“Tell me about the Wretched Man.”
Isaac Murphy slowly raised his head. His eyes burned with rage, hatred and above all else… fear. He bore his burning gaze into the eyes of Doctor Brady, who reflexively looked away, troubled by the vile emotion he felt. Doctor Brady's lips quivered, as if uttering the mere words Wretched Man, had poisoned his mouth.
Isaac flinched and all the hatred disappeared. The fear was taking over. He shut his eyes tight and pushed through the fear. His shaking hands, restrained from asylum handcuffs, grasped tightly to the pant legs of his white jumpsuit, standard issue for inmates. He nodded his head in acceptance and then began.
“The Wretched Man is the monster on my shoulders and the Devil in my mind. I can’t escape him. I can run. I can hide. But he will always be on my hip, always in my shadow. He’ll lurk on the back of my head where I can’t see him, but I know he’s there. And everywhere I go, he comes with me and ruins anyone who comes too close. That is my curse.”
“And why does he haunt you?” Doctor Brady asked.
“Because, I summoned him at The Bobbit Rock.”
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