T
he big man is not
happy. No, scratch
that. The big man is
livid. Apoplectic. As
he stares at me from
the screen on my cell phone,
I can see his eyes bugging
out of their sockets, his face
contorted in a mask of rage.
Veins stand out on the side of
his neck. As he bellows, flecks
of spittle occasionally fly from
his lips.It’s fair to say that Brad
Klinge is pissed off.Now, don’t get me wrong:
catch him on any ordinary
day, and the bear-like Texan
is an absolute delight, with an
infectious laugh and a puckish
sense of humour.Today is no ordinary day.
“You weaselly, pathetic,
pitiful, limp-dicked little turd-
maggot—”The string of invective
goes on and on. For sheer
inventiveness, I have never
heard its like. As an exercise in
foul-mouthed rhetoric, it was a
truly impressive performance,
comparable only to that of
esteemed actor (and U.S.
Marine Corps Drill Instructor)
R. Lee Ermey, in the movie
Full Metal Jacket. Not once
did I hear Brad repeat himself
during what turned out to be a
tirade, all of it directed at the
man he had come to regard
as something of a personal
nemesis: none other than thenotorious serial killer, John
Wayne Gacy.“—perverted piece of filth—”The torrent of words goes
on and on. I, for my part, am
standing alone on top of
a rickety catwalk, high up
above what had once been the
auditorium of a movie theater
in small-town Illinois. With
the lights switched off, the
cavernous room is completely
pitch-black, illuminated only by
the glowing light of my phone’s
screen.Brad’s booming roar echoes
from the metal walls, insulting
Gacy, taunting him, daring him
to come out of hiding...daring
him to come out and get me.Richard Estep’s STEP BY ESTEP GUIDE TO THE PARANORMAL!!!
“John Wayne Gacy,
YOU MISERABLE
LITTLE PERV!”
By Richard Estep