||The Taylight Zone - Anthology Six
13 - Insanity
November 18th. It was a cold, dark, and dreary day. I sat by the window, watching the
movement through the tinted glass. A bird flew by the window and landed on a tree branch
not too far from where I was sitting. I sat and watched it for a few minutes before it started flapping its
black feathered wings,
flying into the brightly lit sky. It was like I was
things for the first time that day. I had been through what could have made anyone lose their
not me. Nope. I handled it like nobody else could.
*1 week previous*
“Isaac, tubble...is not a word!,” I said as I shook my head. We were playing Scrabble, and my
brother was winning. I wasn’t in a very good mood because we were in the process of moving. I
would miss everything about our present home. The way everything was, it was perfect. It was
where we all had grown up, and there were so many memories that would be forgotten by not
having them there right with us. I stood up and started walking towards the kitchen.
“Where are you going?,” Zac asked.
“None of your business.” I snapped back, as I walked out of the room. I felt bad as soon as the
words escaped my mouth. It wasn’t their fault that we were moving...it was the fans. The overly
obsessed let’s-take-some-grass-from-their-yard...fans who deprived us of a normal life. I couldn't
even walk outside without seeing several cars outside waiting to catch a glimpse. I thought it was
pretty neat at first, that people would do all this stuff just to get less than a second to take a look.
But then it got to be too much. I just wanted to escape it all. I still wanted to make music of
course, and for people to enjoy it...just not for things to be like this. “I wish our fans were normal.”
Just as soon as I finished the sentence, a cool breeze of air rippled through the house, causing
me to shiver. I wrapped my arms around myself, and looked around. No open windows. “Hmm...”
I thought. “Must have been my imagination.”
I slowly walked back in the living room to see my brothers sitting on the couch, watching
TV. But they had changed. Something about them, I couldn’t put my finger on it. I quickly shook
feeling. “Zac, don’t you think you should finish packing?” I asked.
“What are you talking about Taylor?” he answered back. “Pack for what?” I looked around to see
Isaac and Zac giving me a weird look. I almost burst out laughing because they looked so much
making the exact same face. I shrugged my shoulders, “OK whatever, I’m going to go finish
with or without you guys.” I got up from my chair and ran up the stairs. As soon as I reached the
same feeling came back. “Man, that's weird.” I thought. As I reached the door to my room, I
turned the door knob, and...
*The next day*
I abrubtly sat up in bed. The events of last night all came flooding back to me like a bad
“Taylor, why don’t you and Isaac walk down to Dairy Queen to get some ice cream for everyone,”
mother had said.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“Well...it’s just...don’t we need a bodyguard?”
“No, don’t be silly,” my mother shot a worried look towards my father.
“Here’s 20 dollars...” she
handed me a sheet of paper that had listed what to get.
I glanced at it, then looked up at my mother and Isaac who were waiting
didn’t know what to say. Had my mother lost it? Why wasn’t anyone
concerned? I looked at the
then finally said, “All right, lets go Ike.” I opened the door to find
no cars, there was nothing but a
deserted street. The street lamps shined dimly, highlighting my skin.
“It’s chilly out.” I whispered to nobody in particular as I
found my way back inside the house to the closet. I pulled out a black
leather coat and put it on.
As I was walking from the closet back to the front door, my sister came
up to me and gave me a
hug good-bye. I suddenly felt all the uneasiness slip away. I hugged
her back, and
told her to behave while I was gone. A smile spread across her face,
and she galloped into the living
room. I smiled as I approached the front door once again. I walked out
and approached Isaac
who was now standing by the mailbox, playing with the zipper on his
shirt. I tapped him on the
shoulder as if to say let’s go. He
nodded, and we both started walking towards Dairy Queen. We walked in
silence the whole way
soon as the building was in sight, I took a step back. Isaac turned
around to face me with a
look on his face.
“We can’t go in there, Ike.”
“And why not?”
I stared at the building which was full of teenage girls laughing and talking. I looked over at Isaac
was just standing there calmly.
“Let’s go...” He said.
“But what about them?"
"What about them?"
This was getting strange. He didn’t seem the least bit nervous.
“C’mon Isaac, aren’t you afraid they’ll attack us or something?”
“Why I should be worried about that...Taylor...are you feeling OK?”
“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go get the ice cream.”
