somewhere in the house. He decided on the perfect place. Carson figured stashing her somewhere obvious was probably the least likely place anyone would decide to look.
2
Almost two weeks had passed since Miriam died. Carson survived his weekly visit from Jessa without her noticing anything was different about the house. Carson told her that Miriam was feeling better and went to visit some family for a couple weeks. Jessa didn’t seem to think that was strange, and so she went about her usual cleaning and cooking before leaving. Carson felt cocky about things – like he had come up with the perfect murder and was going to get away with it. Miriam had family all over the US and he figured that would buy him quite a bit of time before he needed to worry about what to tell people that asked about his wife.
The following day he started to hear strange noises. The noises were faint at first, but as the days went by, they got louder. It was difficult for him to pinpoint what the noises were, but to him it sounded almost like white noise. It was as if someone had a radio on very low volume, and it wasn’t tuned to a station that came in. As he sat in his recliner reading, the white noise continued. It went on day and night, and it got to the point that he was unable to sleep at all. As he lay in bed, the sound was coming from all directions. It was in the ceiling. It was in the walls and coming up from the floors. He ran about the house with a flashlight in the small hours, desperately trying to figure out what the noise was. He used a small hammer to tap on the walls to see if maybe he could find a mouse or some sort of animal that was making the noise, but it droned on.
After almost a week of the noise, it changed from a soft white noise to the sound of a slurping or sucking sound. He couldn’t place the sound, and it was driving him mad. It didn’t make any sense. Carson even went to the main electrical panel in the house and turned everything off, and still he heard the white noise and the strange slurping sounds. No matter what he did, he was not able to find the source of the noises that kept him from reading or sleeping. Something had to be done!
Carson decided the best thing to do was to go next door to talk to his neighbor who was a maintenance man at the high school in town. Surely he would be able to figure it out. Carson patiently waited until 4pm, when the neighbor said he would stop by after work and see if he could find the source of the noise.
3
Almost a year had passed and now Carson Dillon found himself in very different surroundings. He was quietly sitting by a window reading a book. He seemed very content to look at him absent his new living arrangement. Two doctors were standing on the other side of the room, talking amongst themselves about his status. They were both psychiatrists at the Benton Harbor Hospital for the Criminally Insane. The wing of the hospital they were in was very secure, despite the heavily medicated patients walking around in pajamas and playing checkers, reading books, or watching TV in the day room. There were bars on the windows and locked doors to not allow them to leave, but inside this special wing, you would really have no idea of the various disturbing reasons why these patients were now calling this home.
For Carson it was a rather sad story. He was suffering from dementia. He had been for the last eight years. His wife Miriam had passed away nearly 20 years before after a battle with lung cancer, and he had a very hard time dealing with life on his own. There were dozens of pictures of her on the walls. When the dementia set in, family members got him housed at a special nursing home where he was
2
Almost two weeks had passed since Miriam died. Carson survived his weekly visit from Jessa without her noticing anything was different about the house. Carson told her that Miriam was feeling better and went to visit some family for a couple weeks. Jessa didn’t seem to think that was strange, and so she went about her usual cleaning and cooking before leaving. Carson felt cocky about things – like he had come up with the perfect murder and was going to get away with it. Miriam had family all over the US and he figured that would buy him quite a bit of time before he needed to worry about what to tell people that asked about his wife.
The following day he started to hear strange noises. The noises were faint at first, but as the days went by, they got louder. It was difficult for him to pinpoint what the noises were, but to him it sounded almost like white noise. It was as if someone had a radio on very low volume, and it wasn’t tuned to a station that came in. As he sat in his recliner reading, the white noise continued. It went on day and night, and it got to the point that he was unable to sleep at all. As he lay in bed, the sound was coming from all directions. It was in the ceiling. It was in the walls and coming up from the floors. He ran about the house with a flashlight in the small hours, desperately trying to figure out what the noise was. He used a small hammer to tap on the walls to see if maybe he could find a mouse or some sort of animal that was making the noise, but it droned on.
After almost a week of the noise, it changed from a soft white noise to the sound of a slurping or sucking sound. He couldn’t place the sound, and it was driving him mad. It didn’t make any sense. Carson even went to the main electrical panel in the house and turned everything off, and still he heard the white noise and the strange slurping sounds. No matter what he did, he was not able to find the source of the noises that kept him from reading or sleeping. Something had to be done!
Carson decided the best thing to do was to go next door to talk to his neighbor who was a maintenance man at the high school in town. Surely he would be able to figure it out. Carson patiently waited until 4pm, when the neighbor said he would stop by after work and see if he could find the source of the noise.
3
Almost a year had passed and now Carson Dillon found himself in very different surroundings. He was quietly sitting by a window reading a book. He seemed very content to look at him absent his new living arrangement. Two doctors were standing on the other side of the room, talking amongst themselves about his status. They were both psychiatrists at the Benton Harbor Hospital for the Criminally Insane. The wing of the hospital they were in was very secure, despite the heavily medicated patients walking around in pajamas and playing checkers, reading books, or watching TV in the day room. There were bars on the windows and locked doors to not allow them to leave, but inside this special wing, you would really have no idea of the various disturbing reasons why these patients were now calling this home.
For Carson it was a rather sad story. He was suffering from dementia. He had been for the last eight years. His wife Miriam had passed away nearly 20 years before after a battle with lung cancer, and he had a very hard time dealing with life on his own. There were dozens of pictures of her on the walls. When the dementia set in, family members got him housed at a special nursing home where he was
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