CHASING HELL - RICHARD CHASE

Come one, come all to the next stop on this carnival of carnage.  So gag that hostage and pay no mind to the pedophile clown to your left.  Grave dig in and put up that cup of blood for our next hell’s handyman, Richard Trenton Chase, in a story that’s eloquently dubbed

 “Chasing Hell’’

Richard Chase, born May 23rd, 1950 was imbued with a gift.  Not a gift for helping people or making money, oh no, but a gift for turning that one detectives stomach so that he violently purges those donuts all over the blood stained hardwood floors.  As with any young boy, Richard spent his nights bed-wetting, ripping open small wounded animals and setting them ablaze, as well as starting various other fires.  Richards decent into insanity steadily increasing visit’s to the wonderful world of Nicotine, Alcohol, LSD and Marijuana dulling whatever senses he had left. While still jacked into a social scene, Richard found a girl-friend but was unable to perform.  This impotence started Richard on a series of doctor visits and institutions.  Like Alice in the rabbit hole, Richard fell through every crack imaginable. No one around Richard wanted to believe what he was turning into and if they did see a glimpse, immediately ran in the other direction, ultimately leading to a deranged man’s psychotic break.  With no one around to act as a voice of reason Richard started diving deeper and deeper into obsession.  Alone, Richard started again to capture, buy, kill and devour innocent animals.  Richard would even disembowel the animals and eat there entrails raw or mix them in a blender for a tasty shake.  Nothing Richard would come into contact with could help him.  Knowing only a nightmare, Richard began to act out every sick and twisted fantasy his ravaged mind could come up with.  Still collecting animals for brunch, Richard found a missing animal poster and called the family telling them every gruesome detail about what he had done to their beloved pet. Not even his mother would go without seeing firsthand, Richard's compulsion with blood and the dead.  One day Richard went to visit his mother with a gift, the gift of a dead cat that he would rip open, smearing the blood over his face and neck, showing it to her like one of satins hounds bringing a present for his master.  Always on the lookout for rawer feed, Richard read the paper and two icons emerged.  Killing not far away from Richard, he could not turn his eyes away from the Hillside Strangler Murders. Richard was done with just animals, he found a new outlet to sink his teeth into, it was time to share his himself with the world, it was time for his madness to bring a nightmare so vivid and real the very inhabitants of heaven would scream with revulsion.  

An overcast sky spread as far as the eye could see on this day in 1978.  A slight rain would continue for most of the day; there was a slight chill in the air that would almost seem accidental.  Theresa Wallin woke up this Saturday morning and dressed accordingly, putting on a sweater and jeans.  Theresa’s husband David had to go to work, so she kissed him and saw him off for another day.  Deciding to clean the home, she started early.  Finally coming to the garbage she unlocked the door and went back to pick up the bag (Grave Mistake).  Little did she know that this day a proximity infatuation from the bowels of hell would ravage her soul and end the life of her three month old, unborn child.  Right around the corner Richard was walking straight to her door just coming from a normal day of lock checking and defecating in various rooms of peoples homes.  Outside the Wallin home Richard stood on the drive-way and put a .22 into the mailbox, mad from the day’s previous attempts to get his demonic ego stroked.  Then Richard proceeded through the wet grass and up the steps to the front door.  Finding the door open Richard took it as an open invitation to embroil its inhabitants.  Almost simultaneously in the span of a few seconds their eyes locked and shot’s rang out, anger ensued Richard, the poor Theresa quickly dropped the bag to protect herself. Theresa quickly put one hand in front of her face and one hand protecting her stomach.  If anyone was around they would have heard the screams and questions eradiating from Theresa but it fell on deaf ears. Richard shoots one through Theresa’s hand and face. Theresa’s body falls to the floor with a look of unbelief and despair.  Still barely alive, Richard finishes Theresa by putting the kill shot square in her temple.  Not being able to contain himself any longer Richard then proceeds to drag the corpse by the arms to the bedroom, the blood already pooled under her smears along the way while a slight copper odor fills the house.  Needing something sharp Richard goes to the kitchen and finds a sizeable knife just asking for gore.  Heading back to the body, Richard picks up an empty yogurt container for his unique style of health food.  Getting back to his corpse bride, Richard, afraid of his blood turning to powder proceeds to drink from the freshly opened wound he had just made with his knife.  Getting very aroused Richard pulls up the sweater over Theresa’s breasts and pulls down her jeans to her ankles and begins to have vaginal and anal sex with the corpse stabbing to his hearts content.  Done with sex, Richard grabs a bucket and starts filling it up with blood to take to the bathroom. Smearing the fresh blood over him Richard begins to bathe in it.  Done with what he came to do, Richard walks out into the back yard and see’s a pile of dog feces and carry’s it back to Theresa’s ravaged body, shoving into her throat and mouth, as one last act of degradation. 

With no one around to stop him, Richard would soon kill again. Six days later, with no time for god to rest, this devil struck again. With no remorse or sanity left, Richard went back to the prowl; the beast was in full effect.   Having digested all the fresh meat, the hunger was voracious.   Richard saw nothing but playthings as he entered the house of Evelyn Miroth, blasting the.22 cal into the heads of his victims as he walked, stalking the residents.  The head shots instantly killed Dan, Jason, David and Evelyn.  Remembering the last time, Richard dragged Evelyn’s corpse to her bed and began shoving a knife inside her anus, over and over again, while drinking her blood from a few cuts he made on her back.  Not being able to help the level of arousal this brought Richard he had ejaculated in Evelyn over six times.  After all Evelyn’s blood had pooled in her abdomen, Richard impaled it spilling all its contents into a bucket, witch he then consumed very rapidly, enjoying every moment.  Felling hungry, Richard proceeded back to David’s body and dragged it to the bathroom and threw it in the tub so he could split open the cranium and devour the grey matter contained within.  Loosing himself in time, Richard heard a knock on the door and quickly picked up David’s body so he could finish back at home.  Getting the keys off Dan, Richard used Dan’s car to transport him and David back to where he would consume even more of the little kid.  Ready for desert, Richard cuts out internal organs from the body and mixes it with blood to make him a shake.  Having all his needs meet, Richard puts the mutilated little boy in a box and dumps him at a nearby church, laughing in the face of god in a sick way only he knew how.  Not being able to show discretion, soon Richard would be caught leaving his apartment.  With the rampage over, Richard did everything he could to cover up his present situation, but with having no shame, he didn’t really care. The investigation at Richards apartment turned up all his blood-soaked equipment including tinfoil rotting organs, Tupperware brains and clotted body shakes. There were still puppy collars left sitting around like mementos. The people versus Richard Trenton Chase went down; Richard was convicted of six murders in the first degree. Life is what Richard wanted and life is what he got.  With no way out, Richard overdosed on pills in prison, he didn’t survive.  Rest in pieces. 

Are there more out there, those hollow onyx eyes staring at you, as black as midnight. A small grin befalls you, the teeth like small hypodermic needles, blood pours down, slowly dripping on the floor. The pale face waits slightly shaking. A question comes into mind, is it staring at you or does it want what’s inside you?  Remember to lock that door or you might see that living, breathing vampire……knock…. knock.