hadn’t seen before.

She had dirty blonde hair, very fair skin, and a gaunt frame of maybe 100 lbs. She appeared to be suffering from some sort of drug addiction based upon how slender her frame was for her 5’9” height. For some reason, Adam was reminded of his sister when he looked at her. For the first time in seemingly an hour, Adam spoke.

He said, “I haven’t seen you here before. What’s your name?” The young woman replied softly without looking up, “Amy.” Adam lifted his ladle from the pot of what looked like chicken noodle soup and filled Amy’s bowl. “Nice to meet you, Amy” he replied. Amy nodded sheepishly, never looking Adam in the eye and left him to sit a table.

Adam observed her as she sat by herself, and slowly ate her soup. It seemed she wanted to be left alone to her thoughts. She sat alone for ten minutes, finished her meal and placed the paper bowl in the trashcan. As she left, she turned around and made eye contact with Adam and smiled. Off Amy went into the night. “I’ll see you later,” Adam thought.

Adam stayed at the soup kitchen for another hour before he got back into his freshly washed and waxed, 5-Series BMW. He drove from Downtown Los Angeles to his home in South Pasadena. It was an older home, built in the 1920s. The home fit in perfectly for the area. The paint was perfect and the driveway was without a crack. Adam took great pride in his home, where he had lived since 2008. It was something he had purchased to celebrate a big bonus he had received. It had everything he wanted and projected the image he desired.

As Adam parked his perfect 5-Series BMW in his perfect attached garage, he noticed some weeds growing next to the driveway. “I’ll be sure to explain to that fucking gardener how to do his fucking job”, he thought to himself. He exited his car, and closed the garage door. Adam turned off the alarm guarding his 4-bedroom 3-bath home with a large, isolated back yard with tall fencing. This home seemed normal and perfect, but one detail separated this house from most of the others in the area. This home, unlike most in Southern California had a basement. In this basement were relics of his past and present.

He had boxes of things from his college days, living in the frat house of Sigma Alpha Epsilon. Those were the days of partying and fucking the sorority girls with no regrets. These were his trophies of the past conquests. Never any regrets from past to present to future. Never any regard for the feelings of those he hurt and no regard for the damage he had done. But who cares! He had gotten away with it, and they were foolish for trusting in him. This was not enough for him now. Now he desired, no, needed more.

His present was represented in a sound, a faint sound coming from the back of his basement, deep underground. The faintest muffled noise of desperation and struggle. But no one could hear the noise at this time, not even Adam.

Adam placed his keys on the key hook mounted to a wall next to his entryway from the garage. This entryway led into the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Adam went from the kitchen to the Living Room, where he sat down on his brown leather sectional couch he had picked out of a Design Within Reach catalogue. He turned on his 70” Sony 4k television set and began watching Sports Center. The fucking Lakers lost again.

Adam was within calories for the day and decided to celebrate with a snack. He turned his attention back to the refrigerator to get a low carb hummus and pretzel snack. As he got to the bottom of his pretzels and hummus, he refocused on the door in his kitchen leading to the basement. He hadn’t been down there since the previous night. It was time and part of his ritual to visit his basement before going to bed at 11 PM.

Opening the door, Adam flicked the light switch to light his way into the basement. He walked down the stairs and beyond his boxes of past things to a door in the back corner. Adam removed a key from his pocket and opened the padlock blocking his way from opening the door. He proceeded down another set of stairs to another door.

Opening the door to his present, Adam flipped on another light switch on the adjacent wall. An old halogen bulb that gave off a yellow light quickly lighted the room. It was then Adam noticed the faint noise that had become louder.

The woman’s body hung from a hook on the wall. Adam had perfectly tied her up and hung her from the hook, suspending her from her bindings. She had been his “guest” for two weeks. Beside her sat a bag of lime and a shovel, something Adam was becoming increasingly comfortable with using. “Shut the fuck up, you fucking bitch. I will fucking kill you if you make a sound,” he said.

The woman, like Amy, was a lost soul in Downtown Los Angeles that had gone into the soup kitchen out of desperation and hunger. She thought Adam had kind eyes and a nice smile, so she foolishly let her guard down. The moment she set foot in his car, her life was already over. As they traveled on 110 Freeway North, she got very drowsy and lost consciousness. That is what happens when someone puts Rohypnol in your food. She awoke in his dungeon, perfectly tied to the wall. He had already begun work on her with his knife, cutting away at her abdomen. Adam was careful not to cut too deep as to prolong her suffering.

He had made his last victim go for almost three weeks and was becoming accustomed to the level of torture one can endure before succumbing to death. This one would die eventually as well. That is when Adam would resolve the matter with his shovel and lime; a perfect fertilizer for the flowers in his backyard. Amy would be next, Adam was sure of that. It was only a matter of time before she fell into his trap and wound up on the wall of his dungeon.

Monsters come in many shapes and sizes. It is easy to know a frightening monster’s mal intent, as you understand their cruel intentions from their face value. But, the scariest of monsters are the one’s that hide behind a mask in plain sight.

Submitted October 09, 2015 at 12:47PM by NoSleepthrowaway213 http://ift.tt/1OoLqxa nosleep