Asylumn

A century old, everything fell to ruin in the Asylumn. Rot covers the structure and spreads to the nearby town. A place now only children visit for a good scare. The object of dares and double dares on late night weekends. Fear coats the misty air, mingling with a vile sense of danger. Voices are rumored to echo in the night. Ghosts of a tortured past still looking for a way out. [[Continue...]]

Stories of tragedy often times attract the weird and demented as they hunt ghosts of the past for a thrill. Visits often times result in false findings. That is until the night of the incident. The ‘tragedy’ often whispered in cities within walking distance. This night, a night of death, a group of kids think it fun to test their grit. Together, laughing and jeering they approach the edge of the abandoned town. This is their story. This is their Halloween night adventure that's more than they bargain for. [[The story begins.]]

Wait up, Joe! I am chasing him through the woods. Come on. Don't be such a girl. He laughs and climbs over another root. I am a girl. I stumble over the flat ground. That remains to be seen.Joe snorts. The abandoned town looms before you. Do you continue? [[Follow the guys.]] [[Don't move.]]

The whole town was forbidden from going there. The fear of it is palpable. Thick trees gives way to the rundown small town leading to the Asylum. I can feel the prickle of goosebumps rising on my arms. Rubbing them only making them worse. This is definitely not the best dare to go through with. The gray and cold brown buildings make the place feel colder somehow. I stop behind the guys and they aren't moving. Being as short as I am, I can't see anything. [[Ask them what they see.]] [[Ask them to move.]] [[Shove your way through.]]

Come on, we haven't got all night. Chris pushes me foward and my feet stumble. Ryan keeps walking. Jackmole.I call after Chris. Girl. I don't want to be the girl that chickens out. [[Follow the guys.]]

Guys, what's the hold up? No one answers. They are stalk still and barely breathing. [[Ask them to move.]] [[Shove your way through.]]

Ok, move. Please? Hello? Earth to males! MOVE! Nothing, as if I don't exist at all. [[Shove your way through.]]

I feel as transfixed as they are. A man or woman is hanging from a building as if from a flag or a sign in front of an old store. Their arms are tied up and their feet are left danging together. Ew, that can't be real. I cover my mouth and nose, not sure if the smell is from the body hanging or part of what my mind is creating. No, I don't think it is. Ever pratical Ryan declares. Come on. The asylum is just past this town. We shouldn't stop now. Joe keeps walking. [[Follow Joe.]] [[Look closer at the person hanging.]] [[Take a closer look at the buildings.]]

About half way through the town a scream rips through the air. An ear shattering, bone chilling scream that echoes long after it stops. We all halt the second the first of the sound reached us. Each of us covering our ears from the onslaught. I look around but don't see anyone. There didn't seem to be a source for the sound. [[Keep searching.]] [[Move on.]] <audio autoplay>\ <source src="Assets/Sounds/EchoScream.mp3"></audio>

There's not much to see. The shadows of the town fall on the figure, masking the details. For a moment I think it's moved but I can't really be sure. [[Take a closer look at the buildings.]] [[Follow Joe.]]

Wait! What's that? Chris is standing really still and appears to be listening. We all wait in silence as whipsers and echoes pass randomly. I swat at the air as if a fly were buzzing by. The sounds make my ears itch and tickle. [[Follow Joe.]] [[Look closer at the person hanging.]]

Look, over there. Chris whispers harshly. I looked where he was pointing and my heart nearly pounded out of my chest. I couldn't take a breath. A woman with flaming red hair and half her face missing peeked out from behind curtains for a moment before letting them swish back into place. We all watched the window wondering if she'd look again. I hoped not. [[Move on.]]

I thought no one lived her anymore. I looked to Joe. He seemed more comfortable here than the rest of us. They don't.He says matter of factly. He confirmed my suspecions. He knows more about this place than he should. [[Challenge Joe.]] [[Keep walking.]] [[Keep searching.]]

Then who the hell was that? I shout and point at the window. Nothing. His voice was measured, neutral. Out of place considering what we were seeing. A NOTHING that we ALL saw! Fear stings my eyes. I blink it back, not wanting to be the weak one in the group. Yes, come on. Let's not doddle here. It's getting dark. Joe grabs my hand and pulls me foward. Chris and Ryan trudge behind. Not saying a word. [[Keep walking.]]

The asylumn came into view a short while later. Too long for my taste, but too soon as well. If this town was in the state it was due to the disease spreading from the asylum, I dread to think of what we might find in there. A few steps later confirmed reason for my hesitation. [[Continue walking.]]

