Nails Page #4
I met Eric Nilsson,
he wasn't working here.
He was brought in
as a patient, in 1972.
I honestly don't know
much about his past.
The records were
sealed in his case.
He'd been in foster care
and had obviously been
the victim of abuse.
The most heartbreaking thing is
many of his injuries
were self-inflicted.
We had to keep his fingernails
To stop him from tearing
at his own flesh.
He improved over time.
I continued to work with him,
to help him heal his physical
and emotional scars.
Over the years he came to feel
that Hopewell was his home.
When he became an adult
he even asked for a job here.
It seemed the most
natural thing to everyone.
Eric was part of
the place by then.
- Go on.
- He seemed completely cured
except for one
lingering obsession.
He made a point of grooming
the children's hands.
Clipping their nails.
But instead of
throwing the clippings out,
he used to collect them.
Save them in little envelopes.
We all thought it was
just a harmless echo
of what he'd gone through.
But some of the staff gave him
They used to call him "nails".
- What happened to nails?
- In 1984, shortly after
he started work here,
we had an unusual
number of child deaths.
Five, in fact.
All girls.
The police investigated.
Nothing was ever proved,
but suspicion fell on Eric.
And when they found those little
packets of fingernail clippings
from the dead girls...
Why did he kill the girls?
for the past thirty years.
Eric seemed genuinely
devoted to those girls.
I think in his own twisted mind
he was freeing them.
Saving them from the
abuse that he'd endured.
They'd stay innocent forever.
And then he hanged himself.
- Where did nails kill himself?
- That's not important.
- Was it here at the hospital?
Was it here in my room?
In that cupboard?
- I've already said
more than I should.
Eric Nilsson is dead
and gone, Dana.
His tortured soul is at rest.
He is not coming back.
- Hey, mom.
Hope I'm not calling too late.
Are you okay?
- Yes.
This is my happy face.
Same as my angry face.
- I wanted to come
to the hospital,
but dad said I've missed so
much school with your recovery.
- He's right.
- He feels...
I don't know how to say it.
Like he's failed you somehow.
- He hasn't.
- It's just so hard.
He's on the phone all day
with these d*ckhead
insurance people.
Sorry, shouldn't swear.
- It's okay.
You swear all the time.
Don't think I know.
- Here, I brought you
some snacks.
- Thanks.
I'm just talking to mom.
- Oh, hi, Mrs. Milgrom.
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