This is still part 1, and BTK hasn't announced an ending yet.

I liked the idea, mainlo- reminded me of Night Flyer (which is a good thing).  The only thing I would suggest is to give a little bit more background as to why he may have the headaches and why he was smelling sulfur. 

Remember, I'm not in the contest, so I'm not trying to degrade or disparage you!  If you don't mind, I'd like to give you one bit of advice.  My personal opinion is that one or 2 more sentences about the background would ground the story into something the reader could connect with.  I was wondering why he has headaches and smells sulfur.  Maybe radon in his house?  Did he contract a disease, run into some strange beast, have a spooky encounter?  Or just a history of mental disease?  It doesn't have to be obvious, just an off the cuff thought he has about "that night 2 weeks ago when I saw/heard/felt/got new meds"   Now we know where he's coming from.

I didn't me to offend you at all, and I'm sorry if I over stepped my bounds on my suggestions.  It was just the one point in the story I had to go back and re-read to see if I missed something.  But I like how you took a normal(?) guy to Mr. Choppy in a short period of time.

Thx Azathoth, I don`t mind getting tips
Besides, you are absolutely right, you see, I tested it out o Facebook and it seems that people just aren`t getting the whole picture.
You see, Richard didnt do it because of the headaches and the smell of sulfur, the reason he had these was because he was obsessed by a demon...The demon lets him see the school-children as zombies ad then at the hospital the demon leaves Richard...:)
Can you read it again, with that in mind, and give me your feedback please?

The tree.

She was the only reason I found joy and pleasure in living every day. All my life people had come and gone, people had changed, and nothing in my life had stayed the same. Even my wife had passed away, and I hadn’t considered there’d be another woman in my life, ever. Then, suddenly, five years after my wife’s death, this other woman showed up. Out of the blue, literally. I guess you could say it surprised me. The first time I saw her I was in my kitchen, making a cup of coffee. The day was just like any other day - not a pleasant one at all. But as I threw a glance out the window… there she was. Watching me, and smiling right at me. She had climbed into a hole in the big tree in my garden, and looked at me from the inside, through a hole in the trunk. An owl had lived there a few years back, but it was long gone. Now a woman! You could tell she was happy to be there, and happy to see me. Yes, a woman had moved into the tree in my garden. And she had come to stay. We never spoke, never had any actual encounter. But whenever I looked out the window, she’d be there. Inside the tree, smiling at me and waving. Everything was easier, there was not a day I couldn’t make it through, nothing could get to me anymore, as long as she was there – inside the tree, cheering me up just by being there, and staying there. I had always searched for one single element that would be with me throughout my entire life, so that no matter how much changed in my life, one thing would remain the same, one thing would remain with me. Until my wife’s passing I had thought it was her, she was meant to stay by my side forever. Now I knew the woman that had show up in the tree had come to stay for good. For always.

Years passed, I got older - and would have been the loneliest man on earth if it hadn’t been for the woman in my tree, who was always there and didn’t seem to age at all. Everything was perfect. Each and every day she gave me a smile and a cheerful wave of her hand before I got to work, and again when I got home. And if ever I felt I needed her I could just look out my kitchen window, and she'd be there, looking at me from the tree. I thought I had found the true meaning of my life, at last. But of course, nothing lasts forever; suddenly one day I looked out at the tree, expecting to see the woman there as always, but there was nothing. The hole in the tree was empty, there was no face, nobody inside the trunk. There was just the hole. Just a hole in a shallow tree. I dropped the cup of coffee in my hand and didn't bother at all to clean the mess up. I felt my knees shivering and before I knew it I had lost balance, and found myself lying on the floor, in schock. My sorrow was unbearable, I kept lying on the floor fr hours and when I finally got up I cried the whole day. That evening, as I laid in my bed, I deciding to chop the tree down the next morning. I couldn’t stand the thought of having to look at an empty hole every day, remembering what used to be there. But, as I went out to chop it down the next morning, there was fog so thick that I couldn’t see, thus couldn’t chop the tree. I intended to proceed the next day, but the next morning I saw she had come back.

