The Road to Maine Is Bloody Part 2

Normally his kind of crazy would fit right in but he was far stranger. He’d only come into town once every six months and buy a year’s supply of flour, bread, bottled water, four or five cases of Pepsi and several books, mostly Stephen King. And every time he came in, he’d have a different story. The last one she remembered was he was ranting about seeing Pennywise the clown in a storm drain, asking him if he wanted a balloon and as he left, he’d say “We all float down there.”

Everyone would laugh and say he took the books a little too seriously and he even had a St Bernard he named Cujo. He was obviously an obsessed fan and even the King himself would be frightened of this character. Everyone whispered about him, calling him crazy and never talked to him. 

They found out that before he moved to Maine, his wife had mysteriously disappeared and he had gone to trial for her disappearance but the case was dismissed due to lack of evidence and five years before that, their little girl was found dead, her body floating in their private lake, her death was ruled accidental and his wife never recovered from her death and suffered a mental breakdown. 

It was about six months later she disappeared and the body never found. The police were sure he murdered her but could never prove it. Shortly after her mother’s death, the crazy man as everyone called him, was found hanging in the basement with a note attached to the blue bib overalls he always wore.  

The note was slightly crumpled, torn on one corner, aged yellow and stained with coffee. “The Road to Maine is Bloody but the path to death is clear. The Monsters are inside us, not under the bed and the blood will spill from the pen that writes our fates. Read the words that are his, that are new & take heed before your chapter ends, cause by then it’ll be too late and you’ll never be seen again.”