A thud echoes, Chris trips on what appears to be a doll's head. The head rolls a few feet. Rolls from the chin to cheek and the eyes blink at us. A scream found its way up my throat despite the amount of force I put behind holding it in my belly. The guys all jump at the sound but don’t remove their eyes from the blinking doll’s head. What the HELL is that thing? Ryan demands, but there was no answer to come for him. Joe walks ahead, pulling me foward. Something was off. Joe who was always playful, always the joker, so serious now. [[Fight his grip.]] [[Follow along.]] <audio autoplay>\ <source src="Assets/Sounds/Thump.wav"></audio>

I try and yank my hand free but he holds strong and pulls harder. I can feel the tendons in my shoulder screaming in protest and my feet attempt to keep up. I doubt he'd keep me from falling flat on my face. He'd probably keep walking with me dragging in the dirt. [[Follow along.]]

The other two guys never say a word. It is a testiment to peer pressure and testosterone stupidity. The dilapidated building comes into view, and my pulse pounds painfuly in my body. I ache everywhere and Joe's grip seems to be bearing a bone breaking preasure on my wrist. I finally yank it free, gaining his attention. He looks at me silently as if he needs to determine if I’ll continue or run away. [[Run away.]] [[Meet his challenge.]] [[Question his motives.]]

I back up slowly to see if he'll stop me. He watches curiously for a moment before my feet fail me and I fall on my butt. He laughs and walks foward. Chris helps me up. Just come on. Don't wuss out now. We're already here.Joe complains. Thank you.I address to Chris. [[Question his motives.]]

I square my shoulders and raise my chin at the unspoken challenge. The door grows before us as we approach. Its intimidating view warns away the sensible. Too bad none of us seem to have any sense to run the other way and not look back. All to save face in front of our peers. Joe pulls the door and its rusted hinges protest loudly. I can tell from the flexed muscles in Joe’s back that he had to put some weight behind the motion. [[Go Inside.]]

Why aren't you afraid? Why do you know so much, Joe? I look him square in the eyes and demand to know what is going on. You think I'm not afraid? Why? Because I seem more together than you do? I have an excellent poker face. You coming or not? No one's poker face is that good.I grumble. [[Meet his challenge.]]

Inside the paint is peeling on the walls. Dirt and leaves lay in random piles on the floor and line the walls. Glass is shattered everywhere and darkness seeps into the light from our phones. We use them to begin our search of the old institution. Each room is labeled with a number on a metal door. The small square windows are broken from the inside. Something very bad happened here. There is no doubt. Evidence is everywhere. From the dark stains on the walls splattered in several directions, to the broken furniture littering the place. Mattresses are shredded, sheets lay abandoned on the floors. Medical supplies are scattered randomly from the nurses’ stations to the bathrooms. [[Look in the room.]] [[Keep walking to the next hall.]] <audio autoplay>\ <source src="Assets/Sounds/Door.wav"></audio>

A rocking chair creaks across the hall from Ryan. We all rush to his side to find a rocking basinette. Looking closely, I could see a small hand reaches up a moment before disappearing below the rim. Surely, no one would leave a child out here. In this place. Ryan whipsers. [[Investigate the basinette?]] [[Leave.]] <audio autoplay>\ <source src="Assets/Sounds/RockingChair.wav"></audio>

I shuffle foward and notice that Joe stays behind. I look at him wondering why. He walks away from the room. Curiosity keeps me moving foward. Maybe some deep seeded motherly instinct lying dormant until the day they are needed. I dount it though. Chris and Ryan are staring down into the baby bed before I can even see over the edge. I wish I had followed Joe instead. [[Look at the baby.]]

We quickly race from the room before anything else strange can happen. Joe is waiting for us at the end of the hall. His back is to us but he nods his head and waves us foward. Lambs to the shepherd, we follow. Joe doesn't talk, he doesn't even look at us, just walks and expects that we follow. Our feet shuffle across the glass riddled ground. Scuffling and scraping sounds echoing withus as we continue. [[See a sliver of light and walk toward it.]] [[Walk down the dark hall.]]

A baby is in the bed. One of ash colored skin, cracking as marble does with age. I assume it's a woman's hand that is laying severed on the infant's head as if it had been comforting the child before it was removed from the body. The baby doesn't cry. Doesn't coo. Nothing. No sound at all. Just looks at us through one eye calmly. Creepy screams at me from inside my skull and vibrates down under my skin. I choke back a squeak. [[Leave.]] <audio autoplay>\ <source src="Assets/Sounds/Lullaby.wav"></audio>

We stumble through the thick darkness that's suffocating us until we've found a door to the outside. I can just see the moon trying to send light through the dirt crusing the window. Come help me push this open Joe asks. Chris and Ryan each place their hands on the door and the three of them grunt and push. The door loudly groans and protests under their weight until finally giving way and letting us out. [[Go outside.]] [[Turn around.]]

