The law may not understand why my recent actions were vital- nevertheless warranted- but here is something the law and you yourself in turn can understand, I am a learned man. I have earned my PhD in psychology. That alone should assure you that I am a rational source. Let me further go on to tell you that I was put on this earth to help suffering souls. When I get out of jail- and I will get out of jail, because the devil can only hold the innocent temporarily- I will proceed to become a man of God. Only then will I be able to safeguard my soul as well as the souls of others. But before I go on to tell you the plans for the future let me tell you the tale of how I arrived in this jail cell by putting myself in danger to selfishly protect the lives of those around me.
Before I found my pious calling- when I was still employed as a private psychiatrist- I acquired a new client. Her name was Lenorah. She was the embodiment of beauty and grace. As a psychiatrist, I was prepared to see every type of degenerate and all forms of broken people, but I never expected to see a person as sweet as Lenorah in my office every week. During the course of our meetings I fell into pattern of referring to her as the lovely Lenorah, or simply Lovely, because she truly was. Her seemingly perfect disposition aroused and nurtured tender feelings toward her in my heart- but I never allowed my feelings toward her to interfere with my professional evaluation. From our discussions she appeared to be the least disturbed of all my patients- her only concern was that she did not know how to extract joy from her own life. She even went far enough to say that on the days she did not feel completely devastated, she felt like an empty shell of a person. My heart reached out toward her because I- being the learned man that I am- could see that at her core she was a good person.
Our sessions continued and- as I knew it would happen- the fated day came when I realized her fatal disease. It was the day after my sister had sent me a package of rich chocolate-those were what I was delighting in during my session with Lenorah. Because I am not impolite and because I was very fond of Lenorah- at this point- I offered her a piece of chocolate. That was when she uttered the sinful sentence- I do not eat chocolate- and instantly I understood. I became even more concerned with her than I was previously because I knew just how dangerous it was to lead a life without chocolate. This became the primary topics of our following sessions. She was not lactose intolerant or allergic to any other ingredients in the recipe. She had no valid reason not to ingest her daily doses of chocolate. I pleaded with her to begin making it a regular part of her diet- I begged her- lamented- but nothing availed. She refused. Her only reasoning being she did not like it. A chilling terror for her rose up inside me.
Any educated man fully understands how essential chocolate is to humanity. As I am sure you already know, chocolate is a vital part of a person’s happiness. It is proven that consuming chocolate in large quantities is best because it not only increases happiness but also kindness and good will. No wonder Lenorah felt her life lacked any sense of joy and she felt like a shell of a person. As educated as I was, I knew not what Lenorah was making herself susceptible to by holding fast to her resolve not to consume the holy food.
The changes that I knew would take place came sooner rather than later. Then, I still knew not exactly what was ensuing. As our sessions continued I watched the transformations slowly consume her perfect form. As the changes became more apparent in her I could barely bring myself to look at her. She morphed into a hideous being. I could hardly believe this was the same person I called my lovely Lenorah. She had become a beast. A demonic, undead thing plaguing the earth.
Then the especially horrid day came. She had tears in her eyes and a violent spell overtook her deformed body- She reached out to touch me. My blood ran cold as I tried to keep her sickness from infecting me. She was speaking but I heard no words I only watched her sick mutilated form. I pondered if she felt pain in her state. My eyes fixated on her pearly white pristine teeth- teeth that should never be so white- so foreign to the occasional cavity. That was when I realized she was not my Lenorah. She did not breathe, feel happiness, sadness and she would not feel pain either because she was not my Lenorah. What I beheld before me was a demon possessing my sweet Lenorah’s body. Moved by grief for my darling Lenorah and fright for my own safety I attacked the thing before me.
I pulled out her ungodly teeth. A thought overtook me then- I might have a chance to save Lenorah’s soul. I grabbed packages of chocolate- I had an abundance around to prevent her condition from infecting me- and forced her to eat them. However, the devilish form that was not my Lenorah was still before me. Perhaps I am too late– I thought. Then another thought came to me what if there is no time for the chocolate to make it through the digestive system? I had to act quickly and drastic measures were necessary. I melted down the rest of chocolate I had and injected it into the inhuman skin. I was desperate to cure Lenorah of her condition and bring her back to me so I kept filling her with chocolate.
I succeeded- as I knew I would. The demon was gone from Lenorah’s body-fiendishly it also took Lenorah’s life on its way out. I watched Lenorah’s innocent form lay before me. If only I had begun treating her disease sooner, maybe then I could have saved her life but alas she was taken from me forever. It saddened me that someone so beautiful never knew true happiness. That was when another brilliant idea came to me. Since she was unable to experience happiness in her life I would surround her in happiness in her death. I proceed to melt down my stores of chocolate and dip Lenorah into it. Her fingers, toes, ears, eyes, lips, heart, I encased it all in chocolate. When my task was done I packaged Lenorah in the finest chocolate packagings I had. I left the packages at her favorite places in town.
I returned to my office tired but incredibly satisfied because I did what I knew to be right. I tried to get through some work that I had piling up on my desk done but I was making insufficient progress because the death of the lovely Lenorah still weighed on my shoulders. I decided to delight in a healthy dose of chocolate to rejuvenate my spirits but the chocolate felt- and tasted- peculiar. I looked at the packaging, the ingredients and the chocolate itself, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was my standard prescription of chocolate. I continued to eat it and the chocolate continued to behave strangely. I held several pieces in my hand looking for the cause of the abnormality. Then I found it. There in the palm of my hand, I felt a pulse that was not my own. The chocolate was beating like a heart. The demon! I thought. It plagues my workplace still! It goes without saying that I put the possessed chocolate down. I immediately went out seeking protection at the nearest respectable chocolate selling establishment.
I purchased a standard package of milk chocolate and started to devour it. Still, something strange proceeded to happen in my mouth. I was not simply eating milk chocolate. A vile liquid that was not chocolate filled my mouth. I spit the contents of my mouth into my empty hand and my palm was filled with blood. A cold sweat found me in my frightened state. I felt all the blood rush from my face. I looked at the milk chocolate in my other hand and for a moment all was fine. Then it proceeded to behave like the chocolate I had in my office. It began with a faint pulse then went on to have a steady beat like that of a beating heart. Terrified I crushed the chocolate in my hands in an attempt to stop the sinful demonstration. Blood. Blood oozed from the crevices between my fingers.
I could bear the hauntings myself no longer. I went to the honest store clerk for help with this demon that was plaguing me. I begged him to help me but he couldn’t seem to see what I needed help with. I looked down at my clenched fist coated in blood. I pry my fingers open to show him the horror but he still refused to see. I looked back at his face to see if there was something wrong with his eyes and I saw the honest man that I was desperately seeking help from also had the face of a demon. “How!” I screamed at it in horror. “I expelled you. I sacrificed the sweet life force of Lenorah to be rid of you! Tell me why. Why are you still plaguing me?” The demon had no answer for me.
This was my final from my Edgar Allan Poe class in college. We were challenged to write a story imitating his writing style. Let me know how I did! This was so much fun to write, because as dark as it is it is still very comical. It did, however, make my friends who do not eat sweets very wary of me. I originally wanted to call it “Death By Chocolate” I found it very fitting to the story and I loved that it is also an ice cream flavor, but my professor at the time did not have the best sense of humor so I decided to name is something more Poe-esque. Let me know how you enjoyed it!