The Joker Killer (Is there a Killer Gene) (C) 2018 excerpt from The House Of Bachuss Chapter 4: (Causes and Conditions)

Years ago, he had walked into a movie theater, in Atlanta Georgia, during a Batman movie with an assault rifle. He opened fire, killing over forty people. He tried to get off on an insanity plea. Over the years, he has been the subject of documentary films and books. Before the murders he was an honor student at Oglethorpe. He was on an internship studying Temporal Illusions, as it relates to space and time. Many psychologists have speculated the internship pushed Helms over the edge…

At first, people were cheering. They thought the guy, dressed like Joker, firing the firearm was part of the show. Until, a lady in the front row screamed, “I BEEN SHOT!” The terror spread in seconds.

“…at that moment, something inside of me came alive. I was one with the god inside of me,” he told the people in the court. “It had to be subconscious,” he thought to himself as his eyes were immediately drawn to the family members of the slain. He sensed anger, fear, and sadness too. It excited him.

Then the court appointed psychologist came forward, “Mr. Helms, at what age did the shadows talk to you.” …and he remembered the cues that he had practiced in his cell hundreds of times a day. He started quivering his lips, and crying, “I was five years old when the shadow people came for me. I would see them everywhere.  The more I tried to ignore them the more they came.

Television News:

“In three hours at approximately 2:01 am,Julius Helms, also known as The Joker Killer will be executed by the electric chair. Almost a decade ago, Helms walked into a movie theater, in Atlanta Georgia, during a Batman movie with an assault rifle. He opened fire, killing over forty people. He tried to get off on an insanity plea. Over the years, he has been the subject of documentary films and books. Before the murders he was an honor student at Oglethorpe. He was on an internship studying Temporal Illusions, as it relates to space and time. Many psychologists have speculated the internship pushed Helms over the edge…”

Due to being drunk at work, Henry Howard Helms went from employee to patient at The House Of Baghhk-ooze. Henry Howard Helms was put in a cell so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. This was his first phase of treatment. 

A relative of his, Julius Helms, was being executed. Julius visits Henry.

Then he noticed “The Shadows Will Come To Take The Light,” a voice echoed in the dark room to Henry Howard Helms. It echoed in  the darkness like an announcement on a speaker system. “WHO IS HERE?!” Howard asked screaming.                                             

 “Hello Henry.” Henry’s eyes dilated in the darkness, “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! WHERE ARE YOU!”

“Don’t worry I am here to show you the way.”

Then he was face to face with Julius Helms. Julius’ face totally white. Around Julius’ body shined white too that fading out. He was dressed in his prison issue clothing.

“The devil’s got plans for you Henry. God’s gonna allow it too; so he can do his plan. He’s granted me power to astral project myself onto different planes of existence. As my body dies I don’t have much time left now.”

Julius’ body began twitch not even a second after the lever was pulled to the electric chair he was sitting in. Blood poured out of his mouth further dampening the sponge the was in his mouth. Blood also came from his eyes bubbling through the thick tape that was over his eyes.

“The devil’s got plans for you, Henry. God’s gonna allow it too so he can do his grand thing. God’s granted me to project myself on an astral plane as my body dies I don’t have much time left now.” 

 “I may never get out of here?” Henry Howard Helms cried. The air he breathed fogged because the temperature of the room was dropping. He began to shake uncontrollably.

“I’ll give you the strength. You are my escape from hell. I have so much to give you. When you get out of this room everything will make sense. You will know what to do. Will you give of yourself to…” Julius words began to get of low tone. He was talking in tongues.

“Yes, I do.” Henry Howard Helms answered desperately.

Julius voice went back to normal, “Then bow down to me.”

Henry Howard Helms got on his knees, stared up at Julius’ face.

“Bow your head,”  Then Julius touched that  spot on Howard’s Head. It is the infants soft spot.

On the electric chair, Julius’ body started twitching and blood poured out of the sponge crammed in his mouth.

Hours later:

“Is this The House of Baghck-ooooze?” Once again his drunkenness caused him to say the House’s name correctly. The accidental tourist had called the number by a command on his cell phone

He drunkenly said, “Baghk-ooze” instead of Back-uss. The House’s number came up.

 It’s a telephone line that usually can only be reached by going through a series of

algorithmic mazes.

Thus his smart phone’s gps lead him to a side door.

The door closes behind him.

Then the tourist started having a memory that was Julius’. The memory of the door when it closed. Julius insisted to walk to the chair alone. It was his last living act of dignity.

Howard smiled gleefully. For once, he could do what he had wanted to do. read here to see what happened

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