The light doesn't seem to be able to fight the dark. I check my phone battery, eighty percent. No matter how many times I turn the light off and on again, the dark continues to devour the light until only a dull illumination remains. Just enough to keep from running into walls and objects. Joe? I asked after him again as I hurry to his side. He's staring ahead seeming in a trance. Even as I pull on his arm to gain his attention, he says nothing. [[Ask them what to do.]] [[Combine everyone's lights.]]

Ryan and Chris both shrug and continue to follow Joe. I'm torn. I don't think I can leave them here. I can't go, not knowing what would become of them. I had to try to get them to go home. I race after them as they fade into the void surrounding us. The blackness grow thick. I felt as if I were wading through air the consistancy of water. Breathing is difficult. My light remained dim. Foot steps echo. [[Listen for the footsteps.]] [[Go the other way.]]

I can hear footsetps of my friends in front of me, but I can not see them. I strech out my arms to feel around me. I become more freantic by the mintue. What the hell! Chris yelled from my right. I didn't even realize he was so close. I turned his direction to see why he screamed. A woman, at least I think she's a woman. Her mouth is dropped to the length of her neck, causing her chin to rest over her chest. Her teeth are sharpened to points. She was turning toward me when Chris pulls my hand to get me away from her. [[Run.]]

She continues to follow after us at a slow, creepy pace. We run until we hit a glass double door. Pushing the rusted hinges to their breaking point. We shove them open and exit out into a barren garden. The woman following us stands on the other side of the glass just watching but not attempting to exit the building. She tilts her head as if listenting to something only she can hear before lifting a decaying arm and pointing at something behind us. [[Look around.]]

A barren garden is spread out before us. It's the back of the Asylumn. Leave rustle and I turn toward the noise. Two twin, dark haired girls walking side by side emerge from the woods of the garden. Their black eyes shed black tears, even as they are smiling. Their black uniform dresses hand down to their knees. They giggle together in an echoing child laughter that makes all the hair on my body raise in fear. Welcome to his garden. His grave. He bids you to come foward. Come see. He has a special surprise for you. They intoned together. [[Step back and watch.]]

Chris moves in a trance-like state toward the two little girls. They part for him and follow him as he walks through the dead garden. I watch as the moon shines on their heads until they meet up with two more figures ahead. [[Look around.]] [[Try to stop Chris.]]

Just beyond Joe and Ryan, where they stand with their ram-rod straight backs toward me, something has them paralyzed. My feet move on their own toward them. My frantic heart warning me of a danger I don't yet see. Slowly, the moon shines down through a greenhouse roof, onto a man that could be a horror story version of a father time. [[Take a better look at father time.]] [[Look at the surrounding ghosts.]]

Mirrored Roman numerals surround his head in halo fashion. In his arms lie the broken pieces of statues. One of which, a woman, has an arm stretched out to his chest holding his heart. Blood trickles slowly from the hole his heart is pulled from. Just as it flows freely from the statue woman's slit neck. Odd, it seems, that the statue could bleed. My mind can't register the wrongness of it. [[Break free of the spell.]]

As you asked, I have brought them. Joe spoke monotone. This statement brakes me from the spell of Father Time. I see the creatures we'd met along the way and others we'd not seen move in on us. Perhaps. However, you are two moons too late. Father Time said. No, it can't be. You're wrong., Joe begins to panic as he watches the creatures close in on us. I did what you asked. Let me go. Anger tore through me as the truth of Joe's betrayal hit home. Chris and Ryan are still entranced. They would be no help. [[Yell at Joe.]] [[Hit Joe.]]

I seethe in a voice menacing enough to draw Joe's attention, finally. He seems confused that I am lucid. I rush toward him and shove him into the woman with half a face. She wraps her arms around him and begin to consume his face. In doing so, the other half of her's grows back beautiful until she drops his lifeless body to the ground. [[You've been closed in.]]

The twins go after Chris and Ryan. They close the guys between them. Reacing up, they dig their hands into their eyes, waking them before death could save them the agony. The twins' eyes turn from black void to Ryan's green and Chris' brown. The last of their screams echo as, they too, fall lifelessly to the dirt. The distraction of my friends keep me from noticing the baby crawling at my feet until it's small hand touches my ankle. An unbeieveable burn creeped up my leg at a snail's pace. I tried to kick the fiend away but it latched on with all it's might. [[Fight for your life.]] [[Make a deal.]]

I manage to pull the child inch by inch, not making much headway. The burn increases in speed. The lady with the slack jaw approaches me from my right. The doll's head rolls in my direction from the left. Father Time watches from the front. The burn buckles my knee and I lay parlyzed on the ground at the mercy of my death that isn't coming fast enough to escape the pain.

