Part 2

     "Oh lord almighty! What was that? Where am I? IS THAT….A SKELETON?  OH NO I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

     "And how are you going to do that good sir? Got a plan or something?"

-     And who might you be ? how did a child like you end up in this dungeon?

-     Oh me? I'm not supposed to be here actually

-     Can you come closer I really can't see you that well

-     Okey ! Here I am.

 I wasn't expecting what I'm about to see, he looked and sounded like a kid but his body was all falling apart. I can see through his ribs his clothes looked like they're 100 years old or even more. If he looks and sounds like a kid…maybe I can trick him to let me out of this rotten cell.

-     Hey kid, what's your name?

-     I'm Louise, what about you?

-     Hi Louise, my name is uh... Pierre. Nice to meet you.

-     Nice to meet you too!

-     Hey now that we're friends, can you help me get out of here?

-     I don't know, Mama won't be happy, she told me I must not come down here.

-     Hear me out we're friends and I know that if you introduced us to each other she won't be mad! Trust me.

-     Oh..uh okey dokey!

        Louise helped me unchain my arms and get out of there, on our way out I asked him "does your mom like flowers?" he said "yes! She really likes flowers especially lily's, she always told me about how the flower was so beautiful that the goddess Venus cursed it and that's why it turned from pure white into a mixture of pink and white and it also represents purity"

-     Your mom is pretty philosophical.

-     Yeah she kinda is.

-     Tell me, who else lives here?

-     Oh it's only Mom, my 3 sisters and I…and the others

-     The others? "is he referring to the crowd I saw?" Who are they?

-     I don't know, but Mama says they're sick and need salvation.

  On our way out, I noticed barrels of whisky and I got an idea. It was foolish but I wasn't going to allow these maniacs to get out of this mansion for only god knows what horror they can bring upon us! But first…I have to know what "Mama" is planning on doing but first….Louise is a threat, I can't let him tell her I escaped. I….have to get rid of him.

-     Louise! Buddy can I ask where is Mama exactly?

-     Oh yeah she's always in her room, on the second floor.

-     Hey look those are lilies! let's grab some for her

-     Okeyyyyy let's gather as much as we can!

 I thought to myself "I'm sorry Louise, I have to do this" 

  I grabbed a rock, and I smashed his head with it. He wasn't a kid, he wasn't a human anymore. This isn't murder, may he rest in peace and may the lord forgive me. Now…The work begins. I took those barrels I saw earlier and spilled some of them and made a trail leading up to the mansion, I took one last look at the room Louise mentioned and she was there…Looking at me right in the eyes, she looked like everything except for a human. I didn't hesitate and let the whisky on fire. It quickly spread and before I even notice the fire was out of control and the fire consumed the mansion like it was made of mere twigs and straw. Suddenly I felt extremely sleepy and I don't remember what happened afterwards…

-     Oh I'll tell you what happened the whisky you set on fire released a ton of carbon dioxide that's why you passed out, and some villagers brought you here. I think we already told you're here Sir. You just set fire to a whole mansion and you keep telling me about these crazy stories over and over again

-     I'M BEING SERIOUS THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT MANSION!!!! SOMETHING FOUL!

-     I'll tell you what happened, you got the letter about your father, and people know how bad of a relationship you two had. You blamed him for your mother's death and blamed him because you grew up without her. You wanted to take out all of that rage and you went to his mansion, the last thing that he left and after drinking yourself to oblivion you set the mansion on fire. And apparently you murdered a kid in the process…and all that whisky and the smoke from the fire messed up your brain and now you have some sort of amnesia. 

-     I'm being honest with you sir.

-     Sorry, all I'm seeing here is a sad, broken arsonist. We've been doing the same thing for like a month now anyway, we'll see each other again soon. Goodbye Mr. Pierre 

 *Clicks Recorder* 

  -March 02nd 1882, patient 032: "Moulin Pierre". Still getting nowhere with his case. He suffers some sort of amnesia, he seems to be remember nothing after the incident not even our conversations and he always seem to forget where he is. He keeps talking about this…monsters or something, he mentioned four different characters the kid "Louise", "Mama" and the three mysterious sisters probably the same girls "Pierre" saw walking hand in hand as he said. What's weird about this is…"Pierre" really believes this is what happened and surprisingly his story is consistent, If he was lying he would've changed a detail or two but no…I've been a psychiatric for 30 years now and I've never seen something like this before. He doesn't look like a pyromaniac or an alcoholic, what drove him to do this? What happened there really? For now he'll have to stay in the Charenton asylum for his own safety until I declare that either he's an arsonist and send him to be judged or keep him in the asylum as a mentally ill…I don't know what to do.

This was Dr. Williams on case number 996.