Shh! I've heard a lot, almost everything in the Heaven and Earth. The sounds of every crippling things that walks the Earth and the bustling noise of hell around me; but why will you say that I am demented? All this had helped me sharpen my understanding, my senses and peace in this world. It gives me the energy to keep moving forward in the days of troubles. How then, am I demented? Listen! and observe how healthy, calmly I can tell you the whole story.
The more I think about it the more idealistic and passionate I become. I can envision every inch of it and once perfectly settled, it will chase me, day and night until the final day. I love my wife. She has done me no wrong, and have not spoken ill things against me. She's the beauty that colors my world. In her beauty I submit. Until one day, a scream at the middle of the night broke me apart. A sound that put me in despair. The sound of many days of restlessness. It was the voice! yes, it was this! A night terror at midnight. She makes an awful sound where all the energy would suck the life out of everything. Everything that is so special to me began to vanish in tin air. Whenever it reaches my ears my blood run cold; and so bit by bit -very gradually- I made up my mind to take the life of my wife, and by so doing get rid off my misery.
Now you think I am mad. That madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how precisely and wise I proceeded, with caution I went to work. I was never so much in love with her during the week before I killed her. But everynight during midnight, when she's sound asleep I will steadily, gently move away her arms that was wrapped around me. Oh, you should have seen how cautiously I place her hands on the side of the bed. I moved slowly- very, very slowly so that I might not disturb my wife's deep sleep. It took me an hour to move her away from me and make my way out of the bed. Yes! you got it right, no madman can do as I did. I tiptoed towards the window and gently make a slit on the curtain enough for a single ray of moonlight to fell upon her face. Once I got the perfect light enough to see her, I will crawl straight to the darkest part of the room where my red chair is and sit there for 3 hours. And I did this for 6 long nights- every night just at midnight but I hear no sound from her, and so it is impossible to do the work; for it is not my wife who caused my trouble, but the sound that night when everybody in this world is sound asleep. And every morning, when the day broke, and she's awaken, I will kiss her in the lips and hug her tight, and asking her how she had passed the night. So you see how she is left clueless to suspect me that every night just at twelve, staring at her patiently waiting while she sleeps.
After breakfast I will go straight to the garden, at the back of our house. Behind the big tree lies my final escape. Curious? Let me tell you how precise I measured and dig the length of a 5 feet deep of pit with the length exactly 153 inches long and a width of 20 inches enough for the final resting place of my wife.
One morning after those days of labors, my wife was apparently standing behind me while I'm sitting on the edge of the pit next to the shovel.Nervous? No, not a single strand of fear coincide my head. I slowly stand and face her with the biggest smile that I could possibly conjure. I wanted to tell her that that pit was for her. But I am not the typical man that you think I am. I more than that, I am smart. I managed to convince her that that pit was supposed to be a surprise for our 3rd anniversary where I will put something special in it on that day while she stand over the tree gazing on it with owe and adoration. I then added that I will change my surprise since she already new about the pit under the shade of the tree. She almost cried for how deeply I am in love with her. We walk inside the house and spend time for the rest of the day, enjoying ice cream with her favorite movie.
Upon the sixth night I am more than cautious in getting out of bed. Never before that night I had felt the immensity of my own powers- of my sagacity. I could barely contain my feelings of triumph. As I did everynight I went gently out of bed and tiptoed towards the window. But this time not a single ray of moonlight breakthrough, as a big cloud covers it's luster. My heads lights up with a genius idea, I slowly grab the handle of the door and turn it slowly making my way out of the room. I went down to the kitchen, opened one of the drawer and found a flashlight. Suddenly, a loud scream breaks the silence. I hurriedly went upstairs but by the time I reached the bedroom door the screaming stops, my breathing speeds up and my heart rate sky racketed. I lean my ears towards the door, listening intensely while slowly opening the door. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little without her ever knowing of my secret deeds and thoughts.
