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PROPERTY OF SMITH'S GROVE SANITARIUM
Case Number: 131 Patient: Myers, Michael Date Of Birth: 10/19/57 Admitted By: State Date Of Admission: 11/1/63 Status: Standard
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Michael was admitted to Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium by the state after his parents, Peter and Edith Myers found that he had fatally stabbed his sister, Judith Myers, on Oct 31. Michael's parents returned home to find him in their front yard, knife in hand, and with a blank expression.
In a statement by Peter Myers to the head of the Smith's Grove psychiatric board, Dr. Adam Vincent, he remarks on Michael's apathetic nature. The following is the previously mentioned statement:
"Michael was always a different boy: no friends, no pets, and barely ever spoke.
All Michael did was sleep, eat, brush his teeth, repeat. Sure, he had a life outside of his daily routine, but it wasn't much.
Kids at school would pick on him, and I even saw it when I dropped him off at school, but it didn't look like he cared. I just don't understand him, and I don't think I ever will. I hope you can fix my boy, doc. It won't bring my daughter back, but please fix him'.
Upon arrival at Smith's Grove, Michael was immediately seen by Dr. Adam Vincent.
Dr. Vincent attempted to interview Michael, but Myers simply would not speak. The following is a transcript from the failed interview.
[start]
Dr. Vincent: My name is Dr. Adam Vincent, the date is November 1st, 1963, and I'm joined by a newcomer, Michael Audrey Myers. He is six years old and was admitted to Smith's Grove by the state after murdering his sister with a large kitchen knife. Now that we have all of that out of the way; how are you, Michael?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Vincent: Do you feel bad for doing what you did?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Vincent: Your father told me you were quiet, but I didn't know you were this quiet, haha.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Vincent: Patient appears to be severely withdrawn, his eyes only staring forward, and with no movement whatsoever. Sorry about that, Michael: I have to record this little talk we're having, but you know what? It would be an even better talk if you would say something to me.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Vincent: Fine, how about this: why did you kill Judith, Michael? Your own sister. She was minding her own business, and you stabbed her to death with a knife. Why, Michael? Why would you do such a thing?
Myers: (Turns to face the wall).
Dr. Vincent: Michael? Why don't you want to look at me? Did I upset you?
Dr. Vincent: (Touches Myers on the shoulder).
Myers: (Immediately removes Dr. Vincent's hand from his shoulder).
Dr. Vincent: The patient is shutting me out completely. I'm going to have to shut down this interview if you can call it that. Do you want to say goodbye, Michael?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Vincent: That's what I thought. Well, goodbye, Michael.
[End]
After the interview, Myers was escorted to his living quarters in the children's wing of the facility. Upon arriving at the children's wing, Myers was to be photographed, as per facility
rules. Complications arose when the flash on the camera went off. As the picture was taken, Myers immediately turned his back to the photographer, resulting in a blurry, incoherent photo.
After a bit of coaxing Myers, the photographer was able to get him to face forward. The photographer claimed to have covered the flash with a towel, thinking that Myers was alarmed by the sudden bright light. However, the resulting photo was that of Myers' silhouette, rendering the photo useless. The photographer cited Patient Admission Guideline 2' when confronted by Smith's Grove director, Thomas Blythe
The photographer stated that nowhere in 'Patient Admission Guideline 2' does it say that one is obligated to take a photo that shows the patient's face. The photographer further argued that Myers was a "stubborn little guy", not allowing him to take a proper photo. The said guideline has since been updated.
Due to this loophole, Myers's admission photo was left as it was.
On November 2nd, Myers was to be given a mandatory psychological evaluation.
Before the state was to decide on whether to keep Myers for a finite time or indefinitely, his mental state had to be examined by a specialist in child psychology. Dr. Adam Vincent referred Myers to Dr. Samuel Loomis, an expert in child psychiatry.
Dr. Loomis was given the assignment at 10:31 AM by Dr. Vincent, and the evaluation was to take place at 1:00 PM. However, the evaluation had to be set back to 2:28 PM, because Myers was engaging in uncooperative behavior.
