Marina Oddo
November 6, 2006



What do you do when your life is in the hands of betrayers and imposters? When the people you feel safest with…actually endanger you most? In this case, this scenario ends in great psychological misfortune.
Mental Institutes; places where people suffer together from their sanity illnesses, all huddled together in a safe environment in hopes of becoming sane, that is, if they survive. In this particular mental hospital, great tragedy shall occur. An imposter among the patients, one by one killing off his peers. How do you tell apart an insane killer from the other insane patients, half of whom would admit to murder under their unfortunate circumstances? That’s the intelligence of this plot; you wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, you’d just assume the patients committed suicide because of their diseases. But that was not the case. Everyday, innocent people are murdered without knowing it, by being convinced by our killer, a Mr. John Doe, if you will. You see, it’s not hard to get a crazy person to believe that their death would lead to their independence. To the freedom of their disease. And our killer used that weakness to end the lives of the institute’s residents.
He would strike depending on his moods. On a good day, he would seem inspiring and devoted. Carefully choosing his victim, he would subtly lead them aside and crowd them with ingenious thoughts of how to rebel against the doctors and nurses that were trying to corrupt them. He was able to manipulate the victim’s mind to make them think their death was necessary, that would make them somewhat heroic. With that, he would lead them to the side of the hospital, to a barbed wire fence, and calmly convince them to climb it and jump off it, to a rocky, painful death 3,000 feet below.
As bad as that sounds, a bad day was much worse. He would make his victims cry hysterically before he sent them to their death, telling them they weren’t worthy of their lives, and that only the fiery pits of hell would welcome them.
You’d think someone so evil, so hostile, a cold-blooded killer, would stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. However, this tale has no happy ending. Our psychotic killer was never suspected for his hideous crimes. His only punishment was having to live with the fact that he tried a series of gruesome ways to end the lives of others, including grinding a schizophrenic man up in the hospitals meat grinder and leaving his ground up body to be served as sloppy joes to the patients the next day.
The only hope of the next Mental Institute’s patients, is that his conscience catches up with him…before it’s too late