WORD VOMIT

He smiles at me from across the street. My eyebrows crinkle together and I begin to walk faster. Everybody in town knows who he is. If they don’t then they must be from out of town. His name’s Milton Green and he has never left this town. Not even for a second. There’s this hill in town that’s got the remains of a hospital on it. A psychiatric hospital. And that’s where Milton was meant to stay forever but that didn’t happen because he managed to escape.  Grandad was the same age as him when he got sent there.

1946. Grandad was 14 and so was Milton. They were best friends and went everywhere together. Then one night Milton went missing for several days and in the same span of time one boy and one girl went missing. When Milton finally returned his clothes were torn and splattered with blood. The police found the bodies of the children two days later in a field.

They arrested Milton and since he was too young to be sent to prison they sent him to the hospital on the hill.  You would think that when he turned eighteen they would send him to jail but they thought that he was too unstable. So he stayed in the hospital for 12 more years. During that time he turned even more sinister and slowly he started to dig a hole. Back then there were no cameras so there was no one to catch him.

He broke out and you would think that he would just run but no. He set fire to the building on his way out and he killed almost everyone in the building. You’re probably going ‘And why hasn’t anyone arrested him?’. It’s because there was no actual proof but everyone believes that he did its since he was the only one who escapes.

Now he has a long, unkempt beard  and scraggly clothes that he has had since I was three,  which was ten years ago. He still has his great granddad’s monocle and all his hair is slowly fading away. A small tin sits at his feet waiting and hoping for coins, but nothing ever comes.