Myers refused to leave his living quarters. No matter what staff would say or do, Myers would only sit on his bed, looking straight at the wall. As per facility rules, especially in the children's wing, staff are to find any other means of getting patients out of their room before resorting to physical removal.
Dr. Loomis eventually came to Myers's living quarters in an effort to get him out through persuasion.
According to witnesses at the scene, Dr. Loomis knelt by Myers' bedside, looking up at his face. Loomis, still looking directly at Myers, reached into his coat pocket, pulling from it a piece of paper. Dr. Loomis unfolded the paper, revealing to Myers a photo of his house. Myers slid from his bed and onto the floor, following Dr. Loomis out of his living quarters.
The following is a transcript of the evaluation.
(See page 4.)
[start]
Dr. Loomis: It is November 2nd, 1963. My patient, Michael is sitting across from me - (whispering) I'm talking about you, pal. (Normal tone) and he hasn't uttered a word since his arrival at Smith's Grove sanitarium, at least not that we've heard. Alright, friend: why have you followed me here?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: [whispering] Could it be because I showed you a photo of your home? Do you want to go home, friend?
Myers: Home.
Dr. Loomis: Ah, see? You can speak to me, Michael. I won't bite. Now, why are you here?
Myers: Judith.
Dr. Loomis: Right; Judith. What do you remember about Judith?
Myers: Sister.
Dr. Loomis: Indeed, Michael, indeed. You're doing very well. Since you're doing so well at answering my questions, I think you deserve a reward. How about candy, Michael? Here, take it.
Dr. Loomis: (waits for Myers to take candy).
Myers: (Slowly reaches out to retrieve candy).
Dr. Loomis: There you go. Go on: eat it. It's cherry.
Myers: (Motionless, silent).
Dr. Loomis: Well, you can eat it whenever you feel like. Now, let's talk about what happened to Judith. Do you want to talk about that, Michael?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: You won't get into any trouble.
Myers: (Silent).
(Dr. Loomis is Right.): Let's move on then. You were trick or treating, right? How much candy did you get? was it any good, or just tons of apples that old geezers like myself hand out?
Myers: Judith.
[see page 51)
Dr. Loomis: Oh, well what about her, Michael?
Myers: Alone.
Dr. Loomis: was she alone?
Myers: Me.
Dr, Loomis: Why were you alone?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Was she meant to be babysitting you, Michael?
Myers: Judith.
Dr. Loomis: Yes, Michael: Judith.
(Silence)
Dr. Loomis: How do you feel about Judith?
Myers: What?
Dr. Loomis: How do you feel about Judith, Michael? Was she nice to you, maybe a bit mean like my sister was?
Myers: Feel.
Dr. Loomis: Yes, Michael. How do you feel about Judith?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Do you know what "feel'" means, Michael?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: To feel is normal, Michael. We all feel, in some way or another.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: We all get happy, sad, angry, and so on and so forth. Do you ever get angry Michae]?
Myers: (Hangs head).
Dr. Loomis: Do you ever get sad?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Do you ever get happy?
Myers: (Silent).
(see page 6]
Dr. Loomis: I see. Your silence speaks much louder than your words, Michael. would you like me to explain my feelings to you?
Myers: (Raises head).
Dr. Loomis: Alright. Well, feelings are what make people happy, sad, or angry. Right now, I'm happy to be with you, but I'm sad that you don't know what my feelings are. Do you feel anything like happy, sad, or angry right now, Michael?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Oh, Michael: how confused you must be in this world. You know, I once met a little boy, not much older than yourself, who didn't know what his feelings were. I taught him the idea, how to understand what people are feeling, and so on. Do you want me to begin teaching you too, Michael?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: We can do that later. Right now, let's just focus on this moment. Where are we, Michael?
Myers: Room.
Dr. Loomis: Yes: we're in a room. What color is it?
Myers: White.
Dr. Loomis: Where is this room? What is the big building built around the room called?
Myers: Smith's Grove.
Dr. Loomis: You're right, Michael! And what's today's date? What number of days in the month of November are we in right now?
