Chapter 41: Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital

We drove down a short winding lane that had a stone privacy wall with the sign Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital imprinted on a weathered bronze plaque. Other than that, the grounds were misleading. It appeared to be nothing more than an old rambling Victorian house—one you might find in a horror movie where the doors lock you in and the ghost of long dead patients hunt you down with medical instruments.

I had obviously watched one too many episodes of American Horror Story.

Bill parked and gave me a hopeful look. "Don't worry. James is sane. But…well he's been in there a long time and well…"

"Well what?"

"He has his quirks."

"Oh jeez," I said while swallowing.

"He had them before he went in. He's kind of high-strung. I just want him to meet you and see that we are real and not to allow them to brainwash him into thinking something different. Let him know that when he's released he's got a place to come home to. Let him know that we're still trying to figure it all out."