THE ASYLUM

Chapter 1

"Fifty years ago today the Olympus Asylum was shut down. News of unethical treatments and torture were discovered and forced the closing of the 247 year old building. People say the old asylum is still haunted to..." The broadcast was interrupted when my 'mom' shut off my tv. 

"Will you turn that damn television off. They're just putting these crazy ideas in your head," She demanded.

"Sorry..." Its all I could say.

"Blair, sweetie, you know this isn't something someone your age should be seeing."

"I'm 17 years old! I think Ill be just fine!"

"Do not yell at me ever again or I'll kick you out as fast as I brought you into this home!"

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Yup. That's my life. 

I'm Blair. Blair Marlow. Of course my mothers last name isn't the same as mine. She's not even actually my mom. She took me in from one of my many foster homes. She technically adopted me but I still can't call her mom. I would rather call her by her first name, Ella, but she hates when I call her by her first name.

I'm a very adventurous kid. I love finding out new things. Especially those of the scary kind. I feel like that's why no one ever wanted me, because I liked exploring too much. They hated not being able to know where I was half the time.

I don't remember anything from when I was little. Not one thing. Honestly the only things I can remember are the past two years at the foster home and then coming here, with Ella.

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*ring ring*

I reached over for my phone to see my best friend Alyssa calling.

"Hey! Whats up?" I answered.

"Nothing really. I was just wondering... since tonight is the 50th anniversary of the asylum... I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do some exploring later?"

"Alyssa, I don't think that would be the best idea. If we got caught we could be arrested."

"Please Blair, for me?!"

"..."

"Blair?"

"Ugh fine. Pick me up at 6:30."

"6:30?! We will get caught for sure!"

"fine seven at the latest."

That was it. Its not like Ella would even notice I was gone because she never notices when I'm gone. She doesn't care enough.

I watched the clock as time ticked by very slowly. It was 6:05 pm. Ill just do my hair and get dressed and it should be almost time to leave by then. 

I threw my hair up into a ponytail and wiped off my makeup from the day. I wouldn't need makeup anyways, it dark outside already. Plus, there's no one for me to impress at an asylum at seven o'clock at night. I then grabbed a t-shirt and my favorite pair of light wash shorts to go with the 75 degree weather. I also added a sweatshirt just in case if it got chilly. Although, I have a feeling I wont be needing it.

Hopefully I wasted enough time. I looked at the clock again.

6:17.

Ugh.

I sat there and watched the clock. 

6:18...

6:19...

Footsteps coming up the stairs...

6:20...

More footsteps nearing my door...

6:20...

Footsteps?!

I threw my blankets over me so Ella wouldn't question why I was dressed up, and I turned away from the door.

My door swung open hitting the wall and almost causing the doorknob to go right through the wall, without a knock and she came in yelling.

"Why the hell didn't you make my bed and vacuum?! You know we have company coming over tomorrow!" She exclaimed.

"Well maybe because your bed isn't for me to make."

"Don't be smart with me!"

I didn't respond. I sat there listening to her ramble about all the things that I supposedly do wrong for who knows how long. I put my blankets over my head and waited for her to leave. After plenty of waiting I heard the door slam shut and then finally uncovered myself.

I looked at the time, and by the time she had finally stopped yelling at me and finally left my room it was 6:57. I opened up my bedroom window and felt my room warm up by about 10 degrees within the next minute from the warm summer air outside. 

By 6:59 I saw lights pull up about two houses down from my house and I saw a flashlight in the car window flash five times really fast and that's how I knew it was Alyssa. Alyssa and I have snuc out together plenty of times before. 

I slid my legs out the window first onto the roofing right outside my window. I slowly closed my window behind me and then I climbed down the slanted roof, jumping onto the ground.

I ran fast to Alyssa's car and jumped into the passenger seat. 

She drove out of my subdivision like a mad-women, running over curbs as she turned corners. She flashed her bright lights, as we went by the park, at two teenagers making out on a park bench and they freaked out shielding their eyes.

 We laughed and kept on driving.

It took us about twenty minutes to pull up onto Elm Street where the Asylum lay looking bigger than anything else in the whole city. 

Alyssa slowed her pace as we neared the dead end road.

"I'm not too sure about this anymore Blair. I didn't think it would be this scary up close." Alyssa said, chickening out.

"Are you serious? We just drove all the way out here, you cant wuss now."

She just looked at me with a worried expression.

"I just have a bad feeling."

"I know Alyssa. Everyone always does when they go to places like this."

She parked the car about thirty five feet away from the Asylum and we both awkwardly opened our doors and stood staring at the abandoned building. 

The sign reading 'Olympus Asylum' was scratched and fading with a bullet hole shot right in between the two words.

The barbed wire fences still had a faint buzzing sound as if they were still on. As if they were warning us.

We saw that the lock on the front gate was broke open as we neared the building. 

"Well shit, I take it we weren't the first ones exploring the old place," Alyssa said, pointing out the obvious.

I just shook my head.

Neither of us moved. We just stood there staring at the Asylum with blank expressions, not knowing whether we should go in or not. 

What was there to say? We were standing right outside the most haunted building in all of America.