The Madhouse

chapter 3

Mr Johnson arrived at this strange abandoned asylum. Indeed, this atmosphere might seem scary to other people, but Freddy was comfortable in it. Seen from the outside, the walls were a greenish black soiled with mold and marred by time. The windows were smashed and the shutters were just bits of wood hanging from the windows. Carried away by his passion, he stepped firmly into the impressive building. It was filled with silence and a heavy atmosphere passed through it. Pieces of broken glass filled the floor and the silence was filled with the sound of Freddy's footsteps walking on the crumbled glass. The wind seemed to want to cry out in order to break this silence which was becoming distressing, it caused cracking noises that resounded throughout the asylum because the walls were no longer very tight. Despite his excitement, Mr Johnson was distraught at the prospect of facing the unknown, he didn't know what he was going to come across.

With his feet closed he threw himself up and climbed an interminable staircase, the more he advanced the more he had a doubtful feeling. Every room he discovered was exactly the same as in his dream. The hallways were very dark but he found a door and his instinct decided to open it. A huge empty room that looked like a living room was revealed. Suddenly Freddy thought he was dreaming but he wasn't. In the middle of the room sat a man with his back on a sofa. His heart raced but he didn't act as if nothing had happened, "Sir, do you need help? Freddy asked politely. He received no responses and the man stood still as if he hadn't heard it. Before he could identify his face, the man mysteriously disappeared. Even though his house seemed haunted, it was the very first time in his life that he had faced this kind of situation.

The next day and the following days Freddy returned to Madhouse to find out more, but the only thing he found out was the strange regular appearance of this man. He had never been able to see her face and he had managed to understand that he could see this man but in reality he did not see him. These appearances were more and more frequent and were starting to have an impact on Mr Johnson's mental health. He was no longer sleeping and was becoming obsessed with what he thought was a ghost. In reality it was not, it was the memories recorded by the asylum, much like a trip back in time. Mr. Johnson saw parts of the life of a man who had lived long ago. Her monotonous life had become exciting and everything was starting to make sense.