DREAMS OF EVIL
BY
JASON DANIEL COVEY
CHAPTER ONE
I felt the cross cry out to me, the sad echo of a faded white phantom. Pulling over on the side of the
road, I studied the cross. Although I had traveled this quiet country road several times over the last few
weeks, I had never noticed it before tonight.
Like a ghost ship emerging from the fog of an angry sea, the cross was revealed to me. But why now?
What did it mean? I prayed asking the Lord if this was a random event, or if it had some kind of relevance
to my mission this night. My answer came by way of streaking lightning and furious thunder.
I got out of my van and crossed the road, hot rain striking my face. Once close enough to the cross I
bent down before it. A chill swept down my spine as I reached out and felt the slick wood.
I immediately understood why the spilled blood that inspired the cross’s placement drew me to it. This
night I was to hunt and kill a horrible monster, a man that took sick pleasure in the torture and deaths of
numerous young women. This monster’s victims numbered twenty-three. Only one woman had ever
escaped. And from that night to this night – a span of nearly three years – her escape was marked by
this wooden cross.
Images of the woman flooded my mind. I saw her face, felt her pain and her fear. I saw her running for
her life; cut and bleeding, the life pouring out of her. I felt her consciousness fading away until her car
splintered into a million pieces as it struck the tree. The tree that now serves as the foundation for the
white cross.
The monster’s eighth victim may not have died at his hands, but she died because of his influence. As
deadly as a knife into the heart or a bullet to the brain, the panic, the injury, the pain, and his torment of
her – it was the cause of her death. She died because of him. Ironically, she was the lucky one. Twenty-
two died by way of mutilation and butchery.
Tonight the monster planned to slaughter his twenty-fourth victim. Tonight I planned to save her from
that fate by killing him.
I said a prayer over the dead woman’s marker. I prayed for each woman that died at his hands. The
blood of each victim screamed out for vengeance. Tonight they would have it. Justice had yet to find the
monster. Tonight it would.
Tonight I would make sure that he never killed again.
CHAPTER TWO
There are purely evil people living among the righteous; people who do evil things for the sake of evil
itself. There are people who cause pain and misery to others because serving and satisfying evil is their
purpose. Without exception such evil people serve the purposes of the Dark Lord. They may not directly
worship Satan, but they further his purpose – that is, to bring chaos and deception into the world.
But, for every action there is a reaction. The world becomes imbalanced because the righteous are
victimized and oppressed by evil. I believe that I am the instrument that God uses to balance injustice.
For the past three weeks I have seen the events of this night unfold in my dreams. I have seen the
monster kidnap, torture, and kill a beautiful young girl; a girl who does not deserve such a horrible fate.
Through my dreams I have learned the identity of the monster and the location where he lives and
operates. I have learned the time schedule that he planned for this night. I know what he hopes to do –
and, I know how to stop him.
Earlier this evening, at the same time that the monster was loading the back of his truck with the
unconscious body of his victim, I began to prepare myself. As with every other past mission, my routine
never falters.
I started with prayer. I prayed that God give me strength to successfully save the innocent. That God
would keep me safe from evil. And that God would always remain near to me. Next I tied my hair back
and began what I have come to call my moving mediation. I dress in all black and arm myself with only a
revolver and a bowie knife. During that time I am completely focused on my mission.
I immerse myself in the seriousness of the battle I am about to engage in. It is just one more battle in
the war between good and evil, and evil will ultimately lose regardless of what I do, but I would hate to
have failure associated with my efforts. Not so much for my own ego’s sake, but more importantly
because a life hangs in the balance.
This night, as I completed my preparation and meditation by putting on my oilskin duster and hat, I
thought of nothing else but the innocent young girl that would suffer if I did not save her. Through my
dreams I felt her terror and heard her pleas for help. I knew of the constant prayers her faith allowed her.
She continued to trust that God would help her. I was how He planed to help.
The rain had let up and the full moon began to show from behind the streaking thunderclouds. Less
than a mile from the cross I came up to the monster’s driveway.
