Hey, you didn't go? What happened?

Lights, darkness, lights, darkness... were speeding up their way, move linearly puzzling the eyes of Joe. His eyes were betrayed by those puzzles. They wished to be closed forever. When they close, something flashes back, its darkness and its over; two cold eyes opened giving their last look.
“No, I can’t bear it”, shouted Joe. He sprung up from his sleep. Those dead eyes were horrible. It was easily visualized by Joe anytime he thought of it. His fellow passengers, a handsome family thought something was odd and they stood up to calm down Joe. Joe thanked them and told them it was his regular dream.

Joe was a handsome young boy of just about 21 years old. Joe was traveling from Manhattan to Palisades after completing his Btech degree.
He was six feet tall and had stout body. Joe easily grinded himself into the whole family which consisted of a short old man of about 55 years old, a lady of about 50 years of age, busy knitting and a beautiful, glamorous girl may be about 19 years old. The family was traveling to Palisades for becoming a new resident to that area.
That is not of any concern to my character Joe. It’s the dream that haunted him.

Lights flashed in and a noise patted its peak. The train halted at the Palisades station. But, the noise was diminuendoed for Joe. He then opened his eyes at the resident of that jolly family. Joe was taken care of by the family as Joe couldn’t remember why he was at Palisades.

A new member was added to the sweet family, it was Joe. Days passed by, he always went out early in the morning as he had joined a new company that filled his stomach.

Years passed by, Joe had a fall in his graph of his haunting dreams. He then got married to the beautiful girl of that family itself. Just after few months of his marriage, it was the same cold eyes that haunted him. The next day he kept his calm and went out to his job.
After a tiring day, Joe returned home to find a huge mob gathered outside his house. He was puzzled and went inside to find dead bodies in his house.
They were the bodies of his family members. His beautiful wife lay cold on the floor and looked as if she had just taken a bath and was having a nap. He couldn’t control his emotions and broke down to cry. Then the policemen showed him a suicidal note which was found on the desk of the drawing room. It wrote,
“Joe, I’m sorry. I killed my whole family, even my daughter (your wife). I was quite upset over all of them for a few days over the matter which you know and I may not say it. Now, I’m feeling guilty and I’m killing myself too. Miss you, Joe. Sorry again,
Yours truly,
Dad.”
Joe then told the policemen that his family was disturbed over a matter of shifting their location to a different place and had a fight over it for the last one week.

After one month, Joe steeped in to Manhattan. Now, he is living on rent with a new family placed at Manhattan. He dreams over it again. The next day he finds himself at a same mourning environment as he was one month back.

Let me push back the time to one month. It was Palisades.
Somebody gets into the house where the family was made a past.
“Hey, you didn’t go? What happened?”
“Nothing”, was the reply.
That man gets in and writes something on a piece of paper. He gets back to the room where the whole family was present and the rest is history or I can say made history. He then steps out of the house and comes back in the evening to find a huge mob gathered outside his house.

He was a Psycho-killer. He was Joe, the Psycho- . . . . . .