Myers: 2nd.
Dr. Loomis: Good job, Michael. You're a bright child: you just need some help is all. Well, that's all the time we have for now, Michael. It was marvelous talking with you, my friend. I look forward to our next talk, but until then, take care, my friend.
Myers: (Escorted from the room).
Dr. Loomis: Michael seems to be experiencing the classic symptoms of childhood psychopathy: no emotion, no understanding of right or wrong, no moral compass.
Michael, as distant as he may seem, is very lucid, and very much aware of his surroundings. It would appear that all he does is listen, watch, learn.
If his father's statement is accurate, I would say that Michael could even be experiencing obsessive compulsions. We'll see where this leads us, but for now, I would advise holding onto him until we can figure out why he murdered his
[End]
Following the conclusion of Dr. Loomis' interview, Myers was once again taken for his mandatory admission photograph. In this instance, the photographer opted to use lighting from an open window and even implemented overhead lighting. Said photo can be seen below.
The photographer stated that this method of photography was easier for Myers, as he didn't move a muscle during the process. After the successful photo shoot, Myers was escorted back to his living quarters. Additionally, Myers was gifted a notebook and a box of crayons, as requested by Dr. Loomis.
The idea behind this gift, as Dr. Loomis worded it, was to "possibly get a glimpse into Michael's psyche". Dr. Adam Vincent approved the gift and allowed Myers to use it whenever he wished.
On November 9th, Myers was scheduled for another appointment with Dr. Loomis.
In this instance, Myers showed no resistance or hesitance in following Dr. Loomis out of his living quarters.
Loomis remarked on Myers' sudden cooperative nature, citing it as the "beginning of a bond of trust".
The following is a transcript of Myers and Loomis' 2nd interview.
(See page 8.)
[starti
Dr. Loomis: Welcome back, Michael. I see you have that notepad I gave you. Do you like it?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: You can show me what you've drawn if you'd like.
Myers: (Extends arm to Loomis, giving him said notepad).
Dr. Loomis Let's see... Very good, Michael! Is this smiling girl your sister? (Points to Myers' drawing).
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Well, whoever it may be, you did a good job, my friend. (Flips through pages of notepad).
Dr. Loomis: Oh. Michael. What is this? (Points to Myers' drawing).
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: She has a big smile, but it seems she's hurt, isn't she?
Myers: What?
Dr. Loomis: In the drawing, Michael. You drew a happy smile, but she's badly hurt. Looks like she may have been hurt by a sharp object.
Myers: Hurt.
Dr. Loomis: Oh, my boy. Do you not know what it means to be hurt?
Myers: (Hangs head).
Dr. Loomis: When you hurt someone, it can make them sad, angry, or even afraid. To be afraid is another feeling, Michael.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: (Plips through pages of notepad) Ah, see? Now this one is just right, my friend. (Points to Myers' drawing).
Myers: (Looks up at drawing).
Dr. Loomis: A big, happy family, right? Very good job.
[see page 9]
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Now, all I ask is this: why have you drawn the mother, father, and sister in black, but not the son?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Could it be that you don't like them? Maybe they were mean to you?
Myers: (Silent)
Dr. Loomis: I know plenty of children who had mean families, Michael. It's alright to talk about it.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: Well, I quite like the picture: shows character.
Myers: (Silent)
Dr. Loomis: (Plips through pages of notepad). Oh, would you look at that? Is that man meant to be me, Michael? (Points to Myers' drawing).
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: I ask because of the little boy sitting across from the man. Do you know what strikes me about this drawing?
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: The man isn't drawn in black; he's drawn in blue.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: The boy is still drawn in red but the man is in blue. Blue is a tranquil, relaxing, and beautiful color.
Myers: (Silent).
Dr. Loomis: (Looks at the clock). Well, my friend, it appears that we're out of time. It was wonderful to speak with you again, Michael Just like last time, I'll be back, my friend. I'll be back.
Myers: (Escorted from the room).
