Case number 07592

Case number 07592

This is Doctor Charles Moss M.D.

The case in review is of Carrie Taylor and the event that took place in the early morning of March 3rd, 2020. We have been able to construct the following events from several hypnosis sessions.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

“Is that someone at the door?” “It’s two in the morning, what the hell?”

“Hunny take the gun”

“Ya, just my luck it would be the police I pull it out on too”.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

“Alright I’m coming!” Josh struggles to get out of bed before grabbing his 38 out of the side table drawer, the only light is the dim red of the alarm clock. Walking down the stairs to get to the door, it’s quiet. Gun in hand Josh holds it behind his back, click… the lock turns, and he opens the door slowly. No one is there.

Shutting and relocking the front door, Josh heads back upstairs to the bedroom, putting the gun away and crawling back into bed.

“Who was at the door?”

“Nobody, probably people at the wrong house.”

Settling back into a rhythm of sleep, not ten minutes pass. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

“Oh my GOD, not again!”

“Just shoot them and get it over with,” Carrie says from half asleep.

“No, that would wake the neighbors and then the police would be involved.”

Not worrying about the gun this time, Josh crawls out of bed, walking back down the hall and down the stairs, throws the front door open and, to his surprise no one's there.

Before Josh closes the door, a cold sensation passes through his body, sending shivers down his spine. Slowly turning, Josh walks back up the stairs. A picture falls from the wall, wanting to just go back to bed, Josh grabs the picture and places it back on the hook. As he releases it, another one falls, and then another, and another.

“What the hell?”

After putting the third picture back on its hook, he says screw it. Halfway up, a blood-curdling scream echoes through the house. Realizing it came from his wife in the bedroom, Josh takes the rest of the stairs two, three at a time. More screams bellowing off the walls, lights flickering, pictures crashing down, pounding on the bedroom door, Josh screaming back, “Carrie! Open the door! I’m right here!”

Silence, Josh leans against the door, tears rolling down his face, not knowing what has become of his Carrie. Standing up once more to try the door, an easy turn of the handle, and it opens up. He finally gets to see what has happened, BANG! A gunshot rings out. Josh stands there in the doorway, one hand on the knob, shallow breathing, and blood spewing from his chest. He stares at his wife lying in bed with a smoking 38 in hand.

“Josh, what are you doing? You’ve been standing in the doorway for the past five minutes. Get inside and come back to bed. Josh realizing he’s been standing there for a few minutes, hand still on the handle, he slowly closes the front door and sets the dead bolt. “Man, that was a crazy dream I just had.” Carrie slowly walks up the stairs behind him with a glint in her eye, draws back the hammer on the 38 and asks, “What was crazy, dear?”

Mrs. Taylor has no recollection of the death of her husband; she had called 911when her alarm went off at 703am and she discovered her husband laying on the floor with a single gunshot to the chest; a thorough search of the house, the police had found a 38 revolver with one shot fired. Mrs. Taylor's fingerprints were the only ones on the gun.

Doctor Charles Moss M.D.

Rockhaven Psychiatric Hospital