I'll never tell....
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.....
I cleaned up my puke mess (and didn't realize I did with was with Zacky's jacket until later), and laid back down. There was no further discussion on the journals, even though I was kind of desperate to get my thoughts off my chest. These thoughts were quite vexing, I'll tell you that.
Also, after looking through the last journal, I concluded that "Stanley" was indeed Officer Jones, the one that had told us about this asylum in the first place. I guess that clicks with him saying he had been the warden's son..... Maybe he just befriended Evie when she was institutionalized.
Anyways, as we waited patiently for the guys, and Leana (who I WAS supposed to be watching, but had run off earlier) to get back, I had gotten just about hammered.
If my mind had been in the right place, I might be wondering what fresh cold beers were doing under a bed in a desolate mental institution. But, as my mind wasn't in the right place at the time, I completely dismissed it.
After a few minutes of waiting and nothing happening, Lacey began to get nervous. She kept pestering me saying that she was hearing things, and that something must've happened to everyone, and that Zacky was freaking her out. I normally just shut her out, knowing that she would give up and go back to the journals.
That is, until she told me te one thing I was praying wouldn't be said.
"Jimmy," she whispered urgently, "Zacky's gone."
"What?" I snapped my head in her direction, my face showing all my disbelief.
"He was here like five minutes ago, but now he's gone. Jimmy, we need to find him. He hasn't been acting right since Gena...... Well..." She took a shaky breathe, and I could almost feel her tears.
I tried to stand up, knowing I needed to find out where Zacky could've gone, but that need was ruptured when I immediately face-planted. Lacey helped me sit up, but refused to help me stand.
"Jimmy, somehow your drunk off your ass, and I don't want you to hurt yourself. I can look for Zacky on my own, you need to rest." She patted my shoulder reassuringly and, with a deep breath, walked away down a side corridor. I fearfully watched her go, dread growing in my stomach.
Something awful was going to happen, I could feel it. And I wouldn't be able to stop it.
My dreadful premonition was confirmed when a few minutes later, I heard a piercing scream echo from down the side corridor. Not caring about my own safety (or my drunkenness), I charged down the hallway from which the scream had come.
I ran down the hall, looking through every room for Lacey or Zacky, knowing they were both in this hallway somewhere. Then I stumbled over a sudden lump in the path, but I managed to catch myself before falling.
I turned around to see what had made me trip.
"No, no.... Oh god no. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING??" I screamed and collapsed, allowing my sobs to take over. For there, on the floor, was Lacey's completely de-limbed body.
And the head lay in wait further down the hall.
~~~~~Johhny~~~~~
I led the group expertly through the halls, eyes peeled scanning for anything out of place. Everyone was still behind me, and thankfully, there had been no stragglers to tend to. So far, so good.
While we were beginning our search of Zacky and Gena's stairwell, Brian's hushed tone broke the silence.
"Do you think Zacky was telling the truth? I mean... What if he lied? He acts stupid enough to do that sometimes." I glanced at Brian and noticed the bored look on his face.
"Is looking for a murderer too un-exciting Haner?" He simply shrugged and waved the light around on the wall. Nobody spoke again until we got to a curve in the path.
Suddenly, I froze and gasped, and everyone paused and looked at me. I stared at the pool of fresh blood by my feet, and my eyes followed a thin trail leading from the puddle into an open doorway. I gently pushed on the door, further and further until it was open all the way, and shined the light in.
The sight before me made me scream louder than I've ever screamed, and I passed out on the spot. For what I had seen before I fainted......... was Zacky's head driven through a spear.
Also, after looking through the last journal, I concluded that "Stanley" was indeed Officer Jones, the one that had told us about this asylum in the first place. I guess that clicks with him saying he had been the warden's son..... Maybe he just befriended Evie when she was institutionalized.
Anyways, as we waited patiently for the guys, and Leana (who I WAS supposed to be watching, but had run off earlier) to get back, I had gotten just about hammered.
If my mind had been in the right place, I might be wondering what fresh cold beers were doing under a bed in a desolate mental institution. But, as my mind wasn't in the right place at the time, I completely dismissed it.
After a few minutes of waiting and nothing happening, Lacey began to get nervous. She kept pestering me saying that she was hearing things, and that something must've happened to everyone, and that Zacky was freaking her out. I normally just shut her out, knowing that she would give up and go back to the journals.
That is, until she told me te one thing I was praying wouldn't be said.
"Jimmy," she whispered urgently, "Zacky's gone."
"What?" I snapped my head in her direction, my face showing all my disbelief.
"He was here like five minutes ago, but now he's gone. Jimmy, we need to find him. He hasn't been acting right since Gena...... Well..." She took a shaky breathe, and I could almost feel her tears.
I tried to stand up, knowing I needed to find out where Zacky could've gone, but that need was ruptured when I immediately face-planted. Lacey helped me sit up, but refused to help me stand.
"Jimmy, somehow your drunk off your ass, and I don't want you to hurt yourself. I can look for Zacky on my own, you need to rest." She patted my shoulder reassuringly and, with a deep breath, walked away down a side corridor. I fearfully watched her go, dread growing in my stomach.
Something awful was going to happen, I could feel it. And I wouldn't be able to stop it.
My dreadful premonition was confirmed when a few minutes later, I heard a piercing scream echo from down the side corridor. Not caring about my own safety (or my drunkenness), I charged down the hallway from which the scream had come.
I ran down the hall, looking through every room for Lacey or Zacky, knowing they were both in this hallway somewhere. Then I stumbled over a sudden lump in the path, but I managed to catch myself before falling.
I turned around to see what had made me trip.
"No, no.... Oh god no. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING??" I screamed and collapsed, allowing my sobs to take over. For there, on the floor, was Lacey's completely de-limbed body.
And the head lay in wait further down the hall.
~~~~~Johhny~~~~~
I led the group expertly through the halls, eyes peeled scanning for anything out of place. Everyone was still behind me, and thankfully, there had been no stragglers to tend to. So far, so good.
While we were beginning our search of Zacky and Gena's stairwell, Brian's hushed tone broke the silence.
"Do you think Zacky was telling the truth? I mean... What if he lied? He acts stupid enough to do that sometimes." I glanced at Brian and noticed the bored look on his face.
"Is looking for a murderer too un-exciting Haner?" He simply shrugged and waved the light around on the wall. Nobody spoke again until we got to a curve in the path.
Suddenly, I froze and gasped, and everyone paused and looked at me. I stared at the pool of fresh blood by my feet, and my eyes followed a thin trail leading from the puddle into an open doorway. I gently pushed on the door, further and further until it was open all the way, and shined the light in.
The sight before me made me scream louder than I've ever screamed, and I passed out on the spot. For what I had seen before I fainted......... was Zacky's head driven through a spear.
Notes
So lets count:Gena
Zacky
Lacey
All of them are dead so far..... Who's next? And who could be killing them?
Holy shiet o.o More!! So yep you saves the last chapter with that! :D But hm there aren't many people left... exited how this will continue.
12/28/13