Tales of Horror and the Supernatural
A NECESSARY EVIL
I guess I’ve always been a pushover being so quiet and shy. At school I was bullied by bigger boys.
They picked on me because I was a well -dressed plump boy who wouldn’t stand up for himself. The
more I didn’t stand up to them the worse the bullying became.
I hated it of course and used to dream of bad things happening to the bullies: one drowning in a
river, another having his head chopped off. The worse the bullying the more intense the dreams I
had of death to these people.
One night I dreamed that a friend from school spoke to me, in a strange voice, about taking care
of the bullies. I realised something was wrong so I ran away. The dream started to recur, especially
when the bullying was at its height.
When I left school and started work I was still shy, but at least there was no bullying, not of the
school type anyway. The bullying in the workplace was more subtle, but essentially the same: if you
didn’t stand up for yourself it intensified.
After many years of waking in the middle of the night with the bullies laughing at me I eventually
managed to put the thoughts of bullying out of my mind and had settled down to something of a
One night I took a new girlfriend, Helen, out for a drink. All was going well as we strolled u p
Arbroath’s West Port on a warm, autumn evening. I seemed to be impressing her with my tales of
pranks at work as tears of laughter rolled down her perfectly formed small cheeks.
We entered the West Port Bar and I nodded to the two doormen who were dres sed in black. They
just ogled Helen and then went on talking to a group around the door area. I froze when a voice
from the past shouted: “Hey Robertson, you still that spineless little shit?”
I turned and watched in horror as Jake Connor, the main bully from my past, stepped out from
behind the two bouncers.
Helen tugged on my sleeve, “come on Ross!”
I shook my head as I entered the place and found a seat for Helen then headed to the bar. I ordered
two drinks as the band on the stage beside a large window launched into ‘Rock ‘N’ Roll Damnation’.
After I was given the drinks I sat next to Helen. “Sorry about that Helen – someone from my past!”
“Let’s not let it spoil our night,” she said giving me a kiss on the cheek.
But, as I took a sip from my pint, I watched as a figure strode through the crowd at the bar and then
stood in front of our table. The horror of the school years flooded back into my thoughts as the
menacing Connor, now with shaven head, looked down on me.
“Right Robertson, you and me outside - now!”
I saw something change in his eyes as I stood up, but he laughed as I sat down again. He poured the
remainder of the pint glass over my trousers before departing back to the bar.
“Come on let’s go!” Helen said as she put her bag over her shoulder.
Later that night as I watched Helen walk away, I had reached a new low in my life and swore that I
would never again allow that to happen. I had to do something to rid the menace of the bullying
from my mind and the bullies from my reality.
That night unable to sleep I gazed up at the ceiling of my bedroom and remembered, the dreams
of my youth where an angel in the guise of one of my friends appeared and offered to sort out the
bullies. I realised that there must have been a price – my soul!
The next night eager to contact the angel I retired early. I closed my eyes and began to clear my
mind, which was difficult at first, but after a while I began to see the name Belianth – an angel of
retribution. I didn’t want to deal with demons I thought it better to contact an angel even if he/she
was far removed from God. I didn’t know where angels crossed into demons.
I strolled across an open meadow in bright sunlight and marvelled at the wild flowers, all of which
were in bloom. There was a wonderful smell of honeysuckle in the air.
A figure of a man walked toward me from out of the glare of the sun. When he came closer I
realised it was the friend from school whom I hadn’t seen for years. I struggled to say something, but
nothing came out. Suddenly his eyes opened unnaturally wide and he said: “Why do you want to
I staggered back realising who I was dealing with and that I was dreaming. I tried to awaken, but
couldn’t. The figure came closer and said again: “Why do you want to contact me?”
“Because I have need of your service.” I eventually said in a faltering voice.