Please, I beg to Father Time. I'll do anything. He blinks once and the small child lets me go. The burn remains but isn't progressing. Tears continue to sting my eyes, but I held to my conviction to get out of there. Two days shy of a full sun's cycle you shall provide to us half a profile, two sets of visions, a body fit for a head, a jaw strong enough to bite and a young meat suit. Should you fail, you will burn until ashes are all that remain. [Joe]<cl1|. (click: ?cl1)[I nod my head eagerly as the child burns away the skin from Joe's corpse on the ground and returns to a child that's not nearly as innocent as it looks.] [[Escape.]]

The doll that isn't a doll attaches itself to Chris' body. The lady with the giant mouth devours Ryan's entire head. Not wanting to watch, I hightail it out of there. Back in the woods, safely away from hell, I pull up my pant leg to find ash caking my skin. It doeasn't rub off and it hurts to touch. A reminder that I have one year. No, two days before one year to lure more victims here. Just like Joe, I'd betray them.

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The garden is deceptively beautiful. It gives me a forboading feeling I don't want to test. I slowly back up. Cold arms wrap around me and I can feel hot breat on my neck. Something wet trails down my back. I struggle against the hold on me and manage to get away landing on my hands and knees. Looking back, I see A woman, at least I think she's a woman. Her mouth is dropped to the length of her neck, causing her chin to rest over her chest. Her teeth are sharpened to points. [[Run.]] [[Go the other way.]]

Even with the lights all combined, only minimal light is offered. It's like the darkness swallows the light. I feel may way through the hall as best I can hoping the others are going the same direction. [[Listen for the footsteps.]] [[Find a door way and enter it.]]

Another dark hallway. I can't tell where I am anymore. I've taken too many paths. Guys, how do we get out of here? Chris echoes my thoughts aloud. Definitely not our best idea. I tell him. You think so? Weren't you supposed to be our voice of reason? Ryan complains. Screw off you dick. A scream resounds in our ears. [[Go outside.]]

There are so many. More than we've even seen along the way. So many horrors standing around waiting to devour us. The town was right in banning this place from everyone to visit. [[Break free of the spell.]]

I've never hit anyone in my life, nor have I ever wanted to hit anyone more than I want to hit Joe right now. I rear my arm back and thrust my fist foward as hard as I can. The hit lands his left cheek with a crack. My hand throbs with an unbelieveable pain. I hope it hurt him more. Joe stumbles back with his hand to his face. He looks at me with surprise. [[You've been closed in.]] [[Watch the ghosts.]]

I stand in front of Chris and hold him, trying to stop his movement. It's not use, I'm not strong enough. I look to Ryan and Joe. Joe whom I've lost all trust in. [[Look around.]]

There is something foul smelling in this room. I nearly gag on it. Flashing my light around I see something that reminds me of the Exorcist movie. A woman is in the corner of the room digging at her face. Blood trailing down in rivets. Her only light a couple of small candles that were blocked by her body until I shined my light on her. [[Go the other way.]] [[Run.]]

The woman with the half face wraps her arms around him and consumes his face. In doing so, the other half of her's grows back beautiful until she drops his lifeless body to the ground [[Fight for your life.]] [[You've been closed in.]]

Down the next hallway to the left is an old, industrial elevator. It looks like it runs on electricity, but so old there's no chrome door or walls to hide the wheels. That's actually pretty cool. Ryan exclaims and walks closer to take a closer look. Yeah, sure. It's grand.The scarcasm from Joe wasn't missed by my ears but Chris and Ryan didn't seem to notice as all. [[Try to ride the elevator]] [[Explore somewhere else.]]

The metal won't budge. Ryan gunts. He's trying to pry the doors open. There must be a lever somewhere. Chris looks all around for a lever. You guys aren't that stupid. You know there's not been any electricity out her for years. It's not going to open or work.Joe says to them from the hall entrance. Haha, oh right. Ryan and Chris laugh sheepishly. [[Explore somewhere else.]] [[See a sliver of light and walk toward it.]]

There was an industrial sized kitchen not far down the next hall. A really old high chair sat in the middle of it. As if it were recently or often used. Guys, let's not stay in here, please. I look back to see Joe standing at the entrance, not daring to walk any further. What? What's the matter? Please, let's just not get too close. Let's get out of here. First time I'd seen actual fear on his face. [[Stay and see what happens.]] [[Leave.]]

The high chair rocks a few times before it shoots back and kitchen items are propelled through the air. What in the hell?Chris shouts. I narrowly miss sharp flying objects. [[Leave.]]