It was time.
CHAPTER THREE
With the van lights blacked-out I pulled into the long gravel driveway. The house was about a hundred
yards removed from the road. Massive oak trees, manicured shrubs and perennials, along with a redwood
cattle fence lined the driveway. I pulled up to the house and parked. I wasn’t worried about being
discovered, I knew that my prey was occupied.
I got out of the van and began to walk around the house. Just as the life of this psychotic was a ruse,
the outward appearance a clever disguise to hide the true nature of the evil underneath, the large two
story house fit that mold. It was a two story country-style rambler, multi-color brick lining the bottom
quarter of the house giving way to shingle siding painted a warm shade of yellow, complete with white
decorative trim. It was perfectly maintained; a beautiful picture of what an ideal country home should be
like.
Coming around to the back of the house I headed for the barn. The humidity weighed on me and I
realized that the night was unusually still. It was as if all of creation held its breath in anticipation.
At the entrance into the barn I stepped inside and began walking to the rear of the structure. The smell
of wet hay, leather, and animal waste assaulted my senses. Most light seemed to be sucked into vast,
deep shadows. There was an exception: The last horse stall at the far end of the barn. From that point
soft light emanated.
The horses made quiet noises as I walked past. I came upon the last stall and found a trap door in the
floor that was partially open. Stacked next to the door I saw several two-by-four boards and a pile of
hay. A covering to hide the trap door. Neatly folded clothes were placed on the top of the boards.
They were woman’s clothes.
They were her clothes.
Carefully I took hold of the trap door and pulled it open. I worried that the door might squeak and give
away my presence. The Lord was with me though, as the door opened silently.
Leading down from the trap door was a metal flight of stairs. I stood still, trying to sense the location
and movement of the people in the room below. After a moment I felt that there were two people in the
room, but I could not see anything from where I was. I had to descend.
I stayed low and moved slow. About half way down the stairs I stopped. I could now see into most of
the room. I saw the monster preparing his victim.
CHAPTER FOUR
The room had been constructed with obvious care and meticulous craftsmanship. It was about fifteen
feet wide by thirty feet long. The entire room – all walls, floors, and ceilings – were covered with ivory
white tile. At the far end of the room there were metal mechanics cabinets and tool drawers. Several
banks of florescent lights hung close to the ceiling. In the middle of the floor there was a large drain with
a water facet on the far wall. No doubt for the ease of washing blood out of the room.
Past the bottom of the stairs I saw the girl. She was crying and naked, strapped to a chair. But, this
was no ordinary chair. It was specifically built for the purpose of torture. The chair forced the occupant to
sit straight up, almost standing. Wide, flat rails were the arms and legs of this chair, so that the victim’s
arms and legs could be strapped down and spread apart at the same time.
The monster walked to an area of the room that I could not easily see. He soon returned, pushing an
auto mechanic’s tool chest. After he positioned the tool chest beside the chair he opened the bottom
drawer. The monster began to take off all of his clothes, neatly folding them as he placed them inside.
He was a large man, probably around six feet four inches tall and two hundred eighty pounds. He was a
good two inches taller than me and outweighed my by fifty pounds. Even though he had allowed himself
to go to fat, I could tell that he was incredibly strong. He was frightening to his victim’s, a powerful man
against the weak - but, he was no match for me.
Once naked the monster stroked the girl’s hair. Her crying turned to sobbing. From the top of the tool
chest he removed something leather. Light gleamed off of all the stainless steel that was hidden beneath
the leather covering – except it was not a cover, but a large leather apron that he put on.
The monster whispered something to the girl. He tried to lift her chin up, but she moved her head
away. The monster slapped the girl and forced her head up. From the top of his tool chest he took a wad
of steel wool and forced it into her mouth. He wrapped her mouth with duct tape. He laughed and then
spoke loud enough that I could hear him.
“My dear, I have such fun planned for us.”
Tears ran down her face and she began to hyperventilate.