I had my head in, in the space of darkness I lit up the artificial light and spot it on her lips. She's in bed motionless, not a fraction of a sound has been heard. I tiptoed towards my chair without taking away the light away from her lips. An hour later, sitting on my chair steadily waiting in a deafening silent, the door creaks open, and my wife sprang up in bed, crying out- 'Who's there?'
I immediately switch off the light and did not move a muscle. I said nothing, nor the entity that moves the door open. This time she realized that I'm not in bed and thought maybe I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I heard that she went back to sleep.
A moment later a long squeak was heard under our bed. A hellish squeak just like a scream of endless pain, distress, and horror filled the room. The noise was similar to the sound that took me nights and nights of trouble. Once again my wife sprang up in bed , but this time calls my name over and over. I can only hear her but I did not make a sound. The squeking continues and she begin to groan, and I knew it was the groan of a mortal terror. By this point of time, I know that you've been dying to know what's the sound under the bed. Now I can tell you that it was a good friend I met a few days ago. A friend that took refuge under the ground where I dig a pit for my wife's silents cave.They had come under her to help me with my plan. Yes! the rats have the knowledge of the plan. Maybe they've seen the pain in my eyes the moment I entered there abode. But they must return quickly to where they belong, together with the sound of my wife's deepest secret. There noises is breaking my skull open to the point of insanity. But my wife is calling me by name and I pitied her, but as the squeking grew louder and louder, my feelings shifts to the plan. I must move quickly.
For quite some time, the room was filled with unintelligible shrieking. Suddenly, a loud screaming was heard. 'Arrrggg!' , a high pitch ringing burst into my ears. I knew it was the time, this calls me to do the work. I quickly move towards the bed, screaming on top of my lungs and killed her. Now, you must ask me how? Well, I must say that I've considered a bunch of ways to end her but I think the old fashion way exceeded them all. All those nights, a big kitchen knife was under my chair where I sit waiting for the perfect moment.Yes! I went straight for her neck and cut deep. I felt the blood springing out everywhere as well as my tears drawing down my cheeks. I swear at that moment, I feel infinite! As I switch the lights on, the rats are gone. I must have not noticed their exit during the time being. There where silence, everywhere and the only things I can hear is the beating of my heart. My wife's lifeless body lying in bed waiting to be concealed.
If you still think that I am mad, I suggest you think twice. You will think so no longer, when I describe the wise precaution I took for the concealment of the body. I worked hastily but in silence. She's always neat and tidy and so, I took 53 small stitches to sew the deep cut on her neck. I also made twice stitching on her lips just to make sure, she will never be heard again. I clean up all the mess around the bed, and made sure that all things are perfectly as it was before, spotted from blood and chaos.
The night grew colder, colder at the garden at three in the morning. I said my last goodbye to my wife and kiss her on her cheeks and place her carefully on the ground where I dig a pit deep. It was perfect! There I was standing behind the tree gazing at her with the light I hold. I held my position for an hour smiling. I took the shovel and started putting the dearth back in its place.
When I had made an end on these labours, it was four o'clock - still dark as midnight. I went back to bed facing the darkest area of the room. My muscles begins to relax, during this time both my rate of respiration and heartbeat drops. I am sound asleep. But you know what they said that it resembles someone who is relaxed asleep, yet awake. Since, I've developed a stronger sense in sounds, even asleep my awareness of the slightest sounds heightens my nerves. Suddenly, I sprang out in bed. I hear my wife calling me. It begins with a small cry and grew loudly as I navigate my thoughts into thinking it was not her. She's dead and mute, but my name is called out continuously and it was deafening. Covering my ears with both hands is no help. The sounds hover throughout the house in every direction. Afraid that my neighbor will hear the sounds, I began to panic! I run outside into the garden, dig the burial with great intensity. To my surprise I discovered that the rats had returned. The rats screams with their teeth savagely pestering the corpse. The sound is similar with the voices of her night terror. Terrified with all the commotions I called out my neighbors and asked them for help. The sun gradually shown it's presence while I told them the whole story, how precisely I planned and executed it. As I did, the deafening sound lessens until there was none. And I proudly told them that it's quiet forever.
