[Intro]
This...is a tale none other or the likes of. Pure Evil. More than just the three faces of evil which are known by, criminal evil, insane evil, and evil of innocense. Them combined by something much more worse than the word "evil" can explain. This is pure horror. Pure terror. There are no previous recordings like this within the world we now know today in this morbid cruel cold world. This is the tale of what was sought out to be a ordinary human bein but much different to the likes of, and changed the world to this day as we know it. This is the story of Trevor John Micheals.
[Chapter 1: My World]
Trevor John Micheals,at 11:10 AM, was Born not far off from the city of Pittsburgh, PA in a rural suburb in Westmoreland Regional Hospital. Seemed average to the eye by doctors and parents Travis and Renee Micheals. But was not all well. In the Afterbirth, Renee Micheals was feeling very ill and no doctors could figure out what was wrong with her. Hospitalized for days while Travis and Trevor were at home having their struggles. Doctors would suscribe medications believed to have worked but later went into emergencys due to comatose by overdose, even though meds were responsibly taken. Every medical procedure was used but every result turned out normal and even psychiatrists examined her but found nothing more than the normal depression of birth. It wasn't till soon after that she was released as no more symptoms and diagnostics were taken. It was like a invisible virus has afffected her in a way because after that day she was not the same. It was there then it was gone. Many years later passed and Trevor was about 6 years old. At home all seemed well until Travis started to experiment with drugs and soon that spread to Renee. Renee became addicted to Crack Rock-Cocain and Alchohole. Her main drugs of choice. While Travis lost his job as a factory worker who became a lowlife who had gotten his family evicted. With no place to go, the family lived on the streets of the ghettos. Renee became a stripper to support the family while Travis looked for a home for the three of them. With little luck the found a run down condemed building after moving plave to place. It wasnt ideal and nothing much but with no welfare and the struggle to survive, that was the only choice they had. And during that time of no insurance or security, life only seemed to get worse. The family wasn't very religeous or spiritual, and had no supprt, not from any God, if there is one. But Trevor started to show signs of change, not normal change of that a little boy would go through. Trevor started to get more violent. Little did his parents know that he seen violence while doin what they would do. Mommy and Daddy left him alone when looking for a house, working, and doing drugs and drinkin. Trevor would wonder off. He seemed to believe that violence was right. Trevor was witnessing murders at near 6 years old. His parents never realized this. Little did they know theyre bad parenting effected him to. Through his eyes, Trevor seem mommy and daddy arguing, Trevor seen them fight, witnessing the foul language and daddy hitting his mommy. Every little thing phased Trevor and that took its toll. Trevors parents believed that he was possessed but had no way to determine what was true as much as they did not wasnt to believe what they thought. The thought was ignored and in life they progressed. Life got a little better, but the drugs, alchohole and violence didn't change. The only thing that hadn't changed...was Trevor, he only got worse.
Trevor, growing angry and emotional, became manic. He did not care for the lives of other, not so called friends, not family, not himself. He was willing to take his own life, but there was something inside of him that would not let him. There was a voice telling him no to do it. What was the wait? The hesitation? The more that Trevor would feel emotion, show emotion, that voice got stronger and stronger and spoke loud and clear to him. In his dreams, it would tell him to kill, and murder them. Murder who? But awake would not let him kill himself. But there was one day that Trevor ignored the voice and followed his dream....
AFter the hell that the family been through, Travis and Renee started to believe more in a God, but Trevor refused to go to church. It came to that point in time, known as Mischief day, then Devil's Night. But that day, before church, Travis and Renee were getting ready and moments before they left the house, they approached him, but were puzzled to see that he was dressed in a white suit as if he was going too. He said he "Im gonna make a late arrival". So they told Trevor to stay out of trouble and that they'll be back soon....sooner than they ever expected. They walked out to the car to see their tires slashed. The go back into the house to make a couple phone calls. Pick up the phone, no dial tone. Hit switches, no power. went for the door, and it was locked with Trevor in front of the door. He chased them through the house, which happened to be a few shy miles from the closest town. Trevor took his father Mossberg and shot his fathers kneecaps out and tied him to a chair while his mother was tryin to make a escape throught the back fields of their house. He took the gun and with one chance to the shot of a lifetime and got her in the back. She was still alive as he drug her back to the house. He drug his mother into the room where he tied his father up and grabbed a blunt kitchen knife and stabbed his mother 9 times throughout her body, then sliced her throat in front of his father. Then he took the gun and shot his father in the chest. Both Died very quick short after.
