"Working at an asylum probably wasn't my best choice of a job. Pay was well, but the air it's self was dangerous. The entire place was threatening. Yet I hated my job. I guess I just wanted the money."
The doctor continued writing in his journal while a young women was perched on one of his couches, staring aimlessly out the window.
"I felt bad though, at the asylum. All those people, those poor people, were locked in their rooms. They would scream, bang the walls, run around, and threaten us. It was the most frightening horrific thing I'd never see again."
The doctor continued writing, but he looked at the women for a few seconds.
"Please continue Ms. Anderson", he said closing the journal putting all his focus to the women's words.
"Please, call me Elizabeth."
The doctor shook his head once slowly. Elizabeth took a deep breath.
"One day, on a snowy day, the wind was blowing hard, causing trees to break and houses to shatter. I've never seen the weather so terrible."
The doctor stood up from his chair and walked over to files on his immense wooden desk.
"Some of the people were shouting that they created the storm. Sadly, I believed them."
The doctor took out a file titled 'Elizabeth Marie Anderson'. He opened it and examined some of the papers.
"Something, I don't know what exactly, someone or thing had opened the cages for the people. And, just when we thought nothing could go worse, the power went out. I think it was the storm. Anyway, every worker was in danger of death. No one knew what the people would do, it was a life or death situation."
The doctor took out a paper typed with red letters. He studied it.
"I remember complete insanity and the smell of decaying bodies. I was stuck in the asylum alone, all by myself hiding, for three days. Then all the police, military, you name it, came and rescued me and a few others."
The doctor put his attention back on Elizabeth, "Is that it my dear?" It took awhile for Elizabeth to answer.
"Yes. Nothing more, nothing less."
The doctor took the file and put it back on his desk the way he found it.
"Please rest. We will have more discussion tomorrow, for I believe you are forgetting some important parts to this story."
YOU ARE READING
Asylum Psychos
HorrorElizabeth Anderson escaped an Asylum under lock down. She is now talking to a doctor for information about the Asylum's unexpected lockdown. Will she tell the correct story or will she leave out the danger and secrets she faced upon?
