INSANE

News Story

"Breaking news: There's been a jailbreak out of an insane asylum in Texas, anyone around this area please stay inside your homes as the prisoners are all incredibly dangerous.

New York City, 13th December

I’ve been planning this for a while… To run away, to find my parents. They disappeared about 4 days ago with no trace of where they'd gone. So we took it upon ourselves to find them. We’ve run away from our Aunt’s house with a backpack of everything we need and we've plotted and planned the route all the way to Pennsylvania where Jasper, my brother would meet me at where our parents last said they were going. They said they had some beef with an old friend (who had just gotten out of prison) near Gettysburg, at the Presbyterian Church. This was normal as they could both be pretty difficult people and they had to settle disputes quite often. But that night they went out as confident as ever but they never came back…

Gettysburg, 16th December

We’ve just arrived at the Presbyterian Church and I’m already getting uneasy. It’s got that creepy feel that you only get from being in the dark on your own… except that I'm not on my own and we aren’t in the dark. I suddenly hear a muffled voice in the distance, shouting "get off me" in panic… Probably my imagination. We climb over the wall and have just started walking through the graveyard when I notice a freshly dug grave, a very fresh grave. I bend over and check the gravestone. It clearly displays ‘Samuel Kobe: born 1953 6th July, Died 1997 16th December’. As soon as I see the date I'm on my knees digging instantly screaming, “Jasper!! Get down here!!”

“Danny what is it?!” his voice shouting out in distress.

“I’ve found dad's grave! It says he died today and it’s only 8 in the morning!”

Jasper was there in a flash, his hands a whirlwind as they dug up the soft, powdery earth. Almost the second we started to dig I hear another muffled sob. I knew then what I had heard back there was Dad. I start digging faster and more vigorously. After digging extensively for almost a minute my hand touches a shirt.

“Jasper, I‘ve found him!”

“We need to uncover his face so he can breathe!” says Jasper. We expose his face and sure enough it was Dad… Except he wasn’t breathing.

“I can do CPR” says Jasper desperately,” I could save him”

He pumps Dad’s chest and breaths into his mouth for over a minute but Dad doesn't wake up. A grim silence comes over us as we realise that even if we could restart his heart, the damage to his brain would be too great.

We sit there for about a minute until we hear cruel, bitter laughter and feminine screams coming from the church. We both sit up straight and look at each other. It's Mum.