Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

I'll never tell....

It's a story to scare children with....

~Brian's POV~

Shock.

I think that was the only word fit for describing how we were feeling. I mean… what the hell was this place? Why was it here? Questions swirled inside my head, cascading against my skull. There came a dull throbbing to accompany the confusion I felt. I stole a glance at everyone else and they too had slack jaws and dazed expressions. Val squeezed Matt’s arm, hardly breathing, and sighed out;

“Definitely not a cannibal…”

I closed my eyes, tried to breath, aware that I must be dreaming. There’s no way this was real… but I knew it was. I felt the vibrating air, could almost taste the tension. I wasn’t sleeping, I wasn’t crazy. I was here, at this place.

Fuck…

Well anyways, the building was obviously deserted, we only had to look to tell. The outer walls were shielded by climbing ivy vines, and parts of the façade had crumbled away, leaving gigantic mouth-like holes that led into impenetrable darkness. Barbed-wire fencing surrounded the building as far as we could observe, breaking into an opening only at the entrance to the grounds, where a sign read: Robert Jones Mental Illness Facility. The entire estate looked like a prison or something of the like though; not like a place for the insane.

The grass on both the inside and out of the gate was overgrown, as if no one had cared for it in years.

“No shit Sherlock, of course no one has.” I unintentionally whispered. I was keenly aware that my voice sounded small, puny, miniscule. No one even glanced at me.

None of us said a word after that, just.... gawked. I'm not sure for how long we all stood there, but it felt like hours and seconds both combined into one mess of a moment. Time stood still in the clearing, and the deafening ring of silence took up a dance in our ears.

“So… what happens now?” Lacey’s question roused us from our stupor. Matt straightened his back, steeling himself against whatever emotions he was feeling.

“We get answers.” He turned away from our discovery, looking towards the woods and the trail, moving confidently. We had no option but to follow reluctantly, throwing uneasy glances over our shoulders the entire time.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Heelloooooooo?! Anyone home?” I yelled while banging on the door to the ranger station.
Matt had had the idea that perhaps one of the workers here would know something about the um… facility, we’d found (specifically Mr. Stanley Jones). After bringing the girls were back at the campsite with Zack and Johhny; Matt, Jimmy, and I had come to one of the stations.

Just to be sure we didn’t miss anything though, we’d interrogated other rangers; however, to no avail. No one so far knew anything about an asylum.

I think they assumed we were on crack... but who knows, maybe we were.

"Fuck this," Jimmy's voice stopped my banging, "We'll try a different station." I sighed and stepped off the porch, sharing a dismayed look with the guys, when I heard the door squeak slightly. We froze and turned around, my eyes falling prey to the glare of a pair of blazing grey eyes.

"What do you want, boy?"

~~~~~~~~~~

"So that's it. A random… mental hospital on your campgrounds, sir." Matt finished with the telling of our tale, but added hastily; "I know I was told not to leave the path, but last night... I dunno, you got me really curious. That was what made us go looking in the first place."

Stanley's face remained impassive, but he was stroking his beard thoughtfully. I wondered for the 200th time what he was pondering.

"A hospital eh............? Are you sure it's just tobacco in them cigarettes of yours?"

"Seriously?!" Matt shouted out in anger, and stood up abruptly, causing his chair to fall back. Stanley stood up with just as much force.

I swear if looks could kill, they’d both be dead.

After a few seconds of murderous tension, I cleared my throat.

"Matt... We aren't here to kill anybody. We came for answers." I directed the last bit at Stanley, and his gaze softened slightly. He and Matt both sat back down slowly, and Stanley ran a hand through his lengthy, disheveled hair.

"An asylum..." He rolled the word over his tongue like he was tasting it, testing it, like it was an unfamiliar substance.

"Yes... There is an old story that was passed around town for a while... If I remember it correctly, it had somethin' to do with your discovery."

"Do you mind telling us?" I asked tentatively. He nodded and took a deep breath.

"It went like this," he began, "There was a mental ward somewhere around here, the only one for miles. It had an alarmin’ success rate, so it was a first choice with judges and lawyers to send their crazy clients. But it was said to have secrets, very dark secrets that, to this very day, no one knows about."

He paused and licked his lips before continuing;

"Well, even though the place was successful, it was getting torn down for an apartment complex or somethin'. So they were transferring all the patients to other hospitals, until only their most dangerous and most insane patient was left."

By now we were hanging on the edge of our chairs.

"Well, the day of her transfer, she had a breakdown, worse than the likes of anything they had ever seen. It was said that she killed every staff member on duty, and killed the warden last. And it’s said she killed them all while in a straight-jacket. Then she disappeared. Legend says she still haunts the hallways of that asylum..."

I noticed his eyes darkened and he licked his lips nervously, as if there was something else he did yet didn't want to mention.

"How do you know all this?" Jimmy whispered.

"Oh, pssh, everyone knew this story. Mama used to tell me she’d feed me to the patient if I didn’t eat all my veggies. Anyways," he stood up and pulled us up too to shake our hands, "You kids shouldn't over-think this.It's just a tale to scare children with." He ushered us out and shook our hands one more time.

"Thank you Officer Jones, for telling us. Also... What was the girl's name? The one that killed everyone?" Matt asked.

"Evie..... Evie Jacobs. But everyone used to call her Evil Evie." Stanley said as if in a trance, then he shook his head.

"Thanks for coming by... But boys," he said while we were walking off the porch. We looked up and he hesitated, like he had something desperately wanted to say.

"......... Y'all have a good day."

Then he closed the door.

Notes

Thank you subscribers and commenters!! You don't know how happy I am to see you guys enjoying the story... *Sniffle*......... But for how long will that last?

Comments

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.

I missed this story!!!!!!!!! Awesome chapter!
TheGoon TheGoon
12/1/13
@Miss_Vengeance_6661
I got a HUGE new chapter done, if you're still reading the story, and this crappeh chapter is explained in the notes :D
A7xlifeline415 A7xlifeline415
12/1/13
Yep sorry but this chapter is really kinda shit... it's just confusing that it's Val.. and if it's really Val than why did you write those diarythings? It doesn't go with that.. sorry but I just want to be honest and not sliming around with: "omfg that's so awesome" though that's not my real and honest opinion... anyways I'm glad that you not just gave up and stoppes writing completely and I completely don't want to unsettle you or something like that.. I just want you to gather yourself because I know that you could do it waaay better! Please don't give up and carry on.. and maybe you could rewrite that chapter because you said in the notes that you don't like it neither.. So maybe that's an option! :)
It was a good chapter! Don't be so fucking hard on yourself! Write a tiny tiny bit each day an it'll add up to a huge chapter, don't get bummed out... I really love this story, and I hope you're still doing the prequel and other stuff. ;)
TheGoon TheGoon
9/22/13