In order to protect the privacy of the relevant people and the victims, in the following article, except the murderer, the rest of the people’s name has been changed.
The details of the story has arranged a little to make it smooth, but I will try to tell the whole story in this article.
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"Mister Helen Otis?" I called out the boy that sit in front of me, but he didn’t reply.
He is wearing a light blue patient robe, he has deep dark circles under his eyes, messy jet black hair, and his skin is pale as a paper. His gaze look straight at me, like how a predator would stare at its prey.
I am a psychiatrist, and it is my job to interview patients. He came here for some time now, but I did not see him communicate with other patients, he always stayed in the corner of the room. Needless to say, he is an eccentric child.
This is a judicial psychiatric hospital, the only difference between this place and the asylum hospital is that we treat patients with a criminal record. To prevent the patients from going haywire.
His silence made no progress in the interview. "Did you know this?" I pull out a picture in front of him, a black-rimmed glasses on the road, this is his crime case.
He stared at the picture, then speak softly, “Is from my best friend."
"Do you want to talk about it? “I asked but he just staring at me without a single word.
"Look, since you came here, things have not made any progress. If you can talk anything about it, then just tell me about it, please.” After I finish my plead, he sigh and started to talk, “Is rather a long story…”
His story is about a very quiet teen in the class who was framed by stealing the class very popular person’s watch, then in exchange for long-term brutal group bullying. He and one of the student named Tom became friends, but also later found that his friend framed himself. They argue at the rooftop but after a few pushes, Tom accidentally falls to his death. This is the photo is Tom’s glasses when he fall.
"I tried to save him, I tried to pull him up, but he let go of my hand, I don’t know what was he thinking that time." He finished his story, then looked down at his hands, seems to be thinking about something. He looks anxious from thinking back the memories.
Actually, before he even talk about his story, I already knew about this. The patient who sent here, their case are recorded in the file. Intrigue cases in school is very common for very much like the teens like Otis himself. Often time has passed, things will be past and forgotten. But in this common- intrigue-school-life exchange a boy who called Tom’s death. Maybe that’s why this is why Helen can’t forget the past or forgive himself forever, after this.
"What happened after that?" I continued my question, at least we are progressing now. He answered, "After Tom’s deceased, Halloween is around the corner, and the school had a Halloween party, and everyone had to dress up to participate the party. I prepared a mask one night before the event, I was tired that time so I went for a nap ... and then ... I am here. "
In the file stated that he killed 17 people that night, no one knows how he do it, we don’t rule the fact he got a helper involved.
"Do you remember what happened in the middle? Any details?" I asked. But he shook his head and then continued to look down at his fingers, "Doctor, why am I here?" He asked quietly.
"You will be here, is because you are sick." I answered, he raise his head in respond. "Come on, you are only 14 years old, your future still very bright. “I gave him a patient smile, hoping to cheer him up. I want to let him know that I am a friend here, not an enemy to him.
This is what I talked to that boy, is the first time that he spoke these much. Well, at least he talked now, we make a very good progress here.
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The atmosphere here always suffocates me, maybe because this is a hospital. Not a best place for sane person to stay long.
I get surrounded by different patients every day, I get used to it until now, there is some…different feeling now that I felt lately… I feel like I am a meekly sheep among a pack of hungry wolves, I am pretty sure this place slowly chipping my sanity away a little by little.
I noticed something odd about Helen Otis’s file, I decided to ask him in person in our next coming interview.
We met at the small same room like last time, I greeted him with a smiled and he responded me with a few blinks, I take that as a greeting from him.
As I sat down on my place, I flipped open his file and looked him in the eyes. I questioned the femininity of his name.
Helen?
Did your parents name you this?
He thought for a minute and told me that his parents has difficulty conceiving children, so they were eager to have a daughter, but instead gave birth to a boy. Due to his mother’s weaker health and their financial can’t allowed them to have another but they craved for another child. So they decided to raise their only son as their only daughter.
As he finished his sentence, he fell into silence. As I was thinking what kind of respond I should gave, he opened his mouth again.
Not only does his name sound feminine, his parents also bought girl’s clothing for him when he was younger, raising him like a daughter instead of a son. Neighbours and children around the street did not know that he was actually a boy.
When he reached the age of six, he had to start schooling. Afraid that the way that raise their child will cause a huge of school concern, parents forced to change him back as son of their own. Maybe this is why he got some feminine characteristic.
"My parents are very fond of me, and I understand their difficulties very much, so I have not complained about them. I do not think they have any problems."
