No Gein: An Alternate Horror Part Five

Posted: October 5, 2020 in No Gein
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Part Five: The Blackest Eyes

October 11th, 1974. Madison Wisconsin

Even though he’d lived here his whole life, George never stopped being amazed at how you can see off into forever. His eyes watched the nothingness outside his dad’s car window. He’d long finished his stack of Spiderman comics, but his older sister still had her nose buried in a book. Nothingness soon became something as they approached the two story brick building, in front of which was a sign that read Mendota Mental Health Care Institute. He couldn’t understand why his daddy would bring him to a place like this. He’d rather go to the Outagamie County Fair where that guy did the show with the trick mice. So he asked, “Why are we here daddy?”

“To see our Aunt, stupid!” his sister Helen scowled.

“I’m not stupid!” George fired back, angry at his sister’s insult, and because his mother didn’t intervene. In fact, her reflection in the rear view revealed she even cracked a smile.

“Then why are you reading those stupid comics?” Helen retorted.

“You’re both gonna be stupid when I leave you on the side of the road.” their father said in frustration. “Now knock it off!”

The two tykes piped down and soon they got out of the car. Summer was gone but it wasn’t too cold out yet. His mom dressed him in shorts that day, and he could feel the comfortable autumn breeze on his legs as the four entered the lobby of the hospital. 

“May I help you?” asked the Dr. in the lobby. George assumed he was a Dr. because of his white coat. He couldn’t make out the name on his name tag, it looked something like Strege.

“Yes.” his father said as George now looked up at the two adults. “We’re here to visit my sister, Sally Kohler.” His father seemed like a giant to George’s young eyes. He wondered if he would ever get to be big like him.

The young boy was a little confused as he expected to be going into a hospital room and find Aunt Sally lying in bed, like how they visited grandpa before he died. Instead he found himself in what looked like a big living room and playroom filled with people playing board games, table tennis, and watching TV. “Maybe I should get sick so I could get to play in a place like this,” he thought to himself. He didn’t dare say such a thing out loud, as he was sure his father would spank him. 

The people here didn’t seem sick either. They were moving about of their own strength and conversing with each other. He did notice some of them talked funny, and one of them had a bit of drool coming out his mouth. Looney Tunes was playing on the TV hanging high on the wall, so naturally George wandered over toward it. Approaching a nearby couch, he saw the back of a man’s head, whom George assumed was watching the show. Coming around the couch, he laughed at the cartoon, but when George looked to his left he noticed the man didn’t laugh. In fact, he wasn’t even watching the TV, he was looking at the wall. When George looked closer it seemed the man wasn’t even looking at the wall, but that he was looking past the wall, as if he were watching and waiting for some secret signal that only he would receive.

Then George noticed the man’s eyes, they were the blackest eyes he’d ever seen. His family didn’t go to Church, but he had a friend in school who always talked about the Devil, and who sometimes teased George, saying he had the devil’s eyes. George almost peed himself when the black eyes finally moved, now locking onto him as if he’d just done something very naughty.

George jumped as he felt a hand in his shoulder. He couldn’t scream as he felt the warm embrace, his mouth partly covered with hair and a fleshy cheek. ”George it’s so good to see you. Thank you so much for coming!.”  He finally realized it was Aunt Sally. He hugged her back tightly as she kissed the top of his head and led him to a table where his parents and sister were sitting.

The family spent the afternoon playing Connect Four and various board games together while they all caught up. Sally was happy to hear both her niece and nephew were doing well in school, and that George was doing great in sports. Soon enough, he again got distracted by the television as a Spiderman cartoon came on TV. 

“Stop staring at that!” His father scolded. “We can watch TV at home.”

“It’s ok.” Aunt Sally assured. “Do you like Spiderman?”

“Yeah I love Spiderman! He’s my favorite!” Little George then planted his feet on the seat of his chair and imitated his favorite arachnid hero shooting webs. “Thwap thwap!” he sounded before jumping off the seat and onto the ground. “Did you know his Aunt May almost married Dr. Octopus this year?”

“Oh really!” Sally said. Young George had no awareness of his Aunt’s ignorance of current Spiderman comics, so he prattled on. “Yeah, and he had a new villain called the Punisher, but he’s not really a villain, but he has a skull on his chest! I like him more than Ghost Rider though. He’s too scary!”

Sally smiled as she watched his nephew play as though he were swinging through the skyscrapers of the Big Apple. George’s young mind dreamed of being in New York for real someday, while back in reality his dad scolded “Knock it off this isn’t a playground!” It was too late though, he was off in his own universe as he leapt back onto the seat, then off again. Little Spidey leapt once more onto the chair, but this time its wobbly leg gave out and it sent him tumbling to the hard floor where he scraped his knee. His father panicked when he saw the blood. “Oh my god are you alright!” he said, rushing to his side. 

“He’s fine.” his mom said dismissively. George knew his mom was a nurse and figured she was probably used to seeing a lot of blood. No way was he gonna cry, but he was a little mad when he saw his bratty sister laughing at him. 

At least his Aunt wasn’t laughing. In fact, she looked a little scared. “Oh no.” she cried, still sitting in her chair. “Oh no!” George stood up and brushed himself off. He thought nothing of it when he looked down and saw a piece of skin hanging off his knee, but for his Aunt, it was too late. “No no no, oh no!” Now George was scared as he saw his Aunt shaking her head back and forth, tears streamed down her cheeks as she screamed “Gotta get away, GOTTA GET AWAY!!!!” 

“Watch him!” His father ordered his mother as he rushed to his sister’s side. “Sally are you alright!?!” Two orderlies in white uniforms approached behind her as she babbled “The bodies, the bodies, there’s bodies everywhere!!!” 

“I’m sorry,” the Dr. they met in the lobby came and said. “I’m afraid she’s going to have to come with us.” 

George’s mom looked at her watch while his dad said “It’s ok I understand.” George was now fighting back tears himself. Some superhero he was.

“NO! NO! You gotta believe me!” she pleaded as the pair of orderlies took Sally by the arms and led her away. She didn’t struggle as the doctor pulled out a long syringe, but she continued pleading, “You gotta believe me! There were bodies everywhere, they were everywhere!” 

“I’m sorry dad.” little George fell into his father’s arms, his tears dampening his father’s shirt.

“It’s ok son.” George felt his father holding him tight. “It’s not your fault.” His sister also came over to give him a hug, but George felt guilty inside for triggering such a horrible fear in poor Sally.

That was the last time George ever saw his Aunt, and it was the first time he remembered being really scared.

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