As we approached the building I felt my stomach tie in knots. Isaac held the door open for me to
inside. I cautiously took a step and closed my eyes. When I opened them everything was the
stepped across the brick tiling, and approached the girl who was awaiting our order.
“Can I help you?”
“OK.....well what can I get for you?”
“Oh yeah...um, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Her voice was soft and sweet.
“Do you know who we are?”
“No. Who are you?”
“Well, I am Taylor Hanson, and this is..." I looked over at Isaac and saw nothing. He was gone. I felt a quick
panic, and then realized he must have gone outside to wait.
I focused my attention back on the girl
who now had an annoyed look on her face.
“No, I’m sorry. I'm not familiar with who you are. Do you know what you
want? Because if not, I’d appreciate it if you could come
when you’re ready, we have other people waiting...” She pointed to the
long line that had formed
“No, I know what I want.” I proceeded to order.
After I had gathered all the ice cream, I started towards the door. I opened it and took a
out into the cold, dark night. I looked over everyone that was standing outside and couldn’t find
“Thanks a lot for leaving without me, Ike.” I said under my breath.
I started towards home. Something weird was going on. None of it made sense. Nobody knew
who we were.
As I approached our home, I walked up the steps and into the house. I went to find everybody.
all in the living room, talking in hushed voices.
“Hey guys,” I said as I entered the room.
They all stopped abruptly and looked at me, their faces filled with concern.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, sweetheart, we have to talk to you.” My mother got up and walked towards me.
As I surveilled the brightly lit room, my eyes landed upon a man whom I’ve never seen before. I
suspiciously. He was in his mid 50’s, tall, brown hair, he had his coat resting on his lap. His face
emotionless as our eyes met.
My mother grabbed my arm and led me towards the couch.
“What do you need to talk to me about?”
My mother pointed at the man and said, “Taylor, I’d like you to meet Brian Williams.”
I nodded my head in his direction, and he outstretched his hand. I placed my hand in his, and
shook it. I gave him an inquiring look.
“Taylor, what is your favorite thing to do?” the man asked.
"My favorite thing would have to be playing music.”
“Do you play in a band?”
“Of course, Hanson.”
“Are you popular?”
“Yeah, we have a lot of fans...”
I looked at my mother whose eyes were tearing up.
I quickly ran over to sit next to her, and put my arm around her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Taylor...you’re going to need to go away for awhile.”
“What do you mean? Where do I have to go?” I asked, scared.
“You’ll get the help that you need.” Her tears were streaming down her face.
She gave me a hug, and then quickly ran out of the room. My father approached me and gave
me a hug,
“I’m sorry, son. We’ll visit you as often as we can.”
He then left to go find my mother. I was shocked. What was happening? One by one, all my
sisters came by me and gave me a hug good-bye. I didn’t understand. What did I do?
As soon as they all were gone, I looked over to find the man sitting, watching me. He got up from
position on the sofa, and came towards me.
“Let’s go for a walk...,” he said as he leaned forward.
He stared deep into my eyes.
I suddenly had the strangest feeling. As much as I didn’t want to leave my family, my life...I
walking with him, almost as if something was possessing me to do so.
We stepped out the door, and as soon as I stepped outside, it was different. The sun was shining
and it was a very warm, summers day out. I looked over at the man who kept walking with short,
movements. My legs weren’t working. I looked down to find my legs walking in the same fashion
man. I tried protesting, but my legs just went faster. So did the man.
“Where are we going?” I shouted.
“Where are we going?” I repeated.
He stopped and stared at me. My legs stopped moving as well.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you,” he whispered.
I tried answering him, but my vocal cords weren’t working.
He started walking again, and immediately my legs started to move again.
My mind was spinning.
Was I losing it?
What was happening to me?
My legs suddenly stopped, and I found the man standing on a doorstep. I was still standing on
“Taylor, come here.”
My legs obeyed the man and walked up to the door.
I watched from inside my body, as my hands reached for the doorknob and turned it. The door
opened, and I stepped inside.
My eyes darted around the darkly lit room. There was a wooden chair in one corner, and a small
end table in the center of the room with a single sheet of paper sitting on the edge. A glowing
pen was aligned next to the paper. I gasped as the man suddenly appeared in the chair, with a
sly smile on his face.
“Come over here, take a look at this,” the man said.
I was suddenly aware that I was back in control of my movements. I hesitated, then ran towards
the door, turning the doorknob frantically.
Laughing, the man said, “No, Taylor...you can’t escape.”
