What He Wants

Pounding On Insanity

                                      Pounding on Insanity

The Beginning.

The entrance to the hall was small, laden with dust and cob webs that shimmered like ice in the beam of light. Faded crimson and gold wall paper hangs in eerie strips off the walls, rustling lightly in the breeze that drifted past my legs. There is blood covering the floor and screams filling the air.

Every room I pass I see monstrous things something like out of a seriously fucked up movie about old hospitals. There’s purple and green lights flickering in the one I’m heading towards. I finally start recognizing the hospital I’m in. It’s the one my friends being kept in. The insane asylum.

I had visited her here once before. She had become very ill according to her parents, so they packed up some of her things and shipped her here for further testing. Something is wrong with her brain. The doctors couldn’t really understand at the regular clinic. She tried killing a few people…then finally succeeded on killing her girlfriend.

I don’t open any of the closed doors out of fear for what I might find. A sense of worry washes over me and panic sets in making me bolt off into the direction of my friend’s room.

“What if somethinghappened to her?” I look around seeing a pile of dead bodies stacked up in a corner of the hallway. A creak in the floor boards made me jump with panic.

A girl with long blond hair was crawling towards me with blood flowing like a river out of her mouth. She is crawling towards my feet making my whole body jolt with fear. The girl is defiantly dead or dying. I feel like I should help her but with the way this night has been going around here I get spooked and run.

“What the fuck was all that about?”

A small sense of guilt makes me regret running away from the girl but not even thinking about turning around. I look past all the blood on the walls looking for anything that I could use as a weapon. A small piece of red metal gleamed off the light of my flashlight.

“A fire extinguisher!”

I start looking for a way of getting it out from behind the glass built into the wall. I can’t find anything on the outside of the glass that doesn’t involve having a key to open it. So I take off my sweater   and wrap it around my fist and start punching at it. After trying for what seemed like hours to get it to break open I began kicking at it. Finally seeing the glass break into little webbed strings.

With the fire extinguisher in my hands I headed down the hallway to save my friend, the people standing alongside the wall making me be more cautious. They all were patients here. That much is obvious making them dangerous and fucking psycho.

At last I reach the door I needed to enter. I open the door very slowly not wanting to attract too much attention to myself. Once inside I close the door immediately behind me, turning around to look for her and seeing two or three dead bodies in all corners of the room. The smell of corpse stinging my nostrils making me have to cover my nose.

From the corner of my eye I see one of them twitch. It’s a dead girl with her eyes staring right at me. She’s a pale blue and her hair’s a wicked mess. My heart begins to move up into my throat. Her mouth falls open pouring blood down her night gown. “Hey!” Someone yells from behind her throwing her down to the floor in front of me.

“What are you doing here?” My friend asks crawling out from behind the pile of dead bodies.

“You’re alive!”

“Yeah I wouldn’t have been if it wasn’t for the insane amount of dead people to hide under. There’s a man here looking to kill us all.”

“Are you sure? I haven’t seen any one that wasn’t in a night gown uniform like all the patients here.”

“I’m positive I watched him kill all these people.”

“We have to get out of here then!”

“How are we going to do that?”

“The same way I came! Through the front door! Come on!”

“Okay...” She says moving behind me and pulling a blade she had been hiding from inside her gown. Once inside the hall she stabs me in my back 4-5 times. I fall to my knees completely aware that I am dying. A crowd of insane people surround me laughing as I start to choke on my own blood.

The End J