Dr. Loomis: It would seem that Michael is far more expressive in his drawings than in his words. His actions speak for themselves. His deliberate, rigid movements may signify a certain discomfort, but that is just speculation.
An enigmatic, psychopathic young boy, but not a lost cause by any means. His father will be visiting him tomorrow, so I must remember to be present for that meeting. Now... Where is my? Well, I seem to have misplaced my pencil. I guess I'11 just have to keep a mental note of that meeting.
(End]
Approximately two hours after Michael Myers' appointment, Edith Myers, his mother, visited the facility. Mrs. Myers appeared distraught, according to Abigail Lancer, the Smith's Grove receptionist. Mrs. Myers exhibited behavior perceived as "sporadic", and "fidgety". Ms. Myers wished to deliver a message to the psychiatric board, insisting that it was "urgent".
Ms. Lancer attempted to calm Mrs. Myers, but the situation only escalated.
Through so-called "frantic rambling", Ms. Lancer was able to decipher some of Mrs. Myers's messages to the facility. "Don't let Peter sees him, "Don't let him get out of this fucking place',
', and "Michael isn't human" were some of the sentences Ms. Lancer could decipher.
Mrs. Myers was escorted out of the facility by security, still ranting and raving about her son, Michael. This message was passed down to Dr. Adam Vincent, who then passed it on to Dr. Samuel Loomis. Loomis then decided to tape his thoughts on the situation. The following is a transcript of said tape recording.
(See page 14.)
On November 10th, at 7:30 AM, a mandatory shakedown was performed in Myers' living quarters.
Orderlies searched underneath Myers' bed, between the sheets, and even searched his person, but found no cause for concern. Myers was cooperative throughout the process, earning him the right to proceed with his father, Peter Myers' visit.
The visit was scheduled for 1:00 PM, giving Myers time to see Dr. Robert Callahan, Smith's Grove physician.
Callahan tested Myers's seemingly limited range of motion: checking for muscle stiffness, hernias, broken or fractured bones, and possible head injuries, but found nothing of the sort. Dr. Callahan noted Myers' unwillingness to be touched, stating that he would "take a step back, turn his back to me, or begin to walk away. He wasn't as difficult as the schizos, but still a pain in the ass".
Myers' physical lasted a span of approximately 40 minutes: stretching from 11:20 AM to 12:00 PM, due to his less-than-ideal behavior. Upon concluding the checkup, Dr. Loomis was sent to escort Myers to the visitation room. Peter Myers arrived at approximately 12:40 PM to check in, bringing with him one of Michael's possessions. The item in question was a defaced birthday card.
[start]
Dr. Loomis: Alright. All set to talk.
Peter Myers: Thanks, doc. Hey, Mikey. What's it been like here?
Michael Myers: (Silent).
Peter Myers: Thought you said he was talking to you, Loomis.
Dr. Loomis: Take your time, Mr. Myers. Michael will open up in due time.
Peter Myers: (Sighs). Fine. Anyway, I brought you this, (Remove birthday card from coat pocket).
Dr. Loomis: Michael, did you draw on that card?
Michael Myers: (Silent).
Peter Myers: He did. It was for his 5th birthday, and we found it again in his room with all of these drawings on it.
Dr. Loomis: Oh, Michael: why have you done that to your birthday card?
Michael Myers: (Silent).
Peter Myers: Michael! why did you draw this on -
Dr. Loomis: There's no need for shouting, Mr. Myers.
Peter Myers: Loomis, he's my son.
Dr. Loomis: But we don't want to upset Michael, do we?
Peter Myers: Upset him? Upset him?! Doctor, Michael killed my daughter!
Michael Myers: (Hangs head).
Security guard: (Opens door). Is everything okay in here?
Dr. Loomis: Yes, everything is -
Peter Myers: Yes, yes, yes. Everything's fine.
Security guard: Alright then. (Closes door).
Peter Myers: (Whispering). Michael, look at me. I just wanna know why, Michael. Why would you do this to us? What did Judith do to deserve that?
[see page 17]
Michael Myers: (Silent).
