Smith's Grove, Illinois, October 30th, fifteen years later:
Rain was pouring down on a lonely strip of highway. On this very road, a station wagon hissed along the wet road surface. The back seat of that wagon was separated from the front by a wire-mesh screen, much like a police car. It was an official car, which belonged to a sanitarium. A woman in her thirties, who was dressed in a white nurse's uniform, was driving the car, along with a tough-looking man in his forties, who sat next to her.
"What do you want me to give him?" the nurse asked the man.
"Thorazine." the man said, flatly.
"He'll barely be able to sit up." the nurse remarked.
"That's the idea." the man said, "You ever done this before?"
"Only minimum security." the nurse replied, "The only thing that ever bothers me is when they start raving on and on and..."
"You don't have anything to worry about." the man assured her, "He hasn't said a word in 15 years."
"Are there any special instructions?" the nurse asked him.
"Just try to understand what we're dealing with here!" the man answered, "Don't underestimate it!"
"Don't you think we should refer to 'it' as 'him'?" the nurse was a little surprised with what the man said.
"Suit yourself." the man said.
"What is it about this man that makes him so dangerous?" the nurse felt she was left in the dark about one too many things.
The man sighed, then began talking: "Fifteen years ago, I was told there was nothing left in him, no conscience, no reason, no understanding, in even the most rudimentary sense, of life or death or right or wrong. At first I thought they were overreacting a little, and that his actions were merely a deranged form of sibling rivalry. But then... when I met the boy..."
The man sighed again, then continued: "I met this six-year-old boy with a blank, cold emotionless face and the blackest of eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him and another seven trying to keep him locked away when I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil!"
"Don't you think you're overreacting yourself?" the nurse asked him.
"If you say so." the man said. Clearly he couldn't care less of how she felt about this.
Through the windshield, he saw a sign that read "SMITH'S GROVE - WARREN COUNTY SANITARIUM". Behind the sign was the sanitarium itself, a cold-looking building surrounded by a fence.
"The driveway's a few hundred yards up on your right." the man instructed her.
After a short while, the car drove up the driveway. Once it got closer to the building, both the man and the nurse suddenly stared out the windshield in front of them. Through the rain, on a field off to the side of the road, dimly lit by the car headlights were five patients, dressed in wind-blown white gowns, drenched by the rain, wandering aimlessly around the field.
"Since when do they let them wander around?" the nurse nearly broke in a laugh.
The nurse slowed the station wagon and pulled off to the side of the road. The man didn't seem to have any time to lose, as he jumped out the car and ran into the darkness. The nurse didn't particularly understood what he was fed up about, especially since the patients seem to be harmless. At the moment anyways. In any event, there's nothing she or the man could be worried about. She searched her pockets, looking for a cigarette and a lighter. That moment, she was distracted. She heard something fall on the rooftop, but didn't see where it came from. She peered around, but with the rain obscuring every sight through the window, plus the dark of the night, it was a hard thing to do. She tried anyway. Suddenly, the window on her left clashed. And just as quickly, a hand had grabbed her by the throat. She tried to scream, but the hand's grip on her throat kept her from doing so. Knowing how the drugs, that most sanitariums feed their patients with, usually work on patients, she was surprised to feel how hard his grip was on her. This very thought that crossed her mind, despite the fact it was but for a split second, it was enough for her to be distracted again, as the hand pulled her out of the car. The nurse kicked, swung with her fists, hoping this would somehow stop him, but she realized only too late that her assailant was on the car's roof and not standing next to the car. The hand managed to pull her out, causing her face to fall on some of the glass shards that were left of the car's window. The nurse rolled herself up, felt her face there were she felt she was cut. She felt it were wet, but wasn't sure if was water from the rain, or blood. She sensed somebody jumped from the roof and onto the ground. But before she could turn around to look, someone had grabbed her by her hair. She screamed as the hand held tighter to her hair. She screamed and tried to hit that hand in order for it to let go. But to no avail. Before her very eyes, another hand appeared, holding a glass shard from the window. She screamed even louder, as the shard came closer to her throat. As it sliced her throat from one side to another, the scream grew fainter, and eventually stopped.
The man heard the scream. He spun around to look. The area was dimly lit, but he could clearly make out another patient in the same white robes as everyone else. He hoped that the patient wouldn't be whoever he thought it'd be. He ran back to the car as fast as he could. But all he could do was watch this patient get inside the station wagon, take off and disappear down the road into the darkness. He was too late!
He wasn't the only one who heard the scream. Somebody inside the building switched on the light outside. That's when the man saw the nurse, her neck red with blood, her dead eyes staring out into the darkness of the night.
Somebody got outside the building, demanding an explanation: "What the heck is going on here!?"
"He's gone!" the man cried, "The evil's gone!"