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Authors: Francisco J Ruiz
Tags: thriller, Asylum, conspiracy, Schizophrenia, ghost story, insanity and madness, crazy, psychiatric ward
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right opened just as I walked
past, a doctor walking slowly out, reading off a clipboard. He
glanced up and his eyes grew wide with surprise. I had only seconds
before he sounded the alarm.
"Would you believe I’m a travelling
saleswoman, trying to sale only the highest quality Charlie
Brown-themed baseball caps?" I asked, doffing my Snoopy Cap and
holding it out before me. Which was a mistake, because it revealed
the strange little mouse creature sitting on my head.
The doctor screamed and fled. I figured it
was best I did the same. I put the Cap snugly back on my head,
relying on Mousy to keep it there, and ran as fast as I could, no
longer caring about silence.
There was a shout behind me. Whether it was
aimed at me or the terrified doctor, I didn’t know. I just ran,
flat out down the hall, as fast as my little feet would carry
me.
We hit another set of stairs, leading up to
the second floor. I was back in familiar territory now, on the same
floor as my old room. It was mildly comforting.
In alarm, I realized just how close I really
was to my room, spotting the corner where Derrick had led me into
an ambush. With a smile, I also realized that the room where I’d
met the Killer and dropped my journal was nearby. According to the
doctors it did not exist, meaning I would be safe from discovery
within it.
Running towards it, hoping
that it did still
exist for me, I laughed aloud when I saw the door. I just hoped the
Killer wasn’t still in there. I opened it and dived inside,
slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, holding the
door knob still with my hand. Minutes passed by before I heard
shouting and running footsteps. They continued on past the door,
soon fading further down the hallway. I was safe.
Letting out a smug sigh of relief, I turned
to observe the contents of this mystery room, hoping that I would
not find the Killer standing there waiting, knife in hand. I was
alone.
The room was just like that of any patient,
with a bed, an empty shelf, and a small toilet being the only
furnishings. It was perhaps darker than it should have been, the
whole room having a kind of gloom over it. But if gloom was all I
faced, then I could deal with that. My whole life I had lived in
gloom.
There was no body though, no sign of the
patient whose murder I had walked in on. Not even any blood stains.
Well, the doctors did through all their lies claim I was
schizophrenic. Maybe I had imagined it? But it was no time to start
doubting myself now. If I started doubting all that I’d been
through and seen, where would that leave me?
"Do you think I’m crazy, Mousy?" I asked,
reaching up and gently plucking him off my head, bringing him down
to eye level.
He rustled. I took it as a reassuring sort
of rustle that meant he trusted my sanity. At least, I hoped that’s
what it meant. He leapt out of my hands and scampered across the
floor into a corner. I followed him with my eyes and noticed with
delight that he had found my journal.
That made me happy. Picking it up and
thumbing through it to make sure all was as it should be, I took a
seat on the bed to rest my weary feet. Only then did I realize just
how tired I was. I laid my head back, intending to rest for just a
few minutes and regain at least a little of my flagging energy. At
some point, sleep took me, my body exhausted from the day's
endeavors...
Nil, Out (out cold, ha ha ha!)
Day 63
This morning was particularly disturbing,
even considering all the strangeness that is so common to my life.
I woke up to find the odd gloom that I had noticed upon entering
the room to be thicker, almost like fog. Worse, there was a
slightly blurry human head stained into the floor, its mouth opened
in a silent scream. The head was about five feet by five feet in
width, and I suspected it was that of the patient who had been
slain by the Killer. I hadn’t been seeing things afterall.
I should have been freaked out, but I was
more sad than anything. I
past, a doctor walking slowly out, reading off a clipboard. He
glanced up and his eyes grew wide with surprise. I had only seconds
before he sounded the alarm.
"Would you believe I’m a travelling
saleswoman, trying to sale only the highest quality Charlie
Brown-themed baseball caps?" I asked, doffing my Snoopy Cap and
holding it out before me. Which was a mistake, because it revealed
the strange little mouse creature sitting on my head.
The doctor screamed and fled. I figured it
was best I did the same. I put the Cap snugly back on my head,
relying on Mousy to keep it there, and ran as fast as I could, no
longer caring about silence.
There was a shout behind me. Whether it was
aimed at me or the terrified doctor, I didn’t know. I just ran,
flat out down the hall, as fast as my little feet would carry
me.
We hit another set of stairs, leading up to
the second floor. I was back in familiar territory now, on the same
floor as my old room. It was mildly comforting.
In alarm, I realized just how close I really
was to my room, spotting the corner where Derrick had led me into
an ambush. With a smile, I also realized that the room where I’d
met the Killer and dropped my journal was nearby. According to the
doctors it did not exist, meaning I would be safe from discovery
within it.
Running towards it, hoping
that it did still
exist for me, I laughed aloud when I saw the door. I just hoped the
Killer wasn’t still in there. I opened it and dived inside,
slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, holding the
door knob still with my hand. Minutes passed by before I heard
shouting and running footsteps. They continued on past the door,
soon fading further down the hallway. I was safe.
Letting out a smug sigh of relief, I turned
to observe the contents of this mystery room, hoping that I would
not find the Killer standing there waiting, knife in hand. I was
alone.
The room was just like that of any patient,
with a bed, an empty shelf, and a small toilet being the only
furnishings. It was perhaps darker than it should have been, the
whole room having a kind of gloom over it. But if gloom was all I
faced, then I could deal with that. My whole life I had lived in
gloom.
There was no body though, no sign of the
patient whose murder I had walked in on. Not even any blood stains.
Well, the doctors did through all their lies claim I was
schizophrenic. Maybe I had imagined it? But it was no time to start
doubting myself now. If I started doubting all that I’d been
through and seen, where would that leave me?
"Do you think I’m crazy, Mousy?" I asked,
reaching up and gently plucking him off my head, bringing him down
to eye level.
He rustled. I took it as a reassuring sort
of rustle that meant he trusted my sanity. At least, I hoped that’s
what it meant. He leapt out of my hands and scampered across the
floor into a corner. I followed him with my eyes and noticed with
delight that he had found my journal.
That made me happy. Picking it up and
thumbing through it to make sure all was as it should be, I took a
seat on the bed to rest my weary feet. Only then did I realize just
how tired I was. I laid my head back, intending to rest for just a
few minutes and regain at least a little of my flagging energy. At
some point, sleep took me, my body exhausted from the day's
endeavors...
Nil, Out (out cold, ha ha ha!)
Day 63
This morning was particularly disturbing,
even considering all the strangeness that is so common to my life.
I woke up to find the odd gloom that I had noticed upon entering
the room to be thicker, almost like fog. Worse, there was a
slightly blurry human head stained into the floor, its mouth opened
in a silent scream. The head was about five feet by five feet in
width, and I suspected it was that of the patient who had been
slain by the Killer. I hadn’t been seeing things afterall.
I should have been freaked out, but I was
more sad than anything. I
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