Komahina Angstober

Day 5:

Note: This story was brought to you by a book I read called Project 17 that was really really good go read it (sorry this one's a little lengthy)

"Nagito, why are we doing this?" Hajime groaned for the fifth time today. "I don't want to go to a haunted mental hospital! Those ghosts are probably waiting for dummies like us, to take vengeance for their deaths here!"

"Relax Hajime!" Kazuichi chirped as he led the way. "It's close to Halloween, we gotta do something really scary!" Hajime just made a scared noise, so Nagito wrapped his arm around him. "It'll be alright, I'll protect you," Hajime's boyfriend smiled. That made Hajime feel a bit better.

It was about a week until Halloween, and Hajime's best friend, Kazuichi, had wanted to do something really scary, something to blow all the other high schoolers' scary stories out of the water. So his solution was to break into an abandoned, haunted insane asylum, and bring Hajime with him. And since Hajime refused to go unless Nagito went, Nagito tagged along too.

Now they had found a back entrance and were sneaking in. Nagito and Kazuichi were jittery with excitement, while Hajime was just jittery with nerves. He didn't want to disturb the peace of some vengeful ghosts. The boys walked for a bit longer before they got to a long hallway. Kazuichi passed out flashlights and snacks and advised everyone to keep their phone cameras on hand, in case they could get a shot of a ghost and make a couple of bucks off of it.

Hajime didn't like the feeling of the place at all. It was dark without their flashlights, and incredibly ominous. Sometimes there would be an unexplainable creak of wood or a small skitter that would make Hajime practically jump into Nagito's arms. Nagito would giggle but make sure to hug Hajime comfortingly.

"Alright! Let's go check the bedrooms out!" Kazuichi whooped.

"Shhh!" Hajime whisper-shouted. "You don't want anyone to hear us!"

"Get real Hajime, there is no one here!" Kazuichi screamed down the hallway, getting a creepy echo back. Hajime shook his head but followed Kazuichi into a room. The room was very small, it only had a desk, a cabinet for clothes, a bed, and a tiny bathroom. There were also bars over the window, preventing any patient to escape.

Hajime walked over and inspected the bed. There were restraints that looked like they were meant for keeping someone in bed. The bedsheets looked very tangled, like they had been thrown around a lot. There were also scratches on the wall next to the bed, as if the bed had made them.

Nagito saw the marks as well. "It appears some patient was thrashing around so much they disheveled the sheets and scratched the wall," Nagito said. Hajime shuddered. Nagito was good at figuring things out, but he could have kept that to himself.

"Let's move on," Hajime grumbled before going into the next room. This room was exactly the same as the other one, but there were files upon files littered on the floor. It was like they had dumped an entire filing cabinet of patient files in here. Nagito picked up a random one and started reading. "Patient name, Toko Fukawa. Date of birth, March 3, 1965. Date of death, December 6, 1981. Diagnosis, multiple personality disorder. Claims she shares a personality with a serial killer."

"Creepy," Kazuichi breathed. Hajime had to agree. Kazuichi walked over to the bathroom, opened the door, and then admitted one of his high-pitched screams. Hajime ran up beside Kazuichi and screamed as well. Hanging in the bathroom was a noose.

"Nope! Nope! Nope! Next room!" Kazuichi declared before zooming out of the room, Hajime quick on his heels. Nagito inspected the noose before leaving as well. The boys entered the last room, a little fazed from the noose, but ready to continue. There was nothing extraordinary about the room. The bed was made, there was no blood, everything was in place. The only odd thing was all the drawings pinned up on the wall. Hajime inspected one. It was a pale hand with vines crawling up its arm, and the hand was cupping a flower. It was beautifully drawn, with extreme attention to detail down to the last flower petal.