The Man In The Red Cloak
London Saint Anderson's Clinic. Tuesday. June 8th. 1993. At 4:35 PM. Patient David Richins has passed away do to shock.
Two days before his passing. I went to go interview Mr Richins. I being a reporter for the London times. I planned on publishing his story. For you see. He had quite the case of schizophrenia and a multitude of other issues which you can read the Doctors report if you desire the full story. He was famous for being one of the most notorious killers in London. Breaking in to people's house on Christmas night. Dressed as Santa Claus. He was dubbed the Christmas Killer. Eventually caught by Offercer Robert Kingsford. Scotland Yard. Badge number 003. And incarcerate within the London prison for 3 years. Until being transferred to a mental institution. The Anna Filbrook Clinc and Asylum. After two years there. Do to head trauma and bow Disease caused by to much drinking he was sent to Saint Anderson's Clinic for treatment. Two days ago wherein I did meet and interview him before his passing. I originally intend to publish this Article intilted Life Of the Christmas Killer. Nevertheless if I am to be true to the story and the things he told me weather you believe it or not. I most entitle it The Truth of Saint Nick the Traumatizing experience taken place as a young youth to one David Richins. Quite the mouthful of a title. Nevertheless I suppose it's time to write. What he told me that day.
David Richins. 6 years old 1957. December 24 Christmas Eve. 9:35 PM.
David like many young boys had a belief in the Jolly old Saint Nick. Wherefore upon Christmas Eve. He hid himself. Underneath his Kitchen table. With a Blanket on over it concealing him from prying eyes. His kitchen being connected with his living room. Where in stood a glorious decorated tree. And a chimney. The cookies and milk were laid on the table. The fire was still blazing. All while David waited quietly underneath the table hoping to finally capture of glimpse of Saint Nick. But what he beheld that day was beyond what he could have possibly imagined. While he waited silently and patiently. A dark mist began to come through the chimney. It wasnt just smoke. It was something a kin to a mist. A mist so dark and black human eyes couldn't even comprehend it. With it came a strange scent. A scent most pleasant yet awful. It seem to have a euphoric laugh. That not only made the boy laugh. Yet it itself seem to laugh. Within an instant the flame was out. The mist remained yet within it. David saw a man dressed in a fiery red cloak. A golden built. He went forth dashing towards him. Santa he yelled. Grasping on to the figure. Then the figure turned around. He had no white beard. His hat was pointy. His whole outfit. Was something a kin to the Klu Klux Klan attire. He wore a small golden chain cross. And pulled out a sword. The boy was most afraid who was this man. He began to run and fear. But it was to late. The being if it May be called Santa claus with his flaming sword stabbed the boy in the leg. He screamed with all his might. Tears welling in his eyes. His mind so full of fear. His parents came down. Being jolted awake by there sons scream. As they made it down the stairs. The being within seconds decapitated the both of them. There heads lay on the floor. Yet no blood remained. For the cut was so clean and the fire from the weapon so hot it had sealed the skin. The boys leg to within seconds was fine. All that remained was the shock and fear. The being was gone as soon as he came. The mist to. Not a trace being found. No gifts underneath the tree. All that remained was a golden cross near the fire. The boys decapitated parents. And a most traumatized 6 year old.
These were the things David told me. I had looked into the records and could find no such Police report. I went to the neighborhood and found no one would speak on the subject of that day. I can only speculate Scotland yard or perhaps MI5 or some other secret organization covered it up. Do I believe him? Yes. And if you had heard it from his mouth you would to. This is my report.
Two days before his passing. I went to go interview Mr Richins. I being a reporter for the London times. I planned on publishing his story. For you see. He had quite the case of schizophrenia and a multitude of other issues which you can read the Doctors report if you desire the full story. He was famous for being one of the most notorious killers in London. Breaking in to people's house on Christmas night. Dressed as Santa Claus. He was dubbed the Christmas Killer. Eventually caught by Offercer Robert Kingsford. Scotland Yard. Badge number 003. And incarcerate within the London prison for 3 years. Until being transferred to a mental institution. The Anna Filbrook Clinc and Asylum. After two years there. Do to head trauma and bow Disease caused by to much drinking he was sent to Saint Anderson's Clinic for treatment. Two days ago wherein I did meet and interview him before his passing. I originally intend to publish this Article intilted Life Of the Christmas Killer. Nevertheless if I am to be true to the story and the things he told me weather you believe it or not. I most entitle it The Truth of Saint Nick the Traumatizing experience taken place as a young youth to one David Richins. Quite the mouthful of a title. Nevertheless I suppose it's time to write. What he told me that day.
David Richins. 6 years old 1957. December 24 Christmas Eve. 9:35 PM.
David like many young boys had a belief in the Jolly old Saint Nick. Wherefore upon Christmas Eve. He hid himself. Underneath his Kitchen table. With a Blanket on over it concealing him from prying eyes. His kitchen being connected with his living room. Where in stood a glorious decorated tree. And a chimney. The cookies and milk were laid on the table. The fire was still blazing. All while David waited quietly underneath the table hoping to finally capture of glimpse of Saint Nick. But what he beheld that day was beyond what he could have possibly imagined. While he waited silently and patiently. A dark mist began to come through the chimney. It wasnt just smoke. It was something a kin to a mist. A mist so dark and black human eyes couldn't even comprehend it. With it came a strange scent. A scent most pleasant yet awful. It seem to have a euphoric laugh. That not only made the boy laugh. Yet it itself seem to laugh. Within an instant the flame was out. The mist remained yet within it. David saw a man dressed in a fiery red cloak. A golden built. He went forth dashing towards him. Santa he yelled. Grasping on to the figure. Then the figure turned around. He had no white beard. His hat was pointy. His whole outfit. Was something a kin to the Klu Klux Klan attire. He wore a small golden chain cross. And pulled out a sword. The boy was most afraid who was this man. He began to run and fear. But it was to late. The being if it May be called Santa claus with his flaming sword stabbed the boy in the leg. He screamed with all his might. Tears welling in his eyes. His mind so full of fear. His parents came down. Being jolted awake by there sons scream. As they made it down the stairs. The being within seconds decapitated the both of them. There heads lay on the floor. Yet no blood remained. For the cut was so clean and the fire from the weapon so hot it had sealed the skin. The boys leg to within seconds was fine. All that remained was the shock and fear. The being was gone as soon as he came. The mist to. Not a trace being found. No gifts underneath the tree. All that remained was a golden cross near the fire. The boys decapitated parents. And a most traumatized 6 year old.
These were the things David told me. I had looked into the records and could find no such Police report. I went to the neighborhood and found no one would speak on the subject of that day. I can only speculate Scotland yard or perhaps MI5 or some other secret organization covered it up. Do I believe him? Yes. And if you had heard it from his mouth you would to. This is my report.
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