The statue slams it's foot down as the girl pushes back landing in a puddle. The second one squeezes in-between two thick threes and spreads them apart like separating a forgotten spider web. Her hands slide in the muck, slipping she tries to stand up but is too late. She cries out for her mom with one last attempt of finding safety in solace.
Her screams echo through the woods followed by an abrupt silence. The ground begins to tremble again as the angels make their way back to the institute. Each one holding half a torso. The angel on the left holding the upper half of her body, her hazel eyes frozen in a look of sadness as blood leaks down her body.
Arriving to the steps they turn drop the mangled pieces onto the floor as they land in a sopping mess. The angels arch backwards onto the doors as they adjoin with the doors once more. Their eyes close while the bodies stiffen into solid masses.
Mrs.Cranston steps out and looks down at the meat and bones forged into a mess. She chuckles and looks up at the statues, "Good job."
She heads back inside to find the janitor to clean up outside. He pushes a mop bucket with a trash can past her, dark crevices folded under his dead eyes as he walks by.
"And save me the heart will you love?", she spoke with the innocence as if she was asking for a cup of tea. The janitor stays silent as he walks out the front doors.
The following morning Gil wakes up gasping for air. His lungs still sore from being suffocated all night in the other realm. He chokes and coughs forcing himself to sit up. His leg fully healed along with the rest of his body.
"Oh thank God. Curse and a blessing at the same time. Who would of thought?", he chuckles.
He looks around his confined room and stands up attempting to push the door open. Of course it wouldn't budge but worth a shot. He plops down onto the floor, his stomach aches in worry thinking of that night. What if that thing gets to him before he can escape again?
A small amount of light fills the room from the window, it's enough for him to feel safe for now. He decides to try to find help and stands up yelling.
"Hey someone! Anyone can you please help! Please! Fuck man I'm begging you guys!"
He slams his hands on the window but the thick glass makes his strained voice bounce back to him. He slides down to his knees crying.
"This is bullshit man. I don't deserve this...I don't."
A lock slides and the door releases as he falls forward. He catches his self and looks around confused. A figure runs off in the distance crawling into a hole in the wall.
Against his better judgement he decides to follow the being through the hole. Crawling through spider webs and darkness he yells out, "Hey hold up who are you?! Wait up!".
The being looks back for a second, his face covered in a rough beard and thick shaggy hair. He mutters, "Follow me.".
YOU ARE READING
Arbatian Mental Institution
HorrorA mental facility lies deep in isolation. Pain and torture are often and brutal. Three friends try to survive in a place of horror and keep their sanity, and stay alive.
