Witch From Paradise Village

By Herb Hamblen

A man with mental illness overcomes all odds to free the woman he loves of the curse that has been place upon her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jul 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483533483

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I

The Witch

Frank Hill pushed the branches of the young magnolia tree aside so he could peer in through the window at the facility’s art teacher, Susan Birches. The pigeon droppings on the magnolia leaves smeared white greasy blotches on his arms but Hill didn’t care. He was nuts, criminally insane to be more precise, and he wanted Susan Birches in the worst way. His lust for her seemed to overpower all rational thought. If caught traipsing around in the bushes, Hill could spend a month in solitary confinement. There, he would see no one and be forced to eat the loaf; the nastiest nutrition bar that God ever made. But Hill didn’t care about the repercussions of his actions. He had quit caring once he had accepted the fact that he would never be released.

One of Hill’s few joys in life was savoring every bit of Miss Birches’ sensuality that he could. Today she was preparing for class in her red mini skirt, black fish-net stockings, and stilted high heel shoes. Miss Birches was sizzling hot, and Hill fantasized about having sex with her just about every time he saw her. He wondered how she could have possibly gotten past the security officers dressed like she was. A floodgate of fantasies about how she must have seduced the guards began to pervade his mind, but then he reasoned that she’d probably seduced them with her soft spoken small talk.

While walking by one of the desks Miss Birches accidently knocked a sketch pad to the floor. Having known all along that Hill was watching, she slowly bent down to pick it up. Hill pressed hard against the glass, Let me in there and I’ll hammer you until your eyeballs pop out. All of a sudden it began to rain, furiously. A bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree. It cut a seam right down the trunk and blew a piece of bark onto Hill’s head; the roar of thunder that followed scared Hill half to death. He rapped on the window hoping Miss Birches would let him in. She looked over at him and smiled. Hill waved at her to unlock the door and to his surprise, she did. Once inside, she locked the door behind him; then, she went over to the window, dropped the blinds and pulled the curtains closed. Hill didn’t care why she did it, he was just glad to get out of the weather.

What do you think of my thunderstorm, Hill?

He looked confused. What do you mean ...your thunderstorm?

I couldn’t justify having you in here with the curtains drawn before class if there hadn’t been a thunderstorm, so I manifested one.

Are you messing with my head? asked Hill.

No, I saw you looking at my ass. I know you’re horny as hell, so I’m here. I’m going to give you what you want, and a whole lot more.

Did you just say what I think you said? repeated a shocked Hill.

I’m not here to be interrogated. I want an answer. Do you want inside of me or not?

Of course, who wouldn’t want you, Miss Birches?

I don’t desire everyone I see, so not everyone gets to feel the ecstasy of being a part of me, she replied. Miss Birches grabbed Hill’s hair and curled one of her legs around his midsection. Hill raised her up off the floor and sat her on top of a table. He began kissing her neck. I’m getting hot, said Miss Birches. Soon the fire will be unquenchable.

You're definitely hot. I’ll agree with you there. Hill pressed his manhood between her legs.

Miss Birches pushed him back and looked straight at his crotch. Looks like your horny enough, but do you have the balls to go through with it?

I’m not afraid of anything. Hill unzipped his fly and exposed himself.

Nice, replied Miss Birches, but I don’t think you’re evil enough to get me off?

What do you mean ...evil enough? he asked.

For instance, would you be willing to break a ferret’s neck to pleasure me? she asked.

I’ve never heard of any shit like that before but whatever, said Hill, I’m game.

Well then, let’s see if you’re as evil as you say. Miss Birches reached into her purse and pulled out a ferret. She kissed it on the mouth as if it were her lover. Rex here was once a man, but he’s definitely not a man anymore. Isn’t that right Rex?

Are you some kind of witch or something? asked Hill.

That’s right, I’m an evil witch. I practice the dark arts. And if you don’t screw me right I’m going to turn you into a toad. Miss Birches scooted to the edge of the table and parted her legs for him. Rip my panties off ...now!

Hill reached under her skirt and ripped them off. Then he tried pressing his manhood into her, but she pushed him back once more. What’s wrong now?

I want you to strangle Rex ...slowly ...as I take you in. But I warn you, if Rex dies too quickly I’ll turn you into toad like I said. And believe me, I can.

Why are you mad at Rex?

He doubted my powers; then, he made the mistake of cheating on me, she replied. Once a man has me he shall have no other.

Okay, so how slowly do you want me to kill him?

I want Rex to die at the exact same moment you explode inside of me, replied Miss Birches.

You are one kinky bitch, said Hill.

Miss Birches handed Rex to him then pulled Hill into her. Hill tried to concentrate on killing the ferret while Miss Birches drained him of his seed, but it didn’t take long before Miss Birches began to buck wildly. Hill felt her pulsing on his erection, and it was then that he raised her up off the table. Both of Miss Birches’ legs were curled tightly around his hips; then, all of a sudden, her eyes closed and her head rolled back. Hill snapped the ferret’s neck and came inside of her at the same time.

Suddenly, her green eyes began to glow as she stared into his soul. Then, in an eerie voice she spoke: You belong to me now.

II

Notification of Release

Mr. Rommel, two years ago you spent six months in jail for the crime of carjacking. The court found you not guilty by reason of insanity; then you were sent here for evaluation and treatment. However, once a person comes to this facility they don’t just walk back out into society after a specified period of time. In order to leave this facility a person must first be declared sane. As you know a declaration of sanity entails a lot of things, not the least of which is satisfying the criteria laid out in your productive member of society handbook.

