A Night in Mount Massive (Outlast Fanfiction)

Chapter One

                                          Administration Block Part One

Once Miles and I reached the gates, I reached to open them. They wouldn’t budge. “Shit,” I said under my breath. I looked at Miles, who had found a smaller gate nearby.

“We’ll try this one,” He said, pushing it. It opened with an audible creak, which made me cringe. I really hoped there was nobody around but us that could hear it. Getting slaughtered before we even got in there was definitely not on my bucket list.

“Have your camera ready. Remember, it’s important for you to show what you’re investigating, not only on the inside, but on the outside,” Miles said to me as we walked onto the asylum’s grounds.

“Got it,” I replied, pulling my camcorder up.

“I feel sick just looking at this damn place,” Miles said to me as we recorded the grounds. The wind picked up, scattering dead leaves all around us. We saw a few large white van-like vehicles parked in front of the asylum’s doors.

“Huh. Guess the dirty bastards decided to call in their special forces,” Miles commented.

“Guess so,” I responded, a feeling of dread settling into my stomach. The closer we walked to the asylum, the more my heart raced. I could faintly hear a sound, almost above a whisper, the faint buzzing of static. I wondered if Miles could hear it too, but ultimately decided against asking him. I was questioning myself if the sound was really even there.

“We can’t use the entrance doors. They will be securely shut.” Miles said.

“How do we get in then?” I asked, walking around to the other side of the asylum. Miles nudged my shoulder. “There,” he replied, looking up at a ladder leading to a wooden contraption leading to one of the upper floors.

“Now or never, Blackie,” He said quietly as he began climbing the ladder. I followed suit, feeling the cold metal in my hands as we climbed. “Blackie?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

“Your hair is black. Hence Blackie,” he replied in a tone that clearly said duh.

“I have a name, you know,” I replied as we entered the asylum. Before Miles could speak, the power cut, leaving us in darkness. Despite my former investigations, I was nervous. This made it worse. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but this place felt sinister and eerie, even more so with the lights out. We quickly switched on our night vision, illuminating the room we were in in a green glow.

What if we’re not alone? My skin prickled at the thought.

“I wonder what in the hell happened here,” I said, alarmed, as we surveyed our surroundings. The couches, tables, and chairs in the room were all flipped over and tossed around the room. Glass littered the floor, crunching under our feet as we walked. It looked like a tornado had hit in here.

“Some major shit happened, that’s what,” Miles replied, in that same sarcastic tone.

“Gee, Sherlock. Never would have noticed,” I said, rolling my eyes. I noticed a door to our left, already open. As if it were waiting for us. I shivered.

“Let’s get this over with. This place is giving me the creeps,” I said. I walked through the door, Miles behind me. We stopped for a moment, looking to our left. The hallway was blocked off by file cabinets and desks, and as we looked to the right, we saw that that hallway was blocked off as well.

“The only way to go is straight ahead,” Miles said, gesturing to the door across the hall from the room we just came out of. Upon entering the room, we noticed that it was in better shape than the first one we were in. Couches and tables were placed at odd angles but at least this time, the room wasn’t a complete mess.