Russell Williams was a career criminal. He had been incarcerated seven times for petty theft, burglary, assault, and other various felonies. He had spent all of twenty years in and out, and in, and back out of prison. Now at forty, he had to begin his life over once again. Newly released to the streets again, Russell was trying to figure out what he would do to earn money. Times were tough, people with no criminal record were unemployed and Russell knew he had a hard road ahead. Although he was given some money when he left prison, he knew it would not carry him very long. Whatever he had to do, it had to be soon. Today, Russell decided he would canvas Main Street looking for work. Russell worked his way from store to store until lunch. As he stopped at a deli to grab a bite to eat, he noticed the help wanted sign in the window. Russell went to the owner and asked if he could apply for the job. With a grunt the owner handed him an application. After 15 minutes, Russell returned the application to the owner. The owner looked through the application and kept looking back a Russell without saying a word. Finally the owner stared deeply at Russell and asked. “Ain’t you that guy who mugged an old lady down on South Street a few years ago?” Russell was startled. He thought, “How does this dude remember that?” After a couple of tense minutes Russell said, “Yeah, I was stupid then. I paid the price and now I’m trying to get my life back together.” “Well,” the owner said. “You ain’t paid squat yet.” “You ain’t getting your life back together in my place.” “That was my mother you mugged.” “Now get the Hell outta my place for I go get my gun.” Russell didn’t want any trouble so he jumped up and beat it out the door. “Damn,” he said. ” I knew I should probably start in another town, and not anywhere I committed any crimes.”
Russell continued to put in applications all around Main Street to no avail. Seems the deli owner spread the news that he was applying for jobs, so many of the shop keepers wouldn’t even take his application. Weeks passed by and Russell was starting to get desperate. Word had spread all over town that Russell was out of prison and trying to get employment. No one wanted him around and figured that if he couldn’t get work, maybe he would leave town. Russell found himself more and more isolated. People that would talk to him in bars and restaurants now would look the other way, or leave when he came in. What little money he had left was about to go to his rent. He would not even have enough for food. He knew he didn’t even have enough money to leave town and start somewhere else. He was in a bind. “Well” Russell said. “If these people want to treat me as a criminal, then I’m gonna give them what they ask for!” This was the turning point for Russell. If he couldn’t get honest work, then he was left with no choice but to get dishonest work. So Russell started to hatch his plan. What was he going to do? He knew that the Police would suspect him immediately. This had to be a big haul. In, Out. No evidence. Then he would slip out of town and make a beeline for greener pastures. Then Russell thought back to his last big job. Because he didn’t think it out, it cost him seven years hard time. “Caught by the owner’s dog.” “Boy was that dog mean.” It ripped his clothes half off. If it weren’t for the alarm and the Police showing up, he might have got eaten alive. Russell made a mental note looking at the scars left on his arms. “Make sure there’s no damn dog.”
Russell started to canvas the town, looking for a possible target. While sitting in a booth in a town line diner, he overheard a man talking to someone on his cell phone. “I’ll get the money.” “Yeah it’ll be cash.” “One hundred thousand, yes, I’ll have it by tomorrow at my place.” “See me in two days.” “Remember, this is just between us.” “Wow,” thought Russell. “I have stumbled onto my goldmine.” Then Russell heard the man place a call to another party. “When are you going to fix my alarm?” the man said. “It’s been broken for a week now.” “What do I pay you for?” “Next week, that’s your limit.” “If it’s not fixed by then, you’re fired.” The man slammed closed his cell phone and got up to leave. Russell could not believe what he just heard. The guy was going to get one hundred thousand dollars cash and didn’t have a working alarm at his house. This was the win win situation he’d been waiting for. Russell knew he had to follow this guy to find out where he lived and plan quickly to get the cash. Russell follow the man all around town Finally, the man stopped at the First Federal Bank and came back out with a satchel he didn’t have when he went in. “Bingo” Russell thought. “That’s the dough.” “Now where does this moron live?” “I’m getting tired of chasing him around town.” The man hopped back into a waiting cab and Russell followed them to a huge mansion just on the outskirts of town. “Holy Cow!” Russell exclaimed. ” This is the haul of the century.” “There must be all kinds of valuable goods in there.” At that very moment Russell decided that tonight had to be the night. No time to waste. He had to get in and out. But, ……”What about a dog?” he thought. Russell cased the house all the rest of the afternoon. No one came in, no one went out. No barking dog. Looks like the man lived alone too. Everything was coming together. Now Russell was so excited he couldn’t wait to hit the place tonight.
As darkness began to settle in, Russell began to gather up the tools of his trade. Stethoscope, for a safe. Glasscutter, for accessing a window, or sliding door. Duct tape to keep the glass from falling on the floor and making noise. Flashlight. Yep, he knew his stuff. Satisfied he had everything covered, he slipped over to the mansion and waited in the bushes. After all the lights went out in the house, he waited a couple of hours more, figuring the homeowner would be asleep. Russell found a door on the side with glass. He proceeded to tape and cut a circle out of the glass After removing the glass, he reached inside and unlocked the door. Laughing to himself, he thought, “Ha, no alarm, what an idiot.” Russell was inside. This night was cloudy. Not a star or moon was visible. Total darkness. Likewise the house was worse. He couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. Russell turned on the flashlight briefly so he could get his bearings. He saw that he was in the kitchen. Now for the reason he was here. Slowly, Russell edged his way through the mansion, looking for a safe. Room, after room. Never ending rooms. This place seemed to have dozens of rooms. An hour passed by, and Russell was starting to get nervous. He didn’t expect to be in there so long. However, he was somewhat relieved that he was confident there wasn’t a dog in the place, because he was sure it would have made it’s self known by now. Finally, Russell enters another room and this was the bulls-eye. The Library, and low and behold the bank satchel is lying right on top of the desk. “Could this be possible?” He thought. Russell opened the satchel and out fell stacks, and stacks, and stacks of hundred dollar bills. Just then the nightmare began.
Before Russell could put the first stack back into the satchel, the Library door slammed shut. Russell was so startled that he dropped his flashlight on the floor, and poof the light went out. The darkness was overwhelming. Then Russell smelled this foul stench like nothing he had ever smelled before. Russell was terrified. His instincts were telling him to run, but his mind couldn’t grasp what direction the door was. Then, he felt it. Hot rotting breath on his neck. Heavy, growling, breathing. Every hair on his body was now standing on end. In total darkness, Russell turned to where he thought the breathing was coming from.Those eyes. Huge, red glowing eyes staring at him in the darkness. Towering over him. Russell’s heart was now pounding almost out of his chest. That growl. It sounded like it was coming from the bowels of Hell itself. Then came the swish of hot air and a searing pain on Russell’s chest. Again and again came the sound of moving air and with each sound came a horrible pain. On his face. On his arms. His body. Everywhere pain, and he could feel wet dripping, sticky stuff running from his body. All during this time Russell was screaming, but because of his terror he couldn’t hear himself scream. Then came the light. A flash of lightning. First one, then two. Russell got a glimpse of what he was facing.
Towering before him was a huge hairy creature. Pointed ears. Blood red eyes. A dog….No, a wolf, but ten times the size. Foaming from the mouth. Blood dripping from its claws which must have been four inches long. No one knows how he got out of there. No one knows what really happened to him. Actually, somebody does know. I know. Why? Because I was there! But when the Police found him, he was lying in the middle of South Street covered in blood. The officers reported that when they tried to question him all they could get out of him was “Big dog, big dog!” To this day Russell stays in a corner of his room in a Psychiatric Hospital. No one can shut the lights off. If they do he starts screaming “BIG DOG, BIG DOG!!!