26

Old Mill

We drove down the town once more to the old high school. As I got out of the car I was greeted by my lovely girlfriend, Clair Wells. As soon as school lets out today Clair and I are going for a neat tour around the Old Mill Asylum. Its currently 2016, we can assume its been shutdown for a while.

"Are you nervous to go there?" I turned to face Clair with a look of suprise. "I'll protect you if something goes wrong." I reasurred her. Time passed and surley enough at 3:30 pm we were released from school.

We started walking a few blocks towards my house before turning to where the tour groups were heading. The asylum was at least 4 stories with over 200 rooms. It makes me dizzie just staring at it.

We started off on the first floor and work our way up. Many of the tourists did the same. As we approched the second floor a deppressing feeling came over me. It made me feel heavy and like a thousand pounds was just lifted on my back with no support. "Maybe we shouldn't of came here, Clair." I rubbed the back of my head. For some reason I had a huge mirgain. "Eh. Anyone who was hear is now gone and other tourists dont mind." Clair shook every fear she had off.

Maybe she was right no one seemed to really care. "Sure but their tourists. Nothing freaks them out, everything is always fasinating to them." I leaned against a wall for a brief moment to catch my breath. "Besides I dont feel to good. Im really dizzie and light headed."
"One more floor." Clair counterprotested. "Besides it is just the high atmosphere."

We walked up to the third floor and walked down the tourist filled hallways. A letter of some sort passed by. I turned to face where the note was going only to my supprise a girl with a mask cought it. She stood there for a split second then disappeared as a camera flash woke me from my "hallucination."

"Damn it. Missed it again!" A voice echoed from behind me. I turned around to see Clair looking at an old photograph and an old man with a camera in his hands.

Shakily he put his camera to his chest again and let it hang from his neck. I walked over to the hunched old man and asked curiously what he was taking a picture of. Stifly he rose up a little standing straight to atleast 6'3. "I tried takin a picture of  one of the ol' apperitions. But she be a trickey one." He staired off into the distance a little before turning his attention to me.

"She?" I asked him in confusion. "Aye t'would be the apperition of one of the masked girls. She be fourteen and wore a mask like the others. Two buns, wide life less painted eyes, with lips the color of plums. The mask hid er' identidy from others." The man had a small grin that stretched to his left ear.

I staired blankly. "Are you ready to leave Rae? You said you were sick and im done here." Clair's eyes scanned me for any emotion. I couldnt respond in words so I simply nodded. I couldn't stop thinking about that girl.

As soon as we left the Asylum and got onto my street the thoughts started to worsen. What was she holding? Why did she wear a mask? Why is she so young? How did she die? Why did she stair at me? Was she looking at Clair? More importantly, who was she? All of these questions gathered in my mind and made my migrane worsen.

I dropped to my knees on the sidewalk rubbing my temples. Clair stopped and looked back at me. "Rae? Are you okay?" Clair had a look of consern. I nod again in response, I expected a hug when I got a slap instead. "What the?" I covered the right side of my face as rage filled me. "Clair what the hell was that for!" I practically shouted. Her eyes were filled with anger. "Why wont you talk to me?" I looked at her with an 'are you kidding me right now' look.

"I have a migrain. You really think I want to talk?" I tried to sound as calm as possible knowing Clair can get upset easily. She simply looked at the ground and walked over and huged me. Confusion filled my eyes as I hugged her back. "Lets never go to that Asylum again." She finally spoke after a long period of quietness.

I was totally find with that. I can live with not going somewhere weird all the time. But thats when I saw something catch my eye. A letter. The same letter the masked girl was running after. It must have escaped her reach. As rude as it might seem I decided to take it home and read it over. It could help me get a good sense of who she was.