Endus by NothingAtAll

Hampton was a house hold name in this town long ago, though that faded when he was born. His birth was surrounded by death, and his name was given by a psychic. His mother died while giving birth to him and his father committed suicide not long after. His twin sibling died before their mother could give birth. The name the psychic gave him scared the inhabitants of this town, and now I pray we see the true meaning to his name. I’m unbiased, and wish to see things turn out for the better. This boy has strange occurrences surrounding him, how can they blame him for them all?

Endus sat at a table outside the coffee shop, he knew eyes were on him, but he was used it. The people of this town looked down at him, wished to hide him when visitors came to town. He knew this was a bad place to stay, but he’d learned long ago not to try to leave, they would not allow it. A smile grew on his face, as a waiter came to his table with his tea.

“Is there anything else, sir?” The waiter’s voice sounded frightened, as if he were waiting for Endus to jump at him, and kill him. Endus looked up at the waiter, he was quite young, and had blond hair and grey eyes. “No, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” After Endus spoke the waiter scurried off, like that of a mouse after a cat had taunted it with death. Endus shook his head, blowing on his hot tea, before taking a sip of it, and looking down at the newspaper. The head line was nothing new, another mysterious death, and he was at the center of suspicion. Of course, it didn’t say it, but he knew now, they had put him in a mental hospital when he was ten, all because they thought he had killed the old man who cared for him. What would he have gained from that, he had been left with no one wanting to care for him, and him to make it on his own. A child being it’s only family.

He looked up from his newspaper, taking another sip of his tea, spotting an old family friend, or at least a friend of the family that was dead, and he did not know. He blinked once and looked back down at the newspaper as if he had forgotten why he had looked up in the first place. He opened the newspaper, reading the details of what they had found. Like the past mysterious deaths, they had found a gold pendent of a cross, and of course, it had been stolen from the evidence locker that held it. He laughed, poor security was the problem there, which would be able to get into an evidence locker undetected and not leave a trace of them behind. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the sight of someone sneaking in a window and picking the lock to the evidence room filled his mind, and his eyes flew open again. He was picturing in his mind, he hadn’t been there. They probably hadn’t done those things, right? He looked back at the newspaper, continuing where he left off, this time reading out loud to himself.

“’It appears they entered through the window, and then proceeded to pick the lock on the evidence room door…” Endus trailed off, that was the opinion of one person, and one person alone, they could be wrong. He stood up from his table, having finished his tea, and left his money on the table, walking away from the table, he stuffed his hands into his pocket. He wondered why he had seen such a vivid picture like that, if it had just been his opinion of what happened.