“Tell me about the Wretched Man.”
Isaac Murphy slowly raised his head. His eyes burned with grief, sorrow and above all else… dread. He bore his burning gaze into the eyes of Dr. Adam Brady, who reflexively looked away, troubled by the vile emotions directed at him. Dr. Brady’s lips quivered, as if uttering the mere words “Wretched Man,” were poisoning his mouth.
Isaac flinched, and all the hatred disappeared. The fear was taking over. He shut his eyes tight and pushed through it. His shaking hands, restrained from asylum handcuffs, grasped tightly to the pant legs of his white jumpsuit, standard issue for inmates. His lips parted and he spat out the truth.
“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 person, always in my shadow. His eyes will stare at 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, ruining anyone who gets too close. That is my curse.”
“And why does he haunt you?” Dr. Brady asked.
“Because, I summoned him at the Bobbit Rock.”
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