Scream | Shawn Mendes

Chapter Seven: Cell Block C

As we stepped into the hallway, everything got scarier. It was almost like you could hear the screams of all the patients.

Kat clung on me as we walked forward, the place was dark and desolate, the rooms were gross and mildew-y.

The floors grey paint was cracked, revealing spots of concrete everywhere.

I wasn't as scared as I was before, mostly because i had a mission to get us out of here safe.

The walls were cement cinderblocks, grey like the floors. The doors to the rooms/cells were a rusted green colour with bars in the middle.

This place looked like hell, and I honestly don't understand how anyone could survive in this place.

We walk further into the hallway, and shine our lights everywhere.

There were cobwebs all over the ceiling and doors, sometime the cobwebs were hanging down in front of us.

A door at the end of the hallway came
Into view. We walked a little faster to get there, and finally got to the door.

We looked up to see what was the label on the door, but there wasn't one.

*Daniels POV*
Ashley stayed clung onto me as we walked. The door in the room led to the kitchen. The metal that made everything was old and rusty. There were still some knives out, and some plastic spoons.

I grabbed one of the rusty knives and put it in my bag. "What are you doing?" Ashley said, looking at me weirdly. "For defense" I replied and threw my bag over my shoulder again.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the kitchen out another door. The door led into the cafeteria, it was dark and dusty. Beams from the ceiling hung down and touched the floor.

The tables looked extremely old, some had games left on them, and some had food trays on them.

This place wasn't as scary as we thought it would be. Yes, there's probably a killer on the loose, but who said that he'd be here. Maybe it's his drop off site?

I grab the Walkie talkie and press the button to speak "hey, check. But anyways, what do all of you think of staying here and exploring more? I mean, it's not like the killer is here" I said hoping that we all could stay.

The line was silent for a second and then everyone said check. And then agreed.Ashley looked at me almost like she was ready to cry.

"I don't want to stay here" she cried out, hitting my arm.

"We'll be fine, anyways, i have that knife with me." I assured her. She shook her head and walked on.

"I wonder what kind of stuff they ate here." I said, looking at the old plastic tray in front of me.

"Horse shit." She said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Probably" I laughed, and she lost it finally.

"I feel bad for them though..." She said, running her fingers across the table leaving clean marks.

"Yeah . me too" I replied, and shined the light at the ceiling. "Its not so bad in here though.." I added.

"Yeah, but imagine being in it while it was actually a mental asylum." She rolled her eyes.

"That would be horrible." I cringed and grabbed her hand.

I've heard that mental patients from the 50's have the same anxiety levels as teenagers currently. which is pretty bad on our part. I guess we're just insane.

We start to walk towards the next door we see, which has a red exit sign above it.

"I wonder where this leads to?" Ashley said, slowly pushing the door open...

*Cameron's POV*

"This is epic" I said as i laid down on one of the beds left in a cell/room.

The door we took led to cell block A which was oddly kept up. I mean, it was still messy and gross, but it didn't look that bad.

Andrea looks at me and rolls her eyes. "Get off of there, that's gross" She cringed and examined the walls.

A poster of a naked-ish woman was hanging on the wall, one corner was hanging down. "I wonder who was staying in here." She said, opening a drawer in a dresser.

"Probably Kit from AHS" I laughed, hoping she didn't think my joke was too lame.

"Nah. he's not real, but it's probably some horny f.uck, judging by the lotion in the night stand and the poster.. I didn't even know that they could have these items? isn't that a hazard? Some f.ucktard could have eaten it or something.." She finishes with a laugh.

"Well, i guess they were allowed to, judging from that, because i don't think they were allowed to have visitors." I smiled and sat up.

The springs in the bed creaked and squeaked as i moved. The bed sheets and blanket were itchy, it would have been horrible to stay here.

Andrea continued to go through a drawer, i watched her contently as she shifted through everything.

"Don't you find it weird that they just left everything here when it was abandoned? Like what did they do with the patients?" She said, still shifting through the drawer.

"I dunno... I never researched it." I said as she looked at me.

"I learned about it in my history class, but i don't think that's what happened" She said curiously, and looked back at the stuff in the drawer.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to see what was in the drawer that was so interesting.

"Well, they said that the hospital was seen unfit to go on, so they moved the patients to various locations and closed down the hospital." She peered back at me.

"I mean, it makes sense. because if they thought it was unfit to go on, they wouldn't care about the patients belongings, they just moved them." I shrugged.

I do think its weird, yes, but i don't think that it was that big of a deal to be honest.

obviously it was important to move them right away.

"Are you ready to go check out another room?" I asked her, and stood up.

She turned towards me and nodded.

I gestured her out first and i followed behind. We walked across the hall to another room, and I did the same thing that i did in the other room and sat down on the bed.

She also repeated her actions and walked over to the nightstand.

This room was messier than the other room, it wasn't so up kept like the last one. She opened the drawer and began searching through it.

what is she looking for? i thought. She's been doing this in every room we've been to. She shifts through the drawer more, and i shift on the bed.

"uh... Ehrm... What are you looking for Andrea?" I ask, shinning my light on her.

"Something that tells me what happened here..." She says, looking at me.

I shift again, and realize that the bed feels hard under my ass.

She looks at me weirdly when my face twists in confusion.

I step off the bed and lift it up, revealing a brown, what looks like leather, journal.

I reach and pick it up, turning to her with a smile. "Is this enough?" I said.