“I am sorry for having to gag you, but I felt it necessary. Oh, please do not get the wrong impression;
there is no one around for miles.” The monster laughed. “You could have screamed at the top of your
lungs and I would not be worried about us being discovered. It’s just that I find screaming quite
distracting.”
The monster retrieved a scalpel from the tool chest. He held it up close to her eyes.
“Just because I don’t want to hear you scream doesn’t mean I don’t want your participation. You see –
oh, and you will see – I want you to see everything that I do to you. That is why I will begin our special
night together by cutting off your eyelids.”
The monster moved the scalpel toward her.
“Don’t worry, my dear, the blood won’t cloud your vision too long. I will superglue your wounds shut. I
want you to have an unobstructed view as I take my time cutting you apart.”
The monster held her head back, the scalpel ready to cut. I was already moving down the stairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
From the bottom of the stairs I rushed him. Shocked, the monster turned just as I launched into him. I
hit him with my shoulder and sent him flying across the room.
Full of rage, the monster got up. He reached into a pocket on the front of his apron and pulled out a
large knife. He came at me, slashing straight down. I ducked under the knife and bobbed to my left. I
drove a right leg roundhouse kick deep into the side of his chest. The steel-toe of my boot cracked
numerous ribs.
In the blink of an eye I struck him with a right straight punch, a left cross, and a right hook. He
stumbled back just as I shuffled toward him, connecting with a side kick to his chest that sent him
crashing into the wall.
The monster collapsed to the floor. I walked over to him and pulled him up of the floor by his neck. I
took several steps and then threw him across the room.
Quickly I went to the torture chair. I took the tape off of the girl’s face and pulled the steel wool out of
her mouth. I took her face in my hands and met her eyes with mine.
“Sarah, the Lord God has heard your cries for help. I have been sent here to help you. You will be all
right. This man will not harm you.”
Suddenly a tingle ran down my spine. I spun around drawing my revolver. The monster had gotten up
and was rushing me with the knife. My senses provided me adequate time to react. I shot him before he
came within five feet of me.
The monster’s right shoulder disintegrated into a cloud of blood and hamburger, the force of the bullet
knocking him to the ground. He screamed out in pain.
I turned back to Sarah and holstered my gun. I removed my bowie knife and cut the nylon ties that
bound her to the chair.
“Sarah, listen to me and do exactly as I say. You are safe now. Go up these stairs. Your clothes are
next to the trap door. Pick them up and then go straight to the house. Go in through the back door, it is
unlocked, and into the kitchen. There is a phone in the kitchen. Call the police. Do you understand me?”
Sarah stared at me crying. I wiped away her tears.
“Sarah, please, you will be all right, I promise. Now, do as I say.”
Unbelieving at first, Sarah finally nodded. I helped her off of the chair and over to the stairs. She began
to climb, picking up speed with each steep. At the top of the stairs she looked back at me. I thought I
saw the slightest smile before she disappeared into the darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
With Sarah now safe I turned my attention back to the monster. He had once again managed to get up
off of the floor. His right arm hung limp, blood gushing from the bullet wound. With his left hand he had
reacquired the knife. Holding it in an ice-pick grip he lunged at me weakly.
I again dodged his attack. I blocked the knife hand with my left hand and circled down in a
counterclockwise motion. I trapped his arm and stretched it out into an arm bar. I drew my bowie knife
and slashed upward cutting deep into his belly through the leather. In a continuous motion I brought the
knife down and detached his left arm at the elbow. The monster fell to the ground screaming more loudly
than before.
“Maybe this time you’ll stay down,” I said.
I wiped the blood off of my knife and placed it back into the sheath. The monster writhed across the
floor. I walked over to him and used my boot to turn him over on his back.
“I am so tempted to strap you to your torture chair and let you have a taste of your own medicine.
But, I am not sick like you. It’s not my job to punish you for your sins. Besides, I know that in just a
moment you will be spending eternity in hell. That’s punishment enough.”
I pulled out my revolver and took aim at his skull.
“Enjoy hell, you’ve earned it.”
With that I pulled the trigger and splattered his brains throughout his carefully crafted tile room.