His family is very problematic, he grew up under his parent’s twisted faith and overly high expectation for him, these will seriously affected his proper character development in his young age, in a bad way. He might lost some basic humane characteristic along when he grew up in such family twisted faith for him but he didn’t noticed it. Plus, he never seems to know how to express his feelings due to his growing environment.
It’s hard to change the patient’s opinion on their family’s origin faith, I wanted to tell him that the way that his parents doing is wrong but this was not the right time to say it.
So I kept my mouth shut.
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Although he rarely have any communication with other patients or workers in this place, but he still talk politely whenever he did.
We chatted sometimes, we sat on the white bench in the park, and sunlight pour on us gently with warmth, just like a pair of friends together.
We don’t always talk about something related to hospital, we chatted some nonsense sometimes, and this was the moment that we both felt relaxed, especially me. I really felt my mind loose its tension at the time like this.
In this place, others patients will randomly pick fights with other patients. Neither he didn’t do that nor he didn’t help to solve the fights. He always manage to avoid any chaos here, and live on peacefully. That’s pretty smart of him.
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In Year 2001, 3rd of October, he discharge from the hospital after receiving treatment for 6 years and it’s time for him back to the society. He is now 22 years old, he was no longer the young boy when I first met him.
I was the one seeing him off, thinking back all the times of his recovery really makes me felt happy for him.
“Don’t ever come back here, Helen. If you come back here next time, we will met when you are sitting on the electric chair.” This is the last words I said to him as I pat his shoulder and smiled, he nod in respond. If he didn’t do anything in his past, he is a good guy if you ask me.
I remember the look of him when he left. He wore a dark blue windbreaker and a pair of black pants, his hair was still the same messy jet black hair. Won’t he try to comb his hair a little?
I truly hoped that I won’t be seeing him in this place again.
After he discharged from the hospital, he was behaving well. We sometimes communicate by using emailing or meet up at a café, we chatted about what were we doing now.
He work as moving staff or cleaners for company near the hospital, as a part time job. His body has grown into quite muscular due to his works, at least now he look healthier than he first came in.
He saved a small amount of cash, he rented a small old house, the environment is quiet and nice, he brought some art tools and started to draw. He told me that he wanted to become a painter. He still didn’t talked much but I am happy that he found his goal in his life.
He said he never blamed his parents for what they done to him but he never once visited his parents once after he discharged. After we confirmed that he wasn’t any threat to the society, we finish our observation on him.
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In year 2003, October, there was a few missing cases. Judy George, and Maggie Wang, both age 24 are one of the victims in these missing cases. These cases are very popular that time, but I don’t really care for it that time.
(A User post this photo on social network, he said his CCTV recorded this picture on 31/10/2003, at 2:30 am and stated that “someone tried to break in my neighbour's house.)
(There is a human figure behind the masked man, he/she seems like fainted.)
Police have no clue who is responsible for these cases, they thought was some guilty pleasure freak were behind these.
(Note: Guilty pleasure, is causing a chaos just to bring fear to the society then pleasured by watching as the society goes haywire about the crime they did. Mostly they do it just for pleasuring themselves so there is no specific aim for the victim to them. So is quite hard to track them down.)
Until the police found out the victims are all same class with Helen Otis before he entered the hospital, also the survivals from the gruesome cases from few years ago. The police decided to go on investigate his place.
When I saw the news, I felt my heart stopped for a moment. I tried to contact him but failed.
Something was going to happen soon.
This is really bad, I sat in front of my TV. My mind jammed like a glue, I can’t think of anything, unable to do anything,
Oh dear god, please no.
This is the only words echoing in my mind.
(Helen Otis‘s old house were under police investigate.)
On 17th of November, the night was dead quiet, all the sound around that place was silence, which make his house in middle of field looks more eerie. The police broke the lock on the door and opened it slowly. A stench of unbearable rotten smell welcomed the intruders from the darkness in the house. One of the police checked the house with his torch, all of furniture of this house mostly were gone. Apparently nobody live here for a long time.
They moved inside quietly to check the source of the smell. Suddenly, one of the police feel something brush against his shoulder, when he pointed his torch up, he saw something that haunted his mind forever. An upside-down human twisted face was eying the police, its neck has ripped wide open.
The police freaked out and called the other polices while he scanned the rest of the house with his torch. The house was hanged full with upside down dead human’s bodies, all of their neck were also ripped wide open, their blood were all dried up, this disturbed scene was like a human butcher place.