With a final turn, I withdrew my hand from the warm doorknob. I took a few steps backwards, and
turned around to face the man who was now smoking a cigar.
“Read this,” he pointed at the sheet of paper.
I cautiously walked towards the table, and leaned over to pick it up. It felt warm against my
“There’s nothing but a line,” I said, my voice unsteady.
“You want sane fans, don’t you?”
“Yes, but...” I trailed off.
“Well then all you have to do is sign your name on that line, and your wish will come true.”
“W-w-hat do you want in return?,” I asked.
“Nothing. All you have to do is sign, you won’t owe me anything. You’ll return to your old life,
except no crazy fans chasing you wherever you go...”
Shaking, I reached for the pen. When I touched it, it turned a brilliant red.
I swallowed, then raised the pen to the paper. I quickly scribbled my signature on the line.
A flash of light.
I rapidly sat up and took in my surroundings. I was at my house. In my bed. I glanced around the
room to find Isaac and Zac sleeping peacefully. I sighed in relief. It was just a dream. I got out of
bed and went to go find my parents. When I reached the kitchen I realized all the boxes that
occupied the hallways and rooms of the house were all gone. Everything was back to normal.
“Mom! Dad!,” I shouted.
Seconds later, they came running down the steps.
“What’s wrong, honey?,” they said with concerned looks on their faces.
“Can you answer a question for me?”
“Of course, dear. What is it?”
“How do our fans act?”
My parents looked at each other with distraught looks on their faces.
“What are you talking about Taylor? What fans?”
I felt a rise of panic in my throat.
“Our fans...what do they act like?,” I tried again.
“Sweetheart, fans for what?”
“Our music...the fans. Are they normal?”
“Oh no, it’s starting again,” my mother said to my father. He nodded and went for the phone.
My eyes were wide with fear.
“Yes, it’s happening again,” I barely heard my fathers hushed voice. “OK, thank you Doctor.”
He placed the phone in the reciever and made his way over to where I was standing.
“Now son, you’re going to be fine. Just come sit down in the living room.”
I obeyed him and walked into the living room. I sat down on the sofa, then turned towards my
“What’s happening?,” I asked.
“Son, you know we love you. You’re going to have to go away for awhile, back to the mental
“What?! I’m not crazy!,” I was terrified.
“It’s only because we love you. You seem to have this in your head that you are in a band and
that you are famous...you need to work this out.”
“We are... Isaac, Zac, and I...Hanson...”
“Taylor, it’ll be OK.”
This can’t be happening.
Before I knew it, they had come for me. They escorted me to a van with tinted windows. When
they strapped me in, I took a look around at all the faces surrounding me. The man.
“What are you doing here?!,” I asked.
The man had a confused look on his face. He looked down at the papers, studied them for a
moment and then looked back up.
“Taylor, is it?”
I nodded my head slightly.
“Who do you think I am?,” he said calmly.
“You promised me normal fans...I signed with the pen..the glowing..it was glowing..”
“Who is he talking to? He’s delirious. Give him a shot,” I heard one of the men say.
I suddenly felt sleepy. With no energy left to keep protesting, I dropped my head and fell asleep.
I lifted my head up from the hard pillow that it was rested on, and looked around the room. It was
white. There was a TV chained to the wall, a sink, and a bed which I was lying on. I noticed there
were restraints tied to the bed. I followed them with my eyes and saw that they were attached to
my arms and legs.
“I’m not crazy!,” I yelled out.
A few moments later I heard footsteps.
The door slowly opened to reveal the man wearing the same attire as I had always seen him in.
“Who are you?,” I asked him.
“I am you....Taylor.”
“No you aren’t. Why can’t you just give me a straight answer!”
The man unexpectedly started to change form. There was a flash of bright light, which caused
me to look away for it was too bright for my eyes to handle. After the light returned to normal, I
turned my head to look at the man, but it wasn’t the man anymore, it was me. Then I knew... I was crazy.
The bolt and locks sounded. The nurse stepped in with a serious expression on his face.
“You have visitors,” his voice was hoarse.
I perked my head up from its position on the pillow.
My eyes widened as I saw them.
Shirts. The familiar faces of my brothers and I, with the Hanson logo in the center.
They were talking excitedly, “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!,” I heard one of them say.
I sighed in relief knowing that I could leave this terrible place. I had fans. They weren’t sane, but
they were fans, which meant I wasn’t crazy.
But then...why are they carrying knives?