My wife used to say that everything that goes, comes back sooner or later. She was right. The woman was back in my tree, and she had brought me back the greatest possible happiness. Now I was in deep shock over the fact that I had nearly chopped it down. Everything was the same as it used to be, and happiness had returned as quickly as it had left.
That night a giant storm hit our town. It disturbed my sleep, and I woke several times during the night. One time it was the sound of my garbage can blowing across the street that had woken me up. However, third time I woke it had nothing to do with the storm. A figure stood at the foot of my bed and I couldn’t see who it was - but I swear it leaned towards me. I lay stiff in my bed in shock, stared at the figure and felt it staring back at me, despite the fact that I couldn't see its eyes. Suddenly I felt my duvet sliding off, it tickled my skin as it moved across it. I realized the figure was pulling it off.
When the figure had removed the duvet, it sat down on my bed. To my surprise I didn't feel the madress sink the least bit from the weight.
“The tree,"  the figure suddenly said, “It fell over in the storm. I had to climb out."
It was a woman's voice, and I now recognized her figure in the dark. Indeed the woman in my tree had come out! But why had she come here, to my room - and in the middle of the night? There was silence for quite some time, I wasn't sure if she expected me to say anything. Then she spoke again.
“10 years ago you killed me, and threw my body into the tree. Why?"
I recognized the voice now as my late wife’s. I turned on the night lamp in a hurry, and it was her. Sitting stiff in my bed, staring stiffly into the air. I heard no breath from her lips, and saw that she cast no shadow, despite the nightlamp that lit us both up.
“WHY?"  she repeated.
“I… I wanted to make sure you’d stay with me forever. I saw no other way of keeping you from leaving."
“Had I left, I would have eventually come back, and you know that. Everything that leaves comes back. You see, you threw me into the arms of death and I found my way back here at last. Is that not proof enough?"
I had no words. I was happy to see her, and at the same time ashamed of having killed her. For some reason she refused to look at me - I wanted so badly to catch her eyes, to see if the woman who had been in my tree for so long really had been my wife all along. How could it be? Yes, I had killed her and left her body inside the tree, but then how could she be here - now?
“You’re coming with me"  she said all of a sudden, reaching for my hand. “We’ll sleep at my place."
She led me through the dark house, through the front door and out into the storm. Despite the strong wind, her hair didn't move at all, but surrounded her face with a still life beauty that I had always found to be the most amazing thing about her. We walked around in the dark garden, and she helped me into the tree trunk that now laid on the grass, killed by the storm, suddenly taking up most of the garden space. When at last we were both inside the tree, we fell asleep to the sound of the heavy storm. I wasn't sure if I'd ever wake up again, but this I knew:

I would come back.

I liked the idea, mainlo- reminded me of Night Flyer (which is a good thing).  The only thing I would suggest is to give a little bit more background as to why he may have the headaches and why he was smelling sulfur. 

Remember, I'm not in the contest, so I'm not trying to degrade or disparage you!  If you don't mind, I'd like to give you one bit of advice.  My personal opinion is that one or 2 more sentences about the background would ground the story into something the reader could connect with.  I was wondering why he has headaches and smells sulfur.  Maybe radon in his house?  Did he contract a disease, run into some strange beast, have a spooky encounter?  Or just a history of mental disease?  It doesn't have to be obvious, just an off the cuff thought he has about "that night 2 weeks ago when I saw/heard/felt/got new meds"   Now we know where he's coming from.

I didn't me to offend you at all, and I'm sorry if I over stepped my bounds on my suggestions.  It was just the one point in the story I had to go back and re-read to see if I missed something.  But I like how you took a normal(?) guy to Mr. Choppy in a short period of time.

RICHARD DISCOVERS SOMETHING NEW

Richard woke up this morning smelling sulfur, like he had been for the last two weeks.
It wasnt just the smell that concerned him.
His head was hot like a new baked potato and it felt like ten thousad  flies was pounding
the inside of his brain over and over again.
I really need to go see Dr: Kawasaki he thought as he drove the short way to the school.
He had been teaching there for seven years now.

The headache was beyod anything he had ever felt before when walking down the hall to his classroom.
Good thing there was no students to be seen yet.
He must`ve dozed off, but was awakened by the overwhelming noises around him.
Something was terrible wrong with the students. They looked like something dragged up from the sewer with crazy eyes and worst of all; they were chewing o each other.
It seems, thought Richard, they had all been transformed into gruesome brainmunching zombies.
Richard, the teacher, thought about it for a second ad quickly decided he didn`t want to be a zombie.
He reached out for the fireaxe behind him and lashed at the bloodstenched children.
Arms and legs flew through the room, heads were rolling and guts covered every inch of the floor. Richard sank together and fainted.

"``My name is Xzeno, thanks for the ride ssss ssss ssss``"
What?
What a strange voice and what was up with that tone...?
Who was that? -Hello, anybody there? No answer.
HELLO? .......Nothing.
Richard didnt eve notice the headache was gon.
Because, as he enjoyed the sudden lack of  the bad smell of sulfur he slowly opened his eyes.
Two guards were standing next to him in the hospitalroom and he was shocked to find that he was in a full restraining suit.
From the back Richard heard  a televisio voice announcing  the breaking news about a popular, experienced teacher that out of the blue massacered his etire class with an axe.....

Vampy was so excited because she thought it was good, and she was happy that someone else did to.  Same goes with my school papers.  She proofreads all my writing.

Oh, and check out the current end of campfire tales thread for a bizarre idea swollen and I came up with.

Thanks, lil' and BTK!  I was hoping some of you would like it. 

(Vampy originally scolded me for bowing out of the contest.  She didn't care about the prize, she just wanted to know how I did.  She was very excited after reading your review, BTK.  I think it made her day!)

Aww so cute and she's right you are a silly monkey at times but we still love ya

And really glad she loved the review, hehe, nice to know I can make someone's day a little brighter. But I stand by what I say. I know some authors who have little discernable talent, you are not in that catagory. I'd love to see what else you can come up with.

Thanks, lil' and BTK!  I was hoping some of you would like it. 

(Vampy originally scolded me for bowing out of the contest.  She didn't care about the prize, she just wanted to know how I did.  She was very excited after reading your review, BTK.  I think it made her day!)

it was very good Aza.held the attention.

(Vampy originally scolded me for bowing out of the contest.  She didn't care about the prize, she just wanted to know how I did.  She was very excited after reading your review, BTK.  I think it made her day!)