(This is the first story I wrote on wattpad and you can check it out in chapters, but it's also here)
Assignment: write a short story
Subject: Dutch
Amount of space: max. three pages
Year: 1st
The New Yorker 1996
Young writer Elvis king, nephew of "The king of Horror", Stephen King, fills the shoes of his uncle, and made a breakthrough with his book based on the murder of a maid in the Stanley Hotel in Colorado. The book is called; "From Experience". It is situated through the eyes of the anonymous murderer of the 17 year-old girl named Susan Quinn. "I had no idea what to write, so i asked my uncle, because, well, who knows how to get inspiration for a book better than Stephen King, himself?" thus Elvis King. ""Write what you know," he told me, so i thought about scary things i knew and what i wanted to write about. I thought about it for about two weeks before i read about the murder on Susan Quinn in the papers. I thought i could maybe write from the murderers perspective, about how he planned the murder and how it happend."
*Elvis' journal about how he made the story*
February 28th 1996, I have been thinking for days about how to write this book, but i still don't have a clue. The only thing i have is the genre and the plot. I guess i'm gonna have to ask my uncle. He has written so many great books, he should have some good advice. I grab my phone and my fingers dial the nummer of uncle Stephen. After a bunch of annoying beeps in my ear, i hear the voice of my uncle, Stephen King. I ask him how to get inspiration on how to create a good, scary book, the way he can. 'You just write what you know and think, empathize with the character's point of view,' he says. I hang up the phone after we exchange goodbyes, after a rather short conversation. I still didn't get a callback on the job at that publishing company. I don't think I'm going to get the job, considering i have been waiting three weeks for a call and Mr Forman told me i had to wait a week, at most. Well, considering i do not have any job right now, I guess I can stay at a hotel somewhere to work on my book.
February 29th 1996 I am gonna search for a hotel in Colorado, i don't want to get too far away from Utah, but i at least wanna leave this state and i have always wanted to go to Colorado. There is an hotel there, called the Stanley Hotel. Uncle Stephen once visited that hotel and wrote one of his most succesfull books about it, due to a nightmare he had when visiting. I am gonna check when I'll be leaving, because i want to write a book as good as his.
March 1st 1996, I have decited to leave today, I'm packing my bags and i will be leaving A.S.A.P.
March 3rd 1996, I have been at this hotel for a day now, and i am thinking the maid that helped me to my room is a sinner. Pride. Pride is the first deadly sin. The girl, Susan, i think her name was, has committed the sin of Pride. She is proud of herself. Saint Augstine said it himself; "It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels." She has to die. To free us of her sins. She will be dead. That's it! I'll kill her to free the world of the sins from this devil born in heaven. Then i'll write a book about it, and everybody will love it, because the world will be free of her sins! I obviously will not tell anyone, because mankind thinks that murder is a sin, even though the world will be free of someone else's. I'll be an anonymous hero, but i'll be the hero of the murderbooks! Though, tell me something, isn't there a person in your life, that you would love to kill if you could? You cannot tell me that i'm wrong.
March 8th, I have almost finished preparing the murder, it's gonna happen soon! Just a bunch of details and a motive. She has to die as soon as possible.
From the testimony of Olivia Campbell, receptionist at the Stanley Hotel.
Judge: 'Miss Campbell, is it true that you were the first to see the body of miss Quinn?'
Olivia: 'Yes, Your Honor. I have told you this about a thousand times. I told mr. Lennon that i was going to have lunch on the second floor, in the room where Susan and I had agreed to meet eachother with permission of mr. Lennon. It was room 237, there was a box in front of the door, I openend it for some reason, and there it was, Susans head, with a note that said: "my pleasure" I panicked, and walked inside, unaware of the tear stroking my cheek. I saw her beheaded body sitting up against the cabint, her organs spread across the room.'
Judge: 'I understand that this process is frustrating, miss Campbell, but i need you to tell me what you exactly did when you saw miss Quinn.'
Olivia: 'I froze. I think I screamed, because one of the hotel guests knocked on the door, and asked if everything was okay. I carefully walked to the door and opened it slowly, afraid the killer was behind it. I did not say a word. When the man took a look behind me, he looked back at me while the colour drained from his face.'
Judge: 'And you are sure that this man, Eric Smith, is not the killer?'
