Arthur
You volunteer at the mental health clinic. Given the dangerous nature of the residents, they assigned you the rooms of the less violent patients. The suicidal. Those who hear voices. Those that don’t say anything at all.
You become close to a mute man named Arthur. He is a rapt listener, willing to nod his head for hours as you tell him the story of your life. You mention your past, your present. The people involved in both. Your hopes for the future.
And Arthur just nods.
After several months of listening, you figure that you owe it to Arthur to get him out of the clinic. He can’t be happy sitting in a room by himself nodding at interns everyday. You talk to the supervisor of the clinic. You argue that he isn’t harming anyone. That he grooms and feeds himself with no problems. That perhaps his condition is a physical aliment.
The day comes when your arguing pays off. The supervisor has agreed to let Arthur go. You rush to his room to tell him the news. “You’re free!” You shout. “Isn’t that great?”
And Arthur just nods.
You write your name and address on a piece of paper. Hand it to him. “I’m going to miss having someone to talk to.” You say. “But now you can write me. I can learn all about you. Like why they were so insistent in having you in here, pal. I had to fight Dr. Thanner everyday to get you out.”
He looks at you and takes the paper. Just nods.
You go home, feeling good about yourself. You brag to everyone you can tell, friends, family, classmates, co-workers, about how you came through for Arthur. You even fall asleep with a smile.
That night, your eyes snap open. Screams, unearthly screams wake you up.
Then you see them. Your mother. Your father. Your friends. Your classmates. Your co-workers. Lying on your floor, their blood soaking into your carpet. Your walls stained with carnage. Their heads bashed in, their eyes missing from their sockets. Everyone you know dead or dying.
You whimper and see a man standing in the doorway.
It’s Arthur, holding the piece of paper you gave him.
Your entire body shaking, you choke out. “Are you here to kill me?”
And Arthur just nods.
Arthur,


good concept, the nodding was a bit retarded though. Kinda ruined the story. It could of been done a lot better than the way it was done, honestly.
Agreed with the first response, but still i liked it.
could be lengthier though.
…O.Ommmk
What I want to know is how I slept through the first 4 people being killed in my room.
Happens too fast, if you ask me. All of a sudden, Arthur’s killing everybody. Had potential for a lot of creepiness if the author took his time, and developed more of a story.
You just lost the game.
THEN WAS WAS NOD?
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0.o Damn. Nobody thought to look into Arthur’s past at all?
I liked it.
But its been said, great concept but it couldve been longer…
I really, REALLY doubt that the supervisor would just let him go if he was THAT crazy.
damn not too bad >.>;
I think the nodding was good.
Adds to the creepy!ness.
i agree with #5 though. Bit more detail would’ve been better and, to have tooken it a bit slower.
^^
~Peace ‘n Love
Bagel-chan
okay -that- username was wrong ^^;
i didn’t even type it in O.o;
@ Sigma
Maybe the supervisor was in on the whole thing? D:
all i thought about while reading this was the show arthur
hahahah ruined it for me
i liked this one its cool (in a good creepy way
)
I agree with #9 and #11…
otherwise it was a good story. =]
I thought the staff put them in the part of the hospital with the non dangerous patients…
This reminds me somewhat of an old story a classmate once told me. Very good Pasta.
So…Why does 2nd Person Protagonist fight to let a guy out on his own if all he can do is sit and nod? Oh, he
can feed and groom himself! He’ll be FINE in the real world! If you ask me, the stupid bitch deserves it.
That’s why you have e-mail addresses and PO boxes
One of the blandest pastas in a while. :/
Needs some salt.
Not so much CREEPY, as. . . Well, gorey.
No suspense, no real plot, this was good for a quick warm up for some of the other pastas.
A decent entree’ sort.
Lulz, I Are teh serioos.
BUT WHO WAS ARTHUR?
Oh, wait.