This one’s an oldie, very much a work in progress. I didn’t follow any of my usual rules when writing this one, just pretty much let my fingers do what they wanted. The result is…interesting. One day, maybe, I’ll go through it with a fine-tooth comb, but you, dear reader, can have it now. As always, you can let me know what you think of it using the comment form underneath.
I Never Thought The Children Were Evil
[files removed from the office of Dr Patrick Mackenzie]
Saturday 4th May 2013
Preliminary Psychological Evaluation – Transcript
- Dr Patrick Mackenzie
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#####: Let me start by saying that I never thought the children were evil. Let’s get that out of the way for starters. Before this week I never even had a problem with them; they were always good as gold for me. I used to babysit for their mum; I called her Terri. Not sure what her actual name was, but Terri was good enough for her, and good enough for me.
Mackenzie: Why don’t you tell me what happened?
#####: Like I said, before this week, no problem. I live on the same street, don’t have a lot on most days, ideal babysitter. Terri phones me up, I say yes, me and the kids mess about for a few hours while we wait for their mum. Toys or games or chatting about the new most important thing when you’re a child, that sort of thing. They seem to like me and I’ve got a lot of time for them.
Mackenzie: You like these children?
#####: Normally, yeah, only this week things got a little bit upsetting for me. Their cat went missing, and I was mortified, I’ll tell you that now. I remember my dog went missing when I was a kid. Knew that thing from a pup. Got brought back to me a few days later; I’d been going absolutely spare. Hadn’t been to school, couldn’t eat. Anyway, it got brought back, but it was dead. Been dead a couple of days. Someone had hit it with their car and just left it there. It had a collar on and everything, address and everything, but they’d just left it there. My parents didn’t let me see it.
But these kids, seemed like they didn’t give a shit about their cat. Actually, the lad, Peter, he might have been a little upset, but he likes to copy Martha – his sister – and she just kept calling the cat stupid. I usually like the way Peter copies his sister, but not today. No way. She started saying that it might be good if the cat were injured or hurt, but then I stopped listening. I know you shouldn’t encourage behaviour like that. You’re not supposed to give any attention.
Mackenzie: It seems like you know a lot about children. Do you have any of your own?
#####: No, none of my own.
Mackenzie: OK. But you often babysit for Terri?
#####: Usually only once a week, but there was some shift change at Terri’s work and she couldn’t catch her regular bus, something like that, so I ended up at the house three times this week. That time with the cat was the first, and a couple of days later I was back there, but the cat still wasn’t. The kids were playing some stupid game for the whole three, nearly-three hours I was there. I’m sure Martha started it again. She just kept saying, “I feel siiiiick.” But she said ‘sick’ in this really weird way, with this slow grin creeping across her face. She was always trying to catch my eye on the last word, trying to look at me with that grin. Peter was trying to copy her, he was trying to convince himself it was funny, but he was laughing in this nervous way and I knew he didn’t really like it. So the kids just did that for nearly three hours; Peter copying Martha, neither of us liking it, and Martha just feeling so siiiiiiiiick.
Mackenzie: You didn’t like it, but you didn’t try to stop it either, is that right?
#####: I know kids play these stupid games sometimes, but I still didn’t like what was going on, not really. Friday night, last night, I went back there again, and I decided that I was going to say something to Terri. I knew it wasn’t my place, but I know the children pretty well and I was worried about them. They came home from school, I was watching for the bus, and when it passed by I was around. I used my key to let us all in – like I said, I’m around there all the time. Terri trusts me.
Mackenzie: How was it this time?
#####: Well, let me tell you, those kids really love to dance. They used to get me to join in, but I’ve got no stamina and my feet are too big. Anyway, the first thing they did when they got in was put on this new dance track, you know, that one that’s like, “I, I’ll follow…” You know the one. My hopes shot up; I thought they were back to normal. But then Martha went to one wall and Peter to the opposite wall – facing the wall, not moving at all, like they’d rehearsed it – and they both started singing this song so slowly I thought I’d go crazy. They were trying to put on really deep voices, but they’re so young it didn’t really work. It was kind of croaky and it really upset me. I tried to get them to stop but they just wouldn’t listen. They got louder, like they were trying to drown me out as well as the original song playing at the normal damn speed in the same room. You’re the doctor, you tell me, is that normal?
Mackenzie: Children do things that seem inexplicable. Without talking to them and discovering their motivation for the activity, I really couldn’t say.
#####: Well, I went and made a phone call at this point. My family knows about this stuff, they believe in it. I didn’t, growing up, but I thought if anyone has an answer, it’s them. My sister answered the phone and passed me to my mum. She doesn’t really believe it either – my sister, I mean – but she has to live at home, still, so she has to accept it.
Mackenzie: What ‘stuff’, ########?
#####: I explained everything to my mum and she agreed to come and have a look. Of course, my sister – Margaret, her name is – she had to come, too.
#####: I didn’t want her to, but you know. Mum has a new girl, as well, I don’t know her name. Part of the organisation. Mum teaches her about the plants and stuff, she helps around the house. Like I said, don’t know how it works.
Mackenzie: ########, you’re not answering my question. What ‘stuff’? What organisation?