Family Of Spiders- You Can’t Reason With A Sick Mind 67

   “You see, killing two young boys who held so much promise cast Alice in a very negative light, and all her intellect couldn’t change that she was nothing more than a cold-blooded serial killer who murdered innocent people because she was inadequate. There’s nothing special about her except that she’s able to kill without remorse, and in typical fashion, she created her own little world where everyone else was to blame for her crimes. My mother’s life was cut short by her evil sister, but Alice made her out to be a manipulative criminal because she hated her from when they were children. Mother got out of the house and started a family and lived her own life while Alice remained the confused girl who no one wanted anything to do with.” “Why would she make Brian LaJoie a monster,” Detective Joe Plouff asked, as if I could give him a rational answer. “Don’t ask those questions. They only serve to feed into her madness.” “But what about the families who want closure,” the young detective pleaded. “You’re free to play her game if you like, sir, but this is the last time I’m coming to this place to listen to the rantings of a twisted criminal. If you think you can decipher her gibberish then continue to humor to her, but if you were smart you let this madness go and get on with your life.”

   Detective Plouff had made the trek to the institution for over a year trying to crack Alice’s cryptic nonsense with the hopes of closing several cold cases that have haunted detectives for over four decades. He’s listened, as Alice played the role of my mother, Gil, Doane, and various other characters who have never been identified as real or fictional. Only Alice knows what’s real, but one’s sanity isn’t worth the snippets of information she throws out to keep investigators coming back for more, which keeps her sick world alive. “If we can solve one case than all this is worth it,” Plouff said. “All the time you’ve wasted talking to that lunatic you could have solved several active cases,” I replied. “But do what you want.” Doane walked into the room and asked if I was ready to leave. “Let’s go,” I replied. “Mr. Brookings,” Detective Plouff said. “Yes, sir.” “What really happened to London Siler?” Doane shook his head and then smiled. “Do you really want to know,” Doane said.