Peter Myers: (Normal tone). That's why I brought your birthday card. I wanted to see if it would trigger some kind of reaction. I wanted to see if maybe, just maybe it would remind you of why you did it. I don't know why I thought it would work, because Mister Big Time Shrink over here is supposed to know all that psycho stuff, but I'm desperate.
Michael Myers: (Silent).
Peter Myers: (Voice trembling). I should've known you'd do this. I - I just couldn't admit it to myself.
Dr. Loomis: Admit what?
Peter Myers: (Stifled sobs). That Michael isn't like us. (Sniffling).
Dr. Loomis: When was this first apparent?
Peter Myers: (Sighs, sniffling). It always was. When Edith gave birth to him, we thought he was a stillborn. He wasn't crying, he wasn't moving, hell, he was barely breathing. The doctors scrambled to find out what was wrong, but he was as healthy as could be. The doctors couldn't explain it. They told us to keep an eye on him, so we did. (Sobs). Sorry.
Dr. Loomis: No need to apologize,
Peter. It's alright; go on.
Peter Myers: (Sniffling). Me and Edith would check up on Michael every night, just to see if our little boy was still (stifled sobs).. breathing. He was so quiet: never making noise or anything like
that. We never knew when he was hungry, so Edith breastfed him whenever we thought he went too long without being fed.
Dr. Loomis: Quite unusual. Go on, Peter.
Peter Myers: we thought he'd grow out of it, but he just didn't. He didn't learn to walk until he was four, and he didn't start speaking until he was five. God, the way he moves: it's inhuman. He's like an alien, Loomis.
Dr. Loomis: Let's not speak 111 of Michael, especially while he is in the room with
Peter Myers: Whatever you say, doc. You didn't have to bury the family dog.
Dr. Loomis: Go on...
Peter Myers: Rascal was a good, loving boy. That dog never hurt anyone. Actually, he'd sit in Michael's lap and lick his face whenever he got the chance.
Michael wouldn't even blink, he'd just sit there and stare at fucking nothing. One day, Rascal got all riled up by some kids playing outside. He wouldn't stop barking.
He had his paws up on the window sill, barking at those loud kids outside.
Dr. Loomis: What happened to Rascal, Peter?
[see page 181)
Peter Myers: (Voice trembling). I went to calm Rascal down, but when I got there, I saw him lying on the floor. (Stifled sobs). He - he was just laying there, you know? And Michael. Michael was just fucking standing there, looking at our dead dog. I yelled "Michael what did you do?", and that's when he said his first word.
Dr. Loomis: What did he say?
Peter Myers: "Quiet". He didn't even look at me. No, all that little shit said was "quiet", and stood there.. Doctor, do you believe in evil?
Dr. Loomis: No. Evil is a human construct, not an achievable state of being for anyone or anything. Nothing is black and white in this world, Peter.
Peter Myers: You gotta be blind then, doctor. You've seen what he's done, how he acts, what he draws, so how can you say you don't believe in evil?
Dr. Loomis: People are capable of awful things, but there's always a psychological reason behind their crimes. Nobody does anything without reason.
Peter Myers: You know, I had a little hope that you educated, fancy shrinks could fix him, but if you don't want to accept that there's nothing left of him, then there's nothing you can do to piece him together. You wouldn't fix a broken window if you couldn't see the cracks, right?
Dr. Loomis: Peter, Michael is not exempt from salvation. He just needs -
Peter Myers: Doc! There's nothing left! No understanding of life or death, right or wrong good or evil nothing!
Dr. Loomis: Peter, calm down -
Peter Myers: Michael! Look at me! Why did you kill your sister?!
Security guard: (Opens door). Is every -
Peter Myers: (Grabs Michael). Look at me!
Michael Myers: (Opens notepad, revealing a pencil).
Dr. Loomis: Michael!
Michael Myers: (Jabs pencil into Peter's neck).
Security guard: Hey! (Dashes to aid Peter.)
(Unintelligible shouting)
Security guard: He's bleeding out! Someone call an ambulance!
(Emergency alarm sounding off)
Dr. Loomis: My pencil.
[End]
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