BY
JASON DANIEL COVEY
CHAPTER ONE
I felt the cross cry out to me, the sad echo of a faded white phantom. Pulling over on the side of the
road, I studied the cross. Although I had traveled this quiet country road several times over the last few
weeks, I had never noticed it before tonight.
Like a ghost ship emerging from the fog of an angry sea, the cross was revealed to me. But why now?
What did it mean? I prayed asking the Lord if this was a random event, or if it had some kind of relevance
to my mission this night. My answer came by way of streaking lightning and furious thunder.
I got out of my van and crossed the road, hot rain striking my face. Once close enough to the cross I
bent down before it. A chill swept down my spine as I reached out and felt the slick wood.
I immediately understood why the spilled blood that inspired the cross’s placement drew me to it. This
night I was to hunt and kill a horrible monster, a man that took sick pleasure in the torture and deaths of
numerous young women. This monster’s victims numbered twenty-three. Only one woman had ever
escaped. And from that night to this night – a span of nearly three years – her escape was marked by
this wooden cross.
Images of the woman flooded my mind. I saw her face, felt her pain and her fear. I saw her running for
her life; cut and bleeding, the life pouring out of her. I felt her consciousness fading away until her car
splintered into a million pieces as it struck the tree. The tree that now serves as the foundation for the
white cross.
The monster’s eighth victim may not have died at his hands, but she died because of his influence. As
deadly as a knife into the heart or a bullet to the brain, the panic, the injury, the pain, and his torment of
her – it was the cause of her death. She died because of him. Ironically, she was the lucky one. Twenty-
two died by way of mutilation and butchery.
Tonight the monster planned to slaughter his twenty-fourth victim. Tonight I planned to save her from
that fate by killing him.
I said a prayer over the dead woman’s marker. I prayed for each woman that died at his hands. The
blood of each victim screamed out for vengeance. Tonight they would have it. Justice had yet to find the
monster. Tonight it would.
Tonight I would make sure that he never killed again.
CHAPTER TWO
There are purely evil people living among the righteous; people who do evil things for the sake of evil
itself. There are people who cause pain and misery to others because serving and satisfying evil is their
purpose. Without exception such evil people serve the purposes of the Dark Lord. They may not directly
worship Satan, but they further his purpose – that is, to bring chaos and deception into the world.
But, for every action there is a reaction. The world becomes imbalanced because the righteous are
victimized and oppressed by evil. I believe that I am the instrument that God uses to balance injustice.
For the past three weeks I have seen the events of this night unfold in my dreams. I have seen the
monster kidnap, torture, and kill a beautiful young girl; a girl who does not deserve such a horrible fate.
Through my dreams I have learned the identity of the monster and the location where he lives and
operates. I have learned the time schedule that he planned for this night. I know what he hopes to do –
and, I know how to stop him.
Earlier this evening, at the same time that the monster was loading the back of his truck with the
unconscious body of his victim, I began to prepare myself. As with every other past mission, my routine
never falters.
I started with prayer. I prayed that God give me strength to successfully save the innocent. That God
would keep me safe from evil. And that God would always remain near to me. Next I tied my hair back
and began what I have come to call my moving mediation. I dress in all black and arm myself with only a
revolver and a bowie knife. During that time I am completely focused on my mission.
I immerse myself in the seriousness of the battle I am about to engage in. It is just one more battle in
the war between good and evil, and evil will ultimately lose regardless of what I do, but I would hate to
have failure associated with my efforts. Not so much for my own ego’s sake, but more importantly
because a life hangs in the balance.
This night, as I completed my preparation and meditation by putting on my oilskin duster and hat, I
thought of nothing else but the innocent young girl that would suffer if I did not save her. Through my
dreams I felt her terror and heard her pleas for help. I knew of the constant prayers her faith allowed her.
She continued to trust that God would help her. I was how He planed to help.
The rain had let up and the full moon began to show from behind the streaking thunderclouds. Less
than a mile from the cross I came up to the monster’s driveway.
It was time.
