User:Conceited demon

Looking back, the signs should have been obvious. Things wandering the night, that strange man... Maybe I should start at the beginning. We had just moved to Nowhere, Ohio, for my dad's job and were unpacking when I first saw him. He was a few yards down from our house, crossing the street. Normally, I wouldn't have thought much about it, but the man looked like he stepped out of an old photo. Three piece suit, bowler hat, bushy mustache, the works. He had a pocket watch chain hanging from his coat and was really giving off the old English gentleman vibe. "maybe he's going to a costume party," I thought to myself. Then our eyes locked on each other, and a chill brushed down my back. I didn't know why, he was probably just an old man, but dread seemed to clench around my stomach. I averted my gaze and he walked briskly away. Everything was fine for a few weeks, And I dismissed my encounter with the man. I started to explore the town, and eventually came to a dilapidated building promising new and used wares. My curiosity got the best of me. And I pushed the door open, rust flying from the hinges. An old lady looked up from her phone and gave a slight smile as I scrolled through the junk on the table. Eventually I came to a grainy photo of a man in a bowler hat. It was the guy I saw a few weeks ago. "Excuse me?" I walked up to the counter. Can you tell me who this is? The lady's eyes softened. "that man is Dr. Godwin. He used to work at the hospital, but got sued for malpractice and quit. I haven't seen him since." I thanked her and went on my way, relieved that all I was afraid of was an old doctor. I walked home and got on the Internet, wondering what Dr. Godwin did that was so bad. I gasped when I saw. The man had appeared to have gone crazy. He was operating on a patient and began to cram as many tools as he could fit in their chest cavity. The boy he was working on died, and the parents sued the hospital. I closed out of my web page, goosebumps popping up on my arms. I rubbed them a bit and went outside, needing some fresh air to clear my head. The next thing I remember, a sharp pain spread across my head, and I slipped into unconsciousness. I woke up in a dark room, squinting through the dark. A man sat in a corner, the dim light reflecting off his white lab coat. I tried to sit up, but leather restraints held me down to a cold gurney. "What are you doing?!" I yelled, cursing and spitting at Dr. Godwin. His eyes glinted, and I could tell now that he had gone mad. "I'm going to run Agee tests, okay?" He asked, his voice dripping with honey. "What? No! Not okay!" I thrashed, but he held me down and stuck a long needle in my arm. "Hush, now, I'm just doing an experiment." "With me?!" He exploded with rage, blood coloring his cheeks. "Yes, with you, you idiot! You'll die for the good of mankind!" I could still see and feel and hear everything, but my body went limp. "You can't work on kids, they said, them and their morals." Dr. Godwin looked at me. " I bet you didn't know the small pox vaccine was invented by rubbing infected pus in children's wounds." He brandished a long thin life and pressed it to my chest. "My opinion is that laws are restraining progress. What I'm doing is illegal, but it's for the greater good." "What are you doing?" I asked, quivering. "Testing the limits of the human mind when under extreme pain." He replied, digging his knife into my chest.