Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the border of the known. You are now at the outer most edge of reason, where the normal becomes the weird and the weird becomes the only thing left to grasp.

Tonight’s featured story is a tragic tale of greed, gluttony, and the madness caused by a selfish mind gone unchecked.

I welcome you to rivercrest asylum for the mentally ill.

Enjoy your stay!

I look at the last file of the day while sitting at my desk. I have to give weekly progress reports on all of the patients in my care. For the most part they are all doing better every week, all except for one. The file says very little about him, It says he was remanded into state care at age 10, suffering from an eating disorder. He was received at close to 200 pounds, now you would expect the problem to be over eating but no it was quite the opposite. The young boy refused to eat anything at all, after a week of complete refusal his mother gave him up to hospital care where he was, and still is, force fed through a tube.

His mother stopped coming to visit, she just could not watch her little boy grow thinner and thinner every day. Soon after that he stopped communicating with everyone. No matter how much they pushed he would not answer them in any way. He was later transferred to rivercrest mental hospital where he has stayed ever since.

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He has gone through several doctors since then, and on the first day that his file was set on my desk his last doctor told be plainly that he was a lost cause. I immediately went to introduce myself, I like to give my first name to my patients, it gives them a sense that they know me personally and it makes it easier for them to trust me. All he did when I spoke to him was stare at me with a blank eyed look from his bloodshot eyes. His physical condition is jarring to see for the first few times, it seems that every time you see him he has managed to lose weight. He is bed ridden, his emaciated form glued to a bed he is no longer strong enough to leave.

Every session starts and ends the same way, I say hello and he stares, I talk about the feelings that might have lead him to this and he stares, I talk about the people who want to see him get better and he stares. I always end the session by telling him that he will get better and he stares.

I spoke to his friends and teachers, and they all had the same thing to say, He was a boy who loved to eat, especially chocolate. then one day he won a contest of some sort and when he came back he refused to eat food of any kind. I tried to speak to his mother but she had moved from the last known address that the hospital had on file.

One day, one of the attendants who was charged with cleaning his bed sores brought in a chocolate bar, now I don't have much in the way of a sweet tooth but this chocolate bar is immediately recognizable. Its purple and red and has a huge W on the front. These new chocolate bars have been flooding the market since the company had come under new ownership.

My patient, bed ridden, feeble, and unresponsive as he may have been, took notice of the candy. What happened next I did not witness but was told about in excruciating detail by the two orderlies who had to pry him off of the attendant. He got out of bed, as impossible as that may seem, and proceeded to rip and tear at the attendants face. By the time they managed to get him to let go the poor mans nose, lips, and eyeballs were an unrecognizable mess of ruined tissue.

The patient has been restrained and I am having him transferred as soon as the possibility presents itself. he needs to be locked up in a higher security facility.

As I sit and write this final entry into his file, drink in hand, I find myself wishing that the file of Augustus gloop had never crossed my desk.