October 26, 2005. A hooded monster with an axe walked into an unsupervised high school classroom, splattering the date on the chalkboard with blood. The blossoming trees of Orchard, New Jersey had been cut down, limb by limb.
After the Orchard High School massacre, my mind was reduced to a barren landscape. As days passed, it started to flood with my tears. It didn’t take long for the pieces of my classmates to wash up. Their blood painted the sky, and their screaming agony remained trapped in the thick air.
My flooding mindscape also became occupied by an axe-wielding, one-eyed maniac. Framed with severe scoliosis, his nude, genital-less body had been stitched together at many seams where various skin tones met. The gruesome stitching sloppily spelled out “ED” on his chest. His swollen face had been molded by the uncaring hands of depression, in a way that forced a permanent frown on his gray facial complexion.
“Stitched Ed” never tired of tormenting me under a perverted audience of dark clouds that would often boom with deafening screams and rain down gallons of gore on me. So I kept running, even as my surroundings became fully submerged. I kept running, even as drowning and breathing became an unhealthy couple.
I was ready to give up, and I certainly would’ve, if it wasn’t for the blue and yellow orbs of light that suddenly painted the blurry distance with hope. I followed the strange lights, hoping they would one day lead me to joy.
After years of running, joy finally came into my life, in the form of a woman named Annie.
Together we built a safe haven for each other—a mental manor that sheltered me from Stitched Ed and the sight and sounds of my butchered classmates. Its interior was furnished with comforting love and rich with framed memories I’ll always cherish. I called it home for three years. I called Annie my Home for three years. Until death broke in, taking her from me and triggering a self-destruct system.
My mental manor crumbled, forcing me to live in the rubble of my own mind, surrounded by the reanimated dead and reanimated memories of Stitched Ed.
Recognizing me despite the hood shrouding my face, he stands at the far end of the main hall, greeting me with outstretched arms as I enter Orchard High School. The front doors had been left unlocked by the three men I’m going to kill—three men that dismembered and decapitated a kind old man whose blue and yellow eyes had once guided me away from the razor-gloved hands of suicide.
My remaining layers of sanity are stripped off by the gripping sight of Stitched Ed crawling towards me, leaving me naked in his presence. Paralysis strokes my entire body as he stands on his crooked feet.
Holding the hand I wanted Annie to take in marriage, Stitched Ed walks me down the aisle leading to that exact classroom.
The kids seated inside had all been digested by Stitched Ed and vomited in his horrible image. Each and every one of them is wearing the disfigured face that had been stitched into my mind’s gaping wound for years.
Gripping my axe and emotions tightly, I start to vividly relive a nightmare… through the eyes of the monster. Swinging my axe wildly at the kids, I’m stopped only by the impossible date written on the chalkboard…