I’ve been doing my best, Dr. Krankenhaus.

I agree with you Mr. Rommel, you’ve taken the initiative in your recovery. And it hasn’t gone unnoticed, in fact, that’s why you’re here. Your treatment team is recommending that you be released. I’m giving my stamp of approval as well. You seem to have an excellent understanding of your mental condition and fully understand that you will always be mentally ill. I can assure you that if you didn’t realize you had an incurable mental illness we wouldn’t be releasing you. And I caution, should you forget that you are mentally ill, you’ll probably end up incarcerated again. Worse things could happen than being locked up of course but that’s entirely up to you. All I can say is that if you find yourself de-compensating, do not hesitate to get help. Remember, once you begin de-compensating it might be too late.

Don’t I know, Rommel replied. Trying to navigate through the bureaucracy of healthcare is hard enough when your brain is functioning well, but to get help once your brain goes out is almost impossible.

Well, let’s just make sure that doesn’t happen shall we, suggested Dr. Krankenhaus. You’ve demonstrated medication compliance the entire time you’ve been here. You seem to be aware of just how much stress you can take and even more importantly, how to deal with it. Under treatment you’ve learned the importance of eating right, getting adequate rest, and daily exercise. You’ve conducted and attended drug and alcohol recovery meetings throughout your stay here, and we hope you will continue attending these meetings on the outside. It’s our belief that having support groups such as these is paramount to you remaining mentally stable. Now ...do you have anything to say?

I think being considered for release is great, Dr. Krankenhaus, but I’m certainly not counting my chickens before they’re hatched. I’ve had too much disappointment in my life for that. Besides, I’ve watched the others. They all get excited about leaving and then the arrangement falls through and they’re right back here.

That’s true but you have to remember, it’s hard to find placement in a halfway house for a mentally ill person who’s committed a crime, and the judge doesn’t always agree with our decisions.

One thing I learned at the drug and alcohol meetings is not to let my expectations get too high, that way I’m not let down when things don’t turn out the way I want them too. The cool thing is that nowadays when God has other plans I can accept it.

That’s a good way to think, said Dr. Krankenhaus.

I must admit though I am feeling anxious about my release. Two and a half years is a long time and right now I have that caged animal feeling. You know, that feeling an animal gets just before being released back into the wild.

Feeling apprehension about rejoining society is understandable, Mr. Rommel. Most of the residents experience the exact same feelings your feeling right now. You know that we could have sent you to the state hospital at Saint Matthew’s months ago, but we think that would have been a step backward in your case. We’ve been looking for an area where you’ll have access to affordable medication. Fortunately for you you’re a Veteran and have access to Veterans’ services, otherwise you’d be out of luck.

Is the healthcare situation still that bad?

Well I can say that you don’t qualify for Medicare or Medicaid so what does that tell you, said Dr. Krankenhaus.

What about my disability check? asked Rommel.

The disability check you’ll be getting each month won’t even cover the rent at the halfway house we’re sending you to.

I guess that means I’m going to a town near a Veterans Hospital, replied Rommel.

Looks that way, replied Dr. Krankenhaus.

You know, when I was young, we used to take my brother back and forth to the Veterans Hospital to see a psychiatrist. But as soon as we’d get him home he’d go bonkers and try to kill us. I can’t count the number of times we hid in the woods, at neighbors houses, or ducked out in motel rooms until the police caught up with him. It seemed like he could do anything he wanted to and not get punished for it. No offense to you Dr. Krankenhaus, but I guess that’s why I didn’t think psychiatry was a credible profession.

I totally understand, replied Dr.Krankenhaus.

But I will say that since all this craziness has happened to me I understand some of what he must have been going through. The difference between he and I is that God gave me the willingness to try and seek change, and then the opportunity presented itself. It’s been tough to move forward at times, don’t get me wrong, but things could always be worse.

Being mentally ill doesn’t mean your life is over and don’t ever forget that. And also remember that you have an advantage over most people in your situation in that you realize that you are mentally ill. Many people don’t.

I kind of hate to say this, but I hope I can find normal people to hang around with when I get out. My mind needs a rest. It’s not that I don’t like the folks in here. I do. They were instrumental in my recovery, but they can be so mentally taxing at times, said Rommel.

How did they help in your recovery? asked Dr. Krankenhaus.

They gave me something to fight for. Their insanity was something I no longer wanted; the reality they believe in now, the one I once believed in, is incredibly painful. I lived in the spirit world for a long time. It’s a world that has no boundaries. Nothing is for sure, there are no absolutes, nothing is well ...solid, Rommel rapped his knuckles on the table top. You could say I was so spiritual as to be of no earthly good.

You’ve mentioned this before I know, but will you tell us once again in your own words how you changed your thinking so you could be more down to earth as you put it?

"The call to mull over things in my mind again and again was so alluring that at one point it was uncontrollable. I knew that old way of thinking, even though it seemed logical, was taking its toll on me spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically. But, I had come to the point where I didn’t care about changing because I didn’t know a better way of living. I only knew misery and that’s truthfully all I thought I could expect out of life. I believed misery was all I deserved. One day though, when I realized I was going to be locked up for such a long time, I began to care just enough to at least try to recover. And I began to recall that there were sober people in