CHAPTER THREE
With the van lights blacked-out I pulled into the long gravel driveway. The house was about a hundred
yards removed from the road. Massive oak trees, manicured shrubs and perennials, along with a redwood
cattle fence lined the driveway. I pulled up to the house and parked. I wasn’t worried about being
discovered, I knew that my prey was occupied.
I got out of the van and began to walk around the house. Just as the life of this psychotic was a ruse,
the outward appearance a clever disguise to hide the true nature of the evil underneath, the large two
story house fit that mold. It was a two story country-style rambler, multi-color brick lining the bottom
quarter of the house giving way to shingle siding painted a warm shade of yellow, complete with white
decorative trim. It was perfectly maintained; a beautiful picture of what an ideal country home should be
like.
Coming around to the back of the house I headed for the barn. The humidity weighed on me and I
realized that the night was unusually still. It was as if all of creation held its breath in anticipation.
At the entrance into the barn I stepped inside and began walking to the rear of the structure. The smell
of wet hay, leather, and animal waste assaulted my senses. Most light seemed to be sucked into vast,
deep shadows. There was an exception: The last horse stall at the far end of the barn. From that point
soft light emanated.
The horses made quiet noises as I walked past. I came upon the last stall and found a trap door in the
floor that was partially open. Stacked next to the door I saw several two-by-four boards and a pile of
hay. A covering to hide the trap door. Neatly folded clothes were placed on the top of the boards.
They were woman’s clothes.
They were her clothes.
Carefully I took hold of the trap door and pulled it open. I worried that the door might squeak and give
away my presence. The Lord was with me though, as the door opened silently.
Leading down from the trap door was a metal flight of stairs. I stood still, trying to sense the location
and movement of the people in the room below. After a moment I felt that there were two people in the
room, but I could not see anything from where I was. I had to descend.
I stayed low and moved slow. About half way down the stairs I stopped. I could now see into most of
the room. I saw the monster preparing his victim.
CHAPTER FOUR
The room had been constructed with obvious care and meticulous craftsmanship. It was about fifteen
feet wide by thirty feet long. The entire room – all walls, floors, and ceilings – were covered with ivory
white tile. At the far end of the room there were metal mechanics cabinets and tool drawers. Several
banks of florescent lights hung close to the ceiling. In the middle of the floor there was a large drain with
a water facet on the far wall. No doubt for the ease of washing blood out of the room.
Past the bottom of the stairs I saw the girl. She was crying and naked, strapped to a chair. But, this
was no ordinary chair. It was specifically built for the purpose of torture. The chair forced the occupant to
sit straight up, almost standing. Wide, flat rails were the arms and legs of this chair, so that the victim’s
arms and legs could be strapped down and spread apart at the same time.
The monster walked to an area of the room that I could not easily see. He soon returned, pushing an
auto mechanic’s tool chest. After he positioned the tool chest beside the chair he opened the bottom
drawer. The monster began to take off all of his clothes, neatly folding them as he placed them inside.
He was a large man, probably around six feet four inches tall and two hundred eighty pounds. He was a
good two inches taller than me and outweighed my by fifty pounds. Even though he had allowed himself
to go to fat, I could tell that he was incredibly strong. He was frightening to his victim’s, a powerful man
against the weak - but, he was no match for me.
Once naked the monster stroked the girl’s hair. Her crying turned to sobbing. From the top of the tool
chest he removed something leather. Light gleamed off of all the stainless steel that was hidden beneath
the leather covering – except it was not a cover, but a large leather apron that he put on.
The monster whispered something to the girl. He tried to lift her chin up, but she moved her head
away. The monster slapped the girl and forced her head up. From the top of his tool chest he took a wad
of steel wool and forced it into her mouth. He wrapped her mouth with duct tape. He laughed and then
spoke loud enough that I could hear him.
“My dear, I have such fun planned for us.”
Tears ran down her face and she began to hyperventilate.