Olivia: 'No, it was Elvis! Elvis King! You still don't get it! It was Elvis, goddammit!
Judge: 'Now, why are you so sure about that?'
Olivia: 'Because he wrote a damn book about the whole thing! The murder happend at the fucking hotel, while he was there! I saw his glares at Susan and the time between the murder and the publishing of the book was just the time he needed to write that stupid book! He has so many details in the book that he couldn't have known, unless he was there! And the autopsy had not even been done, while he was halfway on writing his book! He obviously was working on the book every single day, he never left the hotel! I even saw him writing in a very thick notebook when he was eating in the cafetaria, he always had that notebook in his hand!'
From "From Experience" the book of Elvis King
When Susan opens the door the room 237, ready for lunch with her new friend, she sees him. Ethan Krueger. He is wearing a blue shirt with black pants and in the grip of his right hand, there is an axe. Susan starts to feel uneasy, when the strange man keeps his silence. 'Sorry, i didn't know there was someone in this room.. I'll be right out. But as employee feel obligated to tell you that you are not alowed to keep any weapons, such as guns, knives, or axes without permission,' she says with a crooked smile. 'You probably think you're a holy girl, don't you? You're pretty damn proud of yourself, huh?' the man slowly walks over to the girl, the grip on his axe tightening. 'Of course i am proud, it's healthy,' she says, trying to force a smile but fails miserably when her back hits the door behind her. 'Devil!' the man screams. 'Thou salt not suffer a devil to live!' he raises his axe and when Susan ducks, the axe meets the door and Susan can't help but to let a little scream escape her mouth. She crawls away and runs to the kitchen. Ethan runs after her with the axe in the air next to his head, a psychopatic grin growing on his face. She grabs a chef's knife and holds it in the air. 'Go away!' she screams with knife in front of her. She grabs a dishcloth from the counter and ducks again when the psychopath in front of her raises his axe and hits the wall. A muffled scream is heard behind him. Ethan jumps when a dishcloth covers his mouth from behind him and his vision turns blurry. The last thing he hears as he falls to the ground is the running of the scared girl and her attempt to open the locked door.
When the crazy man wakes up, the girl is nowhere to be found. Suspicously, he walks to the door of the hotelroom and checks if it's still locked. When he is sure the door was not opened when he was unconcious, he drags his sharp axe along the walls, making a haunting sound trhough the room. 'Susie... come play..' he says slowly, loud enough for her to hear if she is still in the room. 'Ethan Krueger. That's my name. Can you say it?' he walks over to the bathroom. 'What is my name? Come on, you know it,' he swings the door open. 'Susan...' he walks over to the closed. 'Say it!' he lifts his axe and slams it in de door, swinging it open as he attempts to get the axe out. He swings open the other door, wich reveals a crying Susan behind. Sobbing she sinks to the bottom of the closed. 'Please.. Don't hurt me. I've got so much to live for! I'll do anything! Please!' she says through her tears. 'Please.' she wispers under her breath. 'It was pride that turned angels into devils; humility makes people angels,' he says. The axe meets Susans arm and a scream escapes her mouth. The man hits her in her face. 'Silence' Ethan demants. 'So? What is my name? Say it!' Susan grabs her arm and looks at the man trough her tears. 'Now!' he half shouts. 'Ethan Krueger!' the poor girl screams, pain in her voice. 'What is it?' he says, raising his voice. When Susan screams his name with even more pain in her voice, Ethan raises his axe again and lets it meet her scull. 'What do you think of that?' he says, loudly, satisfaction and enjoyment in his voice. As he repeats his action, blood squirts in his face. His axe meets Susans throat, wich leads to her head falling next to her. He hits his axe in her chest en cuts it open. He then grabs the knife in her hand and cuts out her heart. He carefully cuts out every organ one by one, and throws it behind him in the room. Then he drags the body of the girl trough the room and places it sitting up, against the cabinet facing the door. He grabs the small carton box in the kitchen and walks over to the closed to grabs the hair of the head inside and puts it in the small box. Ethan scribbles a little note and puts it inside the box, before he puts on a bathrobe and leaves the room, leaving the box in front of the door.
"My pleasure. I enjoyed releasing the world of this devil." It reads.