Summary: Every neighborhood has its legend, Boo Radley, “the town witch”; God knows what the Princeton children all think of House.
Lame Excuse: I’m barely 13 years old, all I can say is to not expect the works of Shakespeare! Its also my first real project!
Disclaimer: I think the fact that I wrote disclaimer could pretty much say it for itself, don’t anda think.
‘Baker Street.’ Tom Wiggens thought as he pulled the suitcase out of his dad’s Honda.
“Baker Street,” he whispered to himself. “What an original name.” he rolled the heavy suitcase onto the sidewalk and proceeded to drag it to the door of his new apartment, 220b Baker Street. He looked at the red brick apartment complex. And then he looked at all the other red brick apartment complexes. He’s been living in a hotel for a while until they moved a lot of their stuff in. ‘And I thought Jersey was mainly a forest covered place,’ The young teenager looked around Baker Street, noticing couples jogging, people walking their dogs, and a group of kids talking in the alleyway across the street. He snickered to himself, thinking, ‘I can’t believe it, a Brooklyn kid complaining about the city.’ He looked around the jalan, street again and smiled to himself. ‘Well at least there are lebih trees here…’
He carried his luggage over to the door and swung it open. As he stepped inside, he looked around the dark room that he will have to get used to for a while. To his left he noticed a small closet and as he went farther into the apartment he realized that he was in a small, living room. On his right was a small kitchen, and across the room was a hallway leading to a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom. Tom walked over to the bedroom at the very end of the hall way and had a look around. It wasn’t that big a room and he noticed that through one of the windows he had a perfect view of what was going on across the street. As he looked up and down the jalan, street through the panes of the glass to test how far he would be able to see, his eyes once again landed on the kids talking selanjutnya to they alley. It looked there was perhaps the entire neighborhood’s child population there, he wondered if they would like him, atau if he would be deemed “new kid” for the selanjutnya tahun and a half. Suddenly he felt a hand press lightly down on his shoulder.
“Hey, honey, do anda want to go outside for a bit? Meet some new friends?” To tell the truth, it was actually the very last thing he wanted to do. He had no idea what they would think of him. But he figured he would have to meet them some time atau another, and it was either that atau unpack his suitcase.
“Okay, Mom, I’ll go.”
“Make sure you’re back oleh 7:00 okay, anda have half an hour. Tom went back through the apartment and stepped back outside. Once again, he noticed the kids at the other side of the street. They were sitting down at the stoop of 223B, but the weird thing was that the kids around his age would occasionally venture towards 221B, but after they got relatively close to it, they would hurry back to 223B, as though they were afraid. It seemed like they were having some kind of competition to see who would go the farthest before they ran back to the neighboring building. Tom suddenly saw one of the older kids in the group notice his staring and glared at him, not wanting to appear nosy, he saw his father chatting with a man who lived in the apartment selanjutnya door. Nervously, he approached the crosswalk, he checked for cars and when it seemed safe, he crossed the street. As he got nearer and nearer to the group of kids he began to catch snippets of their conversation.
“Did anda see the blood on his shoes yesterday?” asked one of the older looking boys of the group.
“Yeah, anda could still see the stains on the sidewalk,” berkata another of the teenagers.
“He also had some on his shirt.”
“And his jeans!”
Tom, being the nosy 13 tahun old he was, wondered who they were talking about. He ran to the group and simply said, “Who are anda talking about?” The kids who looked around his age snapped their heads around to see the intruder of their conversation. The smaller kids only looking about 8-9 years old practically jumped at the sight of him. And the older boys simply just glared. One of them, looking about sixteen atau seventeen, was trying to see if he knew this nosy boy from anywhere. He didn’t seem familiar so he just assumed he was the new neighbor who just moved in.
“What’s your name?” he asked the new kid.
“Tom.” He said.
“Last name please?” he asked irritably.
“Wiggens” he berkata while rolling his eyes.
“So you’re the new neighbor?”
“so, anda don’t know who we’re talking about?”
“no” Tom said, really starting to get agitated.
“well of course anda don’t, you’re new.” The high schooler berkata simply.
“Oh! For Christ’s sake, will anda please just tell me who you’re talking about?” Tom practically yelled.
“Well, why didn’t anda ask?” He berkata earning multiple snickers and a few confused glares from the rest of the group. Tom just frowned.
“Okay then, for the record, we are speaking of the psychopath of Princeton, the nutcase of New Jersey, the terror of the tri-state area…”
“Damn it, Jack, quit it with the alliteration, and just tell him already!” berkata another of the older boys.
“We are speaking of the legend of Baker St.; we are speaking of Old Man Dr. Gregory House, the Mad Doctor, himself!” he berkata with emphasis earning wide eyes from the younger children of the group.
“Mad Doctor?” Tom asked snickering, “Unbelievable…”
“You should believe us anda know,” berkata another boy, this one Tom’s age. “Jack has proof.” He berkata nodding toward the sebelumnya speaker.
“Alright, I’ll tell you,” the older boy, presumably Jack, said. “About ten years yang lalu a certain Dr. Greg House moved into 221B Baker St.,” he points to the apartment that the group of kids was playing around before. “…with his girlfriend, Stacy. Now, he and Stacy were the perfect couple, taking jogs around the neighborhood together, everyone loved them. Then one hari Dr. House was gone for about a week. He was at the hospital. He came back in a wheelchair, never to be the same again. We heard that something happened to his leg, he was in constant pain, and he would never be able to run atau even walk normally again. Well anyway one night, I heard bottles breaking, people yelling, and then it all went quiet. The selanjutnya day, his girlfriend’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and she never came back.”
