𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

Just a heads-up: The following chapters may have some minor language and touch on sensitive topics that could be a bit uncomfortable or disturbing. Your discretion is advised.

Also, a quick note: Eloise's thoughts and opinions in these chapters are part of her journey and growth. They aren't necessarily mine, and if you disagree with what she's saying, that's okay—she's meant to be wrong, just because Eloise is seen as a smart character doesn't mean she's doesn't have errors. I'm hoping to avoid writing chapters like 4 and 5 in the future, not knowing why I'm trying to make myself suffer.

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-𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 - 𝟾:𝟺𝟻 𝙿.𝙼-

𝐈 sat on my bed, the folder containing my assignment resting heavily in my lap. The name "Albert Fish" stared back at me, an ominous reminder of the dark path ahead. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Mia had been right; this was going to be a challenge.

Flipping open the folder, I began to read. Albert Fish, also known as the "Brooklyn Vampire" and the "Boogey Man," was a serial killer and cannibal who preyed on children in the early 20th century. His crimes were horrifying, the stuff of nightmares. But what drove him to commit such atrocities? Was it a deep-seated mental illness, or something else entirely?

I pulled out my notebook and started jotting down notes. The more I read, the more a pattern began to emerge. Fish's childhood had been marked by severe abuse and neglect. He was sent to an orphanage where he was frequently beaten and tortured. Could these early experiences have shaped his later behavior? It seemed likely.

Hours passed as I immersed myself in the details of Fish's life and crimes, trying to piece together the puzzle. The room grew darker as the evening wore on, but I barely noticed. I was consumed by the task at hand.

At some point, Mia knocked on my door. "Eloise, you okay in there?"

"Yeah," I replied, not looking up from my notes. "Just... trying to make sense of all this."

She came in and sat on the edge of my bed. "It's a lot to take in, isn't it?"

I nodded. "I knew this assignment would be hard, but I didn't realize how much it would affect me. Reading about what he did... it's hard to wrap my head around it."

Mia reached over and squeezed my hand. "Well don't worry too much, plus what's so confusing."

I smiled slightly, but the frustration still lingered. "It's how he got caught."

I flipped through my notes, finding the passage I had highlighted. "Fish wrote a letter to the mother of one of his victims, detailing what he had done. It was the letter that ultimately led to his arrest. It's like he wanted to be caught, or maybe he just couldn't resist boasting about his crimes."

Mia's expression turned somber. "That's... disturbing. Why would anyone do that?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," I replied, running a hand through my hair. "There has to be more to it than just wanting to brag. Maybe he felt a twisted sense of pride or some kind of compulsion to confess. It's like he needed people to know what he was capable of."

As I delved deeper into the case, I began to see patterns that suggested Fish's behavior was more than just random acts of violence. There was a method to his madness, a chilling logic that guided his actions. The way he chose his victims, the rituals he performed, even the letters he wrote—they all pointed to a mind that was both deeply disturbed and highly calculating.