Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24987453-20141228203035

Part 1:

They say he is still out there. His body not yet rusted, the battery of a heart is not yet corroded, the tubes that carry his bodily fluids have not yet ruptured. For many, his name has become one of myth, a name known to many children, adolescents and adults in the New York Metropolitan Area. His story, changed by generations of adults and children, passed down from father to son, friend to friend. He is an enigma, a shadow, a distant memory.

It all began in the early 1940s. A young scientist by the name of Perkins had just built a laboratory on Roosevelt Island, a narrow body of land in the East River between Manhattan and Queens. The building was not quite a lab, it was merely an old brick mansion that had been repurposed through the addition of medical equipment. It was also where Dr. Perkins lived, since the lab was only located in the house's basement. Perkins lived in the house with his wife and two lab assistants that had living quarters in the attic. At the time, Dr. Perkins was known by some as a strange reclusive man. He had his groceries dropped off on the front porch, and no one hadever seen him leave the house. From a young age, Perkins had been facinated with the apendix, a small wormlike extension of the large intestine with no known function. He was fascinated with how the appendix, a small and insignificant organ, could rupture and kill a grown man. Because of this, Perkins hoped to develop a way of destroying the appendix without surgery, as appenectomies were much more risky in the early 1940s. After a period of extensive research, Perkins developed an injectable cancer that targeted only the cells found in the appendix. Dr. Perkins decided to test the cure on himself, as his wife and lab assisstants were not willing to be injected with the strange cure. Shortly after injection, strange things began to occur within Dr. Perkins' body. First, the appendix was destroyed, but instead of the cells having been killed, the appendix was replaced by a black, gangrenous sludge. Within forty-eight hours, almost all of his body was gangrenous. His skin had turned into a rotten, black, and vile substance that was completely devoid of any humanoid features. Perkins relaized that he must act fast if he wanted to live. He cut out the gangrenous skin, and as he did, green and yellow pus oozed from the knife marks, and stained the floor. First, he inserted an electric motor into his chest cavity to replace his heart. Next, he ran rubber tubing throughout his body to replicate blood vessels. Finally, he turned his skeleton into iron. His wife immediately fainted after seeing his new body. When she awoke, Perkins explained to her that this would be his new self.

Two weeks later, Perkins noticed that there were letters being sent to his wife from a man that Perkins was unfamiliar with. Upon opening one of the letters, Perkins realized that his wife was cheating on him. The surgery had affected the doctor's brain, and in an act of blind rage, he injected his wife with the appendicitis "cure". To prevent himself from being discovered, Perkins also injected the two lab assistants. To destroy the evidence, he set fire to the lab and fled, never to be seen again by a living person for another fifty years.

In the mid-1960s, there was a rash of disappearances in Northern New Jersey, specifically the areas of Parsippany, Mahwah and Morristown. The  victims bodies were later found with rotten, gangrenous skin, similar to Dr. Perkins himself after being injected by the "cure". After the New Jersey incidents, many became afraid and fearful of going near Ramapo Mountain, where he was thought to be hiding. Soon, the police began to patrol the areas near the mountain, only to find a small piece of rubber tubing that was stained with blood. The DNA test results were inconclusive. The attacks came to a complete stop after the National Guard posted a patrol on Interstate 287, suspecting many to believe that Perkins was hiding in the Ramapo Mountains.

Part 2:

''The following is a written testimony of a witness. The New Jersey State Police that has released this to the public to help find the man responsible for the attack at Ramapo Mountain. The following events occured on July 6, 2013. ''

"It was about nine or ten in the morning, and I was walking through Ramapo Mountain Forest.  All of a sudden, I heard footsteps, although I saw no one walking near me, and the park was near desserted (sic) at the time.  As I continued walking, the footsteps increased until they sounded like they were right behind me. I spun around, and saw a man standing there with a needle.  I screamed and fled, but the needle scraped my arm.  As I ran, the man's sleeve fell, revealing a metal arm that reflected the sunlight.  I ran towards the interstate, the "man" always right behind.  As soon as I ran to about 100 feet from the interstate, the "man" took off into the forest.  I noticed the spot where the man had injected me had turned black and was about to fall off.  The wound leaked blood and yellow pus.  A driver on I-287 stopped and took me to the police station.  This is when he told me the legend of Dr. Perkins, a legend I now believe is true."

''The police have searched the area and have found nothing. We reccomend that hikers avoid the Ramapo Mountain State Forest, and if drivers on Interstates 287 and 87 see any suspicious activity, they should report it immediately to the State Police. ''

NOTE: This is my first serious attempt at a creepypasta, and I would appreciate some feedback. Thank you! 