“What happened?” Tom asked.
“He killed her, probably stabbed her atau something, then dumped her in the car, and drove it to the Delaware River. He probably dumped the body in the river, left the car at some garbage dump…”
“Why would he do that?” Tom asked.
“Well it would look awfully suspicious if his girlfriend’s gone but there are still two cars in the driveway, don’t anda think?” He said. A very embarrassed Tom just nodded at this.
“But then why wouldn’t he just push the car into the river? Why would he take it to a dump?” He enquired again. Jack rolled his eyes.
“Well for one thing, he’s a cripple; do anda think he could have pushed the car into the river oleh himself? And also, think about how easy it would be for the police to find the girl if she was floating around in her car?” Tom nodded at this again, but he still had his doubts.
“How do anda know he’s a killer? How do anda know she just didn’t leave him? What right do anda have to accuse the worst of this man?” He interrogated. Jack frowned.
“Well, there are many stories about the Mad Doctor. And there is one that has little doubt of this man’s evil.” He says.
“What?” Tom dares.
“First off, I’m gonna say that there used to be this nice old lady who lived down the street. Her name was Esther, and well one day, Esther got sick. From what I’ve heard, she had bloody diarrhea atau something. She went to the hospital, and her doctor was the one and only, Dr. House.” He berkata gesturing to 221B. “Well anyway, in about a day, Esther died; supposedly it was total organ failure. I know, you’re probably thinking, ‘well how is that Old Man House’s fault?’ the funny thing is that about a week later, fred here,” he gestured a tall redheaded kid chewing gum. “Had bloody diarrhea,” Fred’s face flushed at that. “and his doctor berkata that it was just a digestive problem, an upset stomach!”
“How do anda know it wasn’t a completely different disease Esther had?” Tom interrogates, thinking that he finally had Jack beat this time. But he just smiles and nods his head.
“Tom, Tom, Tom, tell me. How often do anda hear about people having bloody diarrhea? Not often, right? So it’s not really that common a symptom is it? And well Fred’s doctor berkata it was a digestive problem, and well anda know old people! They always have digestive problems. anda know, that was probably what Esther really had. My bet is that the Mad Doctor knew it was a digestive problem, but he gave Esther some kind of drug that shut down all her organs. I think that he killed her, but made it look like some kind of rare, unsolved disease.” He berkata with smirk. Tom couldn’t help but think that Jack had a point. He looked at the other kids; they probably all had their doubts at first too. If all these people were so convinced that this man was a killer, then perhaps they might actually have a point.
“Fine,” Tom said. “I didn’t want to believe anda at first,” He looks the older boy in the eye. “But I guess anda can’t always get what anda want, can you?” Jack smirked.
“Okay, let me tell anda a little lebih about Old Man House,” And so the tales began. “Esther, she was only the beginning. After she died, the Mad Doctor started a kind of tradition.” Tom nods. “Ever since then, he would choose a patient once a week that would be his selanjutnya victim.” Everyone was silent; Tom noticed that many of the younger kids were gone. He figured they must have left once it started to get dark. “A lot of times he just drugs them,” Jack berkata simply. “Just like he did to Esther.” He looks at Tom evilly, “But sometimes…he likes to get creative.”
“Dr. House has been known to give his patients autopsies. I heard he did it to someone’s cat once. However, unlike most doctors, when Old Man House does an autopsy, the patient normally isn’t dead yet.” Sickening realization dawned on Tom, he felt like he was about to vomit.
“He’ll tell the family that the patient has passed away, he says that he atau she is in the morgue to await an autopsy so they can find out what the patient had. He does that every time, and all but the first statement is true. He keeps the patient on some kind of combination of drugs that makes them look dead and act dead, except for the fact that the patient is completely aware of what’s going on around them. So all in all, once a week, a patient at the hospital has an agonizing, torturous, surgery, they will eventually die of blood loss, pain, atau absolute fear. Sometimes, on quieter days in the hospital, he doesn’t even bother with the drug; he just puts the patient on restraints and then gags them so they don’t make any noise. Tell me Tom, is that how you’d like to die?”
Tom shakes his head. This man sounded horrible, it was sickening; he didn’t know if he wanted to believe it.
“Wait ‘til anda get your first look at the guy. Trust me; you’ll never doubt me again. For now I’ll say that he’s incredibly tall, looks like a zombie, and has these inhuman blue eyes that seem to freeze everything in their path.” He looks at Tom. “Hey, kid, are anda okay?” He didn’t realize he was shaking. He wiped some sweat off his brow.
“What? Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry.” He looked at his watch. 7:23. ‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘Mom wanted me back twenty menit ago’
“Um…I gotta go, bye.” He started to run back to the apartment.
“See yah, Tom!!” he heard, but not from Jack but from one of the boys his age.
“Hey Mom, sorry I’m late. Didn’t realize the time.” Tom berkata as he walked in the door.
“Oh well, time flies if you’re having fun. We’re going to go to Chile’s soon okay?” His mom said, putting some things on the dapur counter.
“So Tom, did anda make any new friends?” Tom smiled.
“Yeah, and I think I’m gonna have a great time here.”
so what do anda think?