(Judy George, Age 24 )
Every single bodies side placed a drawing canvas, the drawing on top of it was all the progress of tortured and killing of each of the victims, this murderer’s taste is really sick to the end. One of the body’s jaw get ripped away brutally, the canvas of this bodies stated “ALL BARK, BUT NO BITE : ) ”. All the colour on the canvas were all in brownish coloured. It is proved to be victims’ blood after police analyses, it all turn in brown coloured because of oxidase.
There was total amount of 5 bodies in this house, they found Judy and Maggie among the dead bodies. The other three bodies are the one who gave the witness about the murder case of Helen to the police few years ago.
With those bloody canvas, this place looks like a gruesome art gallery of victims than bloody butcher place. All of the bodies and canvas were facing the entrance, like greeting the ones who entered this place. Other than sick cruel joke, the police can’t figure out any other intention of murderer doing this.
I fell into despair and panic I never felt before, I really hope that HE is not the one who did all these. After the news was published, neither can’t I eat nor sleep normally. My health was sliding downhill, I am a psychiatrics but my sanity was slipping away from my head. Can’t anything can be WORSE than this? I really want to go back time and punch myself hard.
(The newspaper of 18th of November, 2003)
The next day after the news was released, I received the call from the police and they ask me about the murderer. They received Helen Otis’s patient file from me, I told them everything knew about him. The police noticed that I am not in a wellbeing, I told them that I am not fine at all lately. I told them that Helen Otis is really a good person, he just walked the wrong path, I THOUGHT I could help him to walk the right path.
The police found a letter at the crime place. They asked me to be calm after reading the letter, the letter that is….for me, I carefully received the copy of the letter from the police, then they left after that.
I stared at the letter, thinking of whether to read it or not. I really think my mind is at the edge, but maybe there is answer I longed in the letter.
As I sat back in my couch, I don’t how long was I staring at the letter in my hands. Then I slowly opened the letter and begun to read it…
“Dear doctor, I finally remember what happen that night after I look at my mask. That night 6 years ago, the day before Halloween, I keep fidgeting on my bed, unable to sleep. All of the things that happen to me stings my mind like needles, that time I thought to myself, I need to do something about it! Then it happen… I threw an activated hair dryer in student’s public bathtub, there are lot of people present. I remember I use a simple fork to dig someone’s eyes out of their sockets, I remember I ripped someone head from their neck, I attacked all the people who lives in the student dorm… I can’t fully remember some details, I just do what my mind tells me to. When no one was screaming nor struggling anymore, the peace fall upon me, a peaceful feeling I never felt before. I fall to my well-deserved slumber, on a pile of bloody bodies.
When I open my eyes again, I saw you, doc.
You said that the reason I am here is because I am sick. Well, I must pretty ill for now but I never feel so peaceful in my life. Maybe, I am better off to sick like this.
You told me that next time if we met are on the electric chair. What if there is other way round? You must know that I got my own way to meet you in person. See you soon : ) “
When I finished his letter, my mind when completely blank.
What the hell is he trying to say?
His last words send a chill down my spine, I feel like a prey to him, I become one of his option to hunt down.
Wait, no.
Maybe when he was still in the hospital, I AM already a prey to him, maybe he longed for this day to come. God knows what going on in his head? He never show his emotion, eventhough I am his doctor but I could never truly understand what kind of person he was. I even think his as my friend, Hell, I even think him as my own child! All the memories where we sit and chatted like a friend flashed through my mind, which is real? Which is fake? Why am I so fucking dumb till I forget the rules of the hospital!! They won’t send any sane person into that fucking place!!
The police can’t track him down until now, they can’t provide full protection for my daily life. My life is like a unstable time bomb, till the day he is not track down, I never going to know what he going to do, my chance of getting kill by him will always remain.
I don’t know when will be the worst scenario occur to me, so I write these down, at least I won’t die without letting others know what happen, that’s what I think.
I live alone, this is really bad. I began to be paranoid about my environment, even a little things could make me jump.
Before any of these happen, he used to be the most harmless patient I ever met with but now, he is the one who can kill me any second he want, like a helpless prey.
This is what I get from ignoring the fact that he is a criminal, and tried to save him myself. This is not any lost teen who walked the wrong path in their life, this is actually a real life crime! And here I am, staring at what he really cable of.
Maybe his well behaviour was all nothing but an act. The moment that I felt happy for his “recovery” is only me, myself only. I don’t know how to face him anymore, I don’t know what going to happen next.
I truly hope everything will be okay soon.
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I just heard my house’s locked door open.
(This articles was written by Dr. Elmer Christopher’s notebook in the drawer, there is some old newspaper articles attached along it. He already moved out of this house when the new house owner found these and posted it online.)
