He lived in the basement. Feeding off the semi-rotted flesh. No one had ever seen him smile. No curl of the lip to assure his jubilance. Of course, they say, he never had feelings.
And there in lies the problem, my dear friends. For I have seen emotion spread over his snow-white face. He’s not what they call him.
Not at all…
“Monster?
I think not.

The darkness drove him bored. The loneliness drove him mad. The rotted meat of human anatomy drove him sick. And how he dreamed of blue skies again.
There was writing on the walls of his basement-cell. No tally-marks to tell the days. No endless mindless lines on old brick.
Not quite at all.
But there were words, yes.
Words in red.
Scrawlings of that man.
I’ve read them again and again…

Mister, mister. You so quite.
Why you never come to play?
Why you always locked away?
Mister, mister, you so pale.
Why you such a quite ghost?
Why you like dead meat the most?
Mister, mister. You a monster.
Why you look at me that way?
Why you never look away?

No one ever really saw him. All they knew was why he was there. He hadn’t really done anything at all. Just because of assumed accusations that never were true till he was locked away.
Robert told us he was albino. And in those dark and dangerous times, those albinos were cannibals.

I shall tell the tale of those tragic people….

It had been hundreds of years ago when they had been around. Those cannibals. And the villagers were scarred out of they’re sick greenish skin. Torch and pitchforks were the drivers and they did drive those people to that well.
That old moldy cold dark well. And they threw them in, tossing them to the depths of villager’s hopeful death.
How wrong their hopes were.

Those people founded an underground city. No one had ever seen it but them.
And hundreds of years down that sickish time line, their sons and daughters climbed from the well, all white and ghostly. And they fed upon the supple flesh of the children.

A simple misunderstanding led to the fear of those albinos.

“Monster” was caught in the of those dark times.
And in that basement he sat.
Waiting for the law to pass.
Waiting for his fair freedom.