Eternal Consciousness

The following is the suspects recall of events from January 21st 2006

It has been 2 weeks since I last slept. The Doctors say I suffer from a rare genetic form of insomnia causing my brain to remain active and refuse to rest. My eyes are begging to hurt, I prey that I will drift off to sleep. No such luck. I am not awake nor asleep but in a state between our world and the dream world. I become am becoming delusional, visions of past memories begin to flash before me. It is becoming hard to recognize what is reality. The vision are becoming more frequent, blending in with reality. Earlier today I saw my dead grandmother who died when I was aged 10 walk over to me and kiss me good night.

These hallucinations are begging to consume me. I am becoming obsessed and terrified by them. Every second I wait, trying to determine what is real and what is a figment of my imagination. I hear a noise down stairs, voices talking having a social gathering. I reach over and pick up a screw driver, still there from the time I put together my Ikea flat packed dresser. Grasping it in one hand I reach for the door handle with the other. The laughs and voices from downstairs do not go away. I slowly turn the handle then swing open the door. Poking the screwdriver out first then my head I observe the landing, no one here. Creeping down the stairs, each step taken with care, every creak echoing. I come to the door to my living room, the voices are coming from inside. I again slowly turn the handle then swing open the door.

What I saw was something that chilled me to the very bone. There stood a man. He was wearing a long black Victorian style cape, a suit and a top hand. Blood covered the floor, dripping from the larger knife he held loosely by his side. He turned his head and looked me dead in the eyes. A large cut ran across one of his eyes, thick black hair covering some of his face. Using the hand holding the knife he brushed the hair away from his face. A smile broadened across his face. He lifted his hand to his mouth making the silence gesture then vanished. Blood remaining on the floor.

Looking down as my hands I notice a thick, red colour covering them. The Screwdriver is no longer in my hand. Bringing my hands to my face I begin to tremble. I hear a knock at the door. A women wearing a cleaning uniform was standing there. Her face white, eyes red from crying. I only allow my face to be shown, hiding my blood stained hands. "Have you seen my boy" the women asked with a sense of fear and desperation. "He came over...looking for his ball 7 hours ago". "No" I replied but she insisted on coming in. Forcing her way past me she stared down at my red hands. She began to scream, I jumped onto her, covering her mouth. "Be quiet". I close my eyes, knowing this women will never understand my story. I open them to see the man in the top hat. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulls out his knife. Grabbing the women by the hair he turns her head to look at him. She is sobbing, begging for me to let her go. I am unable to help, frozen in place. Every attempt to move fails, I am observing a horror and can not, or will not intervene. The man then sticks the knife into one side of her cheek and out the other. Pulling the knife straight out through the mouth he creating a huge gash in the her face. She is crying, her words no longer recognizable. Her arms and legs kicking out, unable to over whelm the assailant. Reaching into her mouth the man grabs the womens jaw. Holding her head in place he rips the jaw from the womens mouth. The womens legs collapse under her. Catching her he slowly let her down to the ground. Breaths could be heard escaping through the gap that was once her mouth. Un finished the man set about the womens eyes.Holding the eye lids open as he carved away at her eyes, removing each of them. Blood trickling down her cheek from the empty sockets. Her hands reached up to feel where her eyes used to be before going limp and falling to the floor. The man stands and looks at me. Gesturing for me to look at my hand. Then he vanished.

I stare down at my hands. In my right hand the knife used to mutilate the women blood covering my clothing. Walking out of my front door I collapse onto my knees and begin to scream, a long piercing scream. Neighbors rushing out see me holding a knife, covered in blood.

I was not aware of the boys where abouts, I have told you everything that I know. I am not the murdered, I was a witness. I know this may be hard to believe but that is the truth.

[Testimony from Eliot White taken on February the 6th 2006.]