He Haunted Me

I'm not even old... I'm only 43 for goodness' sakes.

They said I was crazy.

My own family did this to me. My own son!

I guess I should start from the beginning...

It all started when I lost my home due to an earthquake in Tokyo, Japan. I also lost my husband of four years. Well, I didn't know where else to go, so I went back to America to move in with my 22 year old son and his wife. They had both said it was okay as long as I got a job and didn't bum around all day. So that's what I did.

I started working at a computer company; fixing computers for ten or more hours straight. That's enough to wear somebody out in itself, but apparently I did such a good job that my boss decided to promote me... Now I'm supervising young guns who think they know how to make video games.

Jason.

Not much to say on this one other than the fact that...and I say this in total confidence...*looks around*...but that boy is...evil.

One day, I saw him creating a character that looked like one of the few girls in that room. I later found out that the character was to be attacked by a criminal in his video game which was rated M for mature. Immature is more like it. I mean, can you believe that he would do that?

So I reported it to my boss...

...Who in turn told me that that's what the younger folks do, and when they lack a character description, they use a friend. No big deal. I sighed and gave up.

The girl Jason had based his character on...

She was pretty. She had long, straight, black hair that reached down to the middle of her back. A single red streak went down the left side making her look almost emo. But I knew that she was actually a really smart puzzle freak.

She died a week before his game went to the boss...murder of course. The "irony" of her murder was that she was killed in the same aspect as in Jason's video game... And I was crazy? I don't think so.

And thus I became a little more observant when I supervised Jason. My boss made me stop. He demoted me back to fixing computers.

But young Jason looked at me with that look... like I was next.

After Jason committed suicide, things seemed to get worse. My boss would have me working overtime all alone, when all of a sudden, the power would go off, and things would start to move on their own...

But I wasn't fully convinced that things were flying at me for no reason... I knew. Jason was behind it.

That's why my son thought me crazy. Because I said Jason was haunting me, throwing things at my head, trying to kill me. I had bruises and now have scars to prove this... But my son just thought that I was becoming weaker and weaker from staying so late, and that I was trying to cover it up, because I loved my job so much. Right.

So my own son made me quit my job. That only made things worse. Now I was home alone for about twelve hours or more each day. And that added to the creepiness.

The lights would flicker on and off. Books would fly at my head daily. I even barely dodged a flying butcher knife. It got stuck in the wall right behind me. I'm telling you; this guy has been trying to kill me even if he is dead.

A new video game came out today. I was one of the main victims, imagine that. The fine print at the bottom declared "IN LOVING MEMORY OF JASON PERRITTE"

I screamed. And that, my friend, is why I am here.

My son and his wife decided that they just couldn't put up any longer with my insanity. But you understand, don't you?

Thank you for your time, Mr. Frankenstein. I'm so sorry for bugging you, but I just had to get this off of my chest.