It wasn't until about a hour later that Trevor showed up in church, wearing a Bloody White suit draggin 2 body's with the words "Happy Halloween" carved into the bodies and jack-o-lanterns on their heads.
Trevor was admitted to an Insane Asylum not far off from his town where he lived. Trevor has been in that asylum for 4 years. The asylum had many troubles with Trevor. Many times had he had to be restrained and put on sedatives. Many times has he had to wear a muzzle and straight jacket for leaving markings and makin necromatic enchanments and toungues of incatation rituals. The Asylum had some weird happening with his stay there, as he would disappear for his padded cell, residents and staff goin missing with no bodies to be found, the air getting cold, lights would flicker, and every channel would go in and out between white noise and the newscast on his parents murders. Psychiatrists refused to see him after his diagnostics of manic depression and being a intellectual sociopth. Trevor, laying on the fine line of Genious and Insanity. Is he a madman, or is the inner workings of his mind more than he could handle or anybody else could understand? Nobody could see the world like he does, no matter how close their views were to him or anybody else. Or was he simply both? Against the beliefs of society, that is very possible and most likely true. many years passed, through shock treatment, padded walls and floors, torture, screaming, nightmears, white sheets, barred windows, no light and pale skin.
The thing that was once just a voice to him years ago, is more than just a voice. 4 years is a long time, and the voice wnated to be heard. It calls out in vexed distortion. It is a 2nd formed personality, made out of Trevor's emotion's.
And then came the day, Trevor would leave the asylum. September 9, 2009. He could not handle this voice anymore, so while having a seizure, staff came in the room to sedate him, and before they could inject him, he turned. Eyes glowed red and he killed the staff, then went back to normal. He ran and ran through the halls and stairs of the asylum. He came across a security guard the approached him, and Trevor fooled him and killed him and took his gun and escaped. Trevor ran for miles to get away from the asylum and put a end to the voice. He made his way through this haunted graveyard, where a flooded town once stood which was said to be cursed by the witch that was buried alive. And Trevor came across the withces grave. This personality was callin out to trevor and did not stop him from wanting to commit suicide. He contemplated it all the time but could not bring himself to do it. And there stands Trevor, screaming in the midst of that cold foggy night. Then there was a moment of time, he switched and he said a name. "Khaoz" and trevor starts screaming "KHAOZ!" and he's half and half and the gun's at his head.
The gravekeeper buried his body alone in the woods over fromer pagan burial grounds. The case on Trevor John Micheals was closed, due to the fact, that records of Trevor were recorded in th asylum, from his arrival until his escape, and evidence of his diagnostics and the fact of all the strange happens during his stay, but they stopped after his escape. Investigators closed the case due to the fact that they could not declare it homicide or suicide because of the discovery of his 2nd personality. Soon after, the asylum was shut down, condemed and considered haunted and his tale was told among people, and ass a scary bedtime story for the little children.
A Month later and 22 days....
on Halloween night, he was ressurected. A half rotten body with a black mist and redish glowing eyes, came from withouth the dirt of the earth. Resembling Trevor, but was it? He stood large to a person who has rejected him. A girl, with greenish eyes and trinkets. He ignored her, and his body drifted with the wind in sketchy eched movements torwards the cemetary. That girl, called a name. She called out "Trevor!" there was no reply. She called again and no reply. Then she screamed a name with horror. "Khaoz!" Before the blinked and took another breathe, Khaoz was in her face, growling with an intense evil tone.
He Made his way back through the woods to the cemetary only to pass the witches with a empty wooden coffin and mountain of dirt. This girl followed him as he made his way into a directin she wasn't familiar with. She wasn't too far behind him, but a couple miles later, she seen him enter a run down and vandalized building. It was the asylum he escaped jus the last month. She followed him and entered the main building, standin in the main entetrance hall, which looked like a mansion. Khaoz was nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen. She cried out his name in vein "Khaoz!"
She heard a demonic scream (Like a "RRRRAAAAGGGHHHH") and the place went up in flames and heard a replied voice saying "Welcome to The Howse....."
