"Number 105"
A number I will never forget.
It was my number back in the Orbus Asylum for deranged and sanity challenged children who had no family to take care of them. They told me I'd be safe. They told me that they would find me a family. They would BE my family. They lied. It was my own personal hell. And the hell of many of my brothers and sisters. Many children who grew older usually turned out to work there. ... Others were killed... In the eve of their 18nth birthday. I remember the screams that kept me up late at night. They still do. They haunt me in the dead of the night.
From afar the appearance would have fooled you. It looks like a church, but this place is anything but holy.
The creaking wooden steps led to the marble floor, the colossal wooden doors. Even from the outside I could hear them, the deranged laughter, the hysterical tears and screams, the incessant moaning. It made me shudder. I took a good look around the area. It was a building that lay in a forest near the road, the sky was blue, the birds chirped, the air smelled of dried leaves and dew. It might be the last time I can see it.
The doors opened.
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Story of Orbus Asylum.
The man who started it all. No. We can't start from there. Those records were burned, destroyed, when his son had come into the picture. He was just as crazy as the old man. He brought his own children to his workplace, sorrounded by the heinous atmosphere. And because of that. He had to pay the price. His son was the heir to the cursed building. Then...
He killed his own daughter. His son had comitted suicide a while after.
A man of 23 years had taken his own life. A girl of 8 years was killed by the man she called her father.
They say the young girl still haunts the place. She causes despair and tortures the children. As for the young man. None say. Some claim of a young handsome blonde haired man with dead black eyes who greeted them upon their visit. Others say that no one in the asylum has seen such a man.
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