“I am sorry for having to gag you, but I felt it necessary. Oh, please do not get the wrong impression;
there is no one around for miles.” The monster laughed. “You could have screamed at the top of your
lungs and I would not be worried about us being discovered. It’s just that I find screaming quite
distracting.”
The monster retrieved a scalpel from the tool chest. He held it up close to her eyes.
“Just because I don’t want to hear you scream doesn’t mean I don’t want your participation. You see –
oh, and you will see – I want you to see everything that I do to you. That is why I will begin our special
night together by cutting off your eyelids.”
The monster moved the scalpel toward her.
“Don’t worry, my dear, the blood won’t cloud your vision too long. I will superglue your wounds shut. I
want you to have an unobstructed view as I take my time cutting you apart.”
The monster held her head back, the scalpel ready to cut. I was already moving down the stairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
From the bottom of the stairs I rushed him. Shocked, the monster turned just as I launched into him. I
hit him with my shoulder and sent him flying across the room.
Full of rage, the monster got up. He reached into a pocket on the front of his apron and pulled out a
large knife. He came at me, slashing straight down. I ducked under the knife and bobbed to my left. I
drove a right leg roundhouse kick deep into the side of his chest. The steel-toe of my boot cracked
numerous ribs.
In the blink of an eye I struck him with a right straight punch, a left cross, and a right hook. He
stumbled back just as I shuffled toward him, connecting with a side kick to his chest that sent him
crashing into the wall.
The monster collapsed to the floor. I walked over to him and pulled him up of the floor by his neck. I
took several steps and then threw him across the room.
Quickly I went to the torture chair. I took the tape off of the girl’s face and pulled the steel wool out of
her mouth. I took her face in my hands and met her eyes with mine.
“Sarah, the Lord God has heard your cries for help. I have been sent here to help you. You will be all
right. This man will not harm you.”
Suddenly a tingle ran down my spine. I spun around drawing my revolver. The monster had gotten up
and was rushing me with the knife. My senses provided me adequate time to react. I shot him before he
came within five feet of me.
The monster’s right shoulder disintegrated into a cloud of blood and hamburger, the force of the bullet
knocking him to the ground. He screamed out in pain.
I turned back to Sarah and holstered my gun. I removed my bowie knife and cut the nylon ties that
bound her to the chair.
“Sarah, listen to me and do exactly as I say. You are safe now. Go up these stairs. Your clothes are
next to the trap door. Pick them up and then go straight to the house. Go in through the back door, it is
unlocked, and into the kitchen. There is a phone in the kitchen. Call the police. Do you understand me?”
Sarah stared at me crying. I wiped away her tears.
“Sarah, please, you will be all right, I promise. Now, do as I say.”
Unbelieving at first, Sarah finally nodded. I helped her off of the chair and over to the stairs. She began
to climb, picking up speed with each steep. At the top of the stairs she looked back at me. I thought I
saw the slightest smile before she disappeared into the darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
With Sarah now safe I turned my attention back to the monster. He had once again managed to get up
off of the floor. His right arm hung limp, blood gushing from the bullet wound. With his left hand he had
reacquired the knife. Holding it in an ice-pick grip he lunged at me weakly.
I again dodged his attack. I blocked the knife hand with my left hand and circled down in a
counterclockwise motion. I trapped his arm and stretched it out into an arm bar. I drew my bowie knife
and slashed upward cutting deep into his belly through the leather. In a continuous motion I brought the
knife down and detached his left arm at the elbow. The monster fell to the ground screaming more loudly
than before.
“Maybe this time you’ll stay down,” I said.
I wiped the blood off of my knife and placed it back into the sheath. The monster writhed across the
floor. I walked over to him and used my boot to turn him over on his back.
“I am so tempted to strap you to your torture chair and let you have a taste of your own medicine.
But, I am not sick like you. It’s not my job to punish you for your sins. Besides, I know that in just a
moment you will be spending eternity in hell. That’s punishment enough.”
I pulled out my revolver and took aim at his skull.
“Enjoy hell, you’ve earned it.”
With that I pulled the trigger and splattered his brains throughout his carefully crafted tile room.
