The Supernatural Symbol

18. Mentally Insane

OK. Now you all have every right to be annoyed with me. I don't really have any excuse for updating so awfully late, its just that I've been occupied with so many things. I'd rather not make you wait any longer than I already have, so lets get on with it.

State Department Report: Case #168: Filed 10.28 PM on 11/04/2005

Ever since he was a child, Kristopher Silva has always claimed he could communicate with the dead. He said that they told him things about the future and how and when people would end their lives. He was bullied at school and called a freak. Things grew worse as he got older and at the age of 16 he ran away from his home and went to work at a carnival. He was in a wizardry booth and would predict people's futures. Things went well for him until one day he collapsed in the middle of his lunch break. After being rushed to hospital and awaking from his coma his behaviour was not the same. He was quieter and his career started failing. Instead of predicting just people's futures he went further and started to predict their very deaths, place and time included. His co-workers noticed a big difference in his appearance as his eyes grew darker and he looked more tired. They would sometime wake up in the middle of the night due to strange noises coming from Silva's Cabin. They would go to investigate and find many demonic symbols and candles all over the place and the room would be trashed. As soon as they blinked though, the signs and drawings were gone and they were left with just a slightly messy room. The boss soon reported Silva to the authorities which moved him to the Erie Asylum for the Mentally Insane in Pennsylvania. He was kept in the asylum for 37 years until he mysteriously died. His body seemed to have disappeared from his occupied room, and ever since his death every patient that has stayed in his room has disappeared under the span of two days. After the rapid disappearance of a majority of patients, the Erie Asylum has now legally been closed down.

State Department Report : Case #836: Filed at 5.23 AM 18/07/2007

At around 4.20 AM on 16/07/2007, Miriam Bentley, Alina Roe, Brandon Stephenson, and Tim Conway were reported as missing. They four were last seen on surveillance cameras outside the abandoned Erie Asylum. They were spotted entering and when they did not return out of the building, a search party was sent in to investigate. The team found no evidence of any recent entries. 

Cia's POV:

It actually feels different. With Lauren being gone. Even though I didn't know her for that long at all. I kind of feel bad that the hunt ruined Sam's friendship with her though. Well it's probably best to move on. We've been in this motel for around a week now, after moving from one to another for quite a few weeks. This is our fourth week in the second state we've traveled to. We are now moving out of this hotel and are on our way to Pennsylvania. 

"Which fake credit card is it now?" I nudge Sam and quietly ask him while Dean is paying the cashier at the motel trying to look as normal as possible.

"I think the 8th one we've been through now." Sam says back. I nod in and then smile as the man at the cashier says goodbye. We get in the car and start making our way to Pennsylvania. I find some gum from the bottom of my bag that I didn't even know I had. It's quite a long ride and we stop twice on the way. At the first stop I get a bag of chips and at the second I bought water and for some reason I bought some cheap wine red nail polish. Guess my girly side kicked in after all of these long years. At the last minute I decide to bring a bag of tissues as well in case I spill anything anywhere. I try to paint my nails in the car but the result is just a dark red mess on my fingers. 

"The hell is that smell?" Dean scowls at my nail polish in the mirror. 

"It's my nail polish, what does it smell like?" I roll my eyes back at him. The car ride carries on in silence. Since my nail-do isn't going so well, I decide to drop the bottle of polish out the car window. As I roll the window down on the car, Sam gives me a confused look through the side mirror. I just make eye contact and then turn back to the window. I hold the bottle out of the window and drop it. Even though its not that big of a deal, I watch slowly as the the bottle falls down and then shatters into what seems like a million pieces on the asphalt road below. The remaining polish inside the still half full, barely used container pours out and seeps between the shards of glass, like a river running around a scattering of stones. It's not really that interesting of a sight but I take in the moment, sticking my head out the window and staring at the shattered glass until it drifts away and vanishes on the horizon point where the early morning sun rises. As soon as the short, random but nice moment is gone, I wake back up into reality and stare at the red mess that remains on my hands.

We pull up at a small motel just five minutes out of Pennsylvania. We carry our bags and repeat the same cycle we've been at for nearly four weeks now. Check in, stay for one or two weeks, check out and then drive. We get a 2 bedroom room with Sam and Dean in a room and then me in another. Dean picks up a newspaper on the way to our room. As soon as we get into the room, I throw my bag down on an armchair and crash on my bed. I sigh very loudly and then complain to Dean,

"Why on earth did we have to get up so early when we had all the time in the world to get here?"

"Pfft it's simply because - Because... Hmm well I actually don't know why." Dean shrugs. 

"Yes, OK, such logic." I mutter into the bed sheets. Dean sighs as he sits down on the couch and opens the newspaper to read. After a while he calls both Sam and I over,

"Hey guys, come check this out;" 

Sam and I walk over to him and see what Dean is pointing at.

"Says here that 4 kids went missing a few days ago after entering an abandoned asylum and not coming back out. Sound spooky to any of you?" Dean looks up at us from the newspaper.

"What asylum?" Sam asks for further detail.

"Uhhh... Here, Erie Asylum for the Mentally Insane. And it's here in Pennsylvania." Dean points out.

"Of course it's in Pennsylvania you dumbass, why the hell would 'Pennsylvania Daily' write about it if it wasn't?" I roll my eyes at Dean. Seriously, my eyes have to be in the best shape, I do at least 286 eye rolls a day. 

"I think before we jump right into anything, we should do some more research about the background of this asylum." Sam suggests.

"Good idea." Dean and I say in unison. Sam pulls his laptop out of his bag and gets on the job. 

"Uhhh, I don't really have a laptop anymore since when I fell into that barrel of water at the hotel which we nearly burned down before, my laptop was in my backpack and it got soaked through." I tell the boys. 

"OK, well then come over here and help me out." Sam beckons for me to come to his computer. After nearly 20 minutes of searching every page we can, we don't seem to be able to gain any access to pages about the history of the asylum. There was one police department page which had a specific date at the bottom right corner reading: 11/04/2005.

"There has to be a way we can get this file. You need special login access." I frown at the computer screen. 

"The state police department isn't so far from here," Sam says, pulling up a map, "just a 10 minute drive and around 20 minutes of a walk." 

"I have an idea. I'm gonna apply for a job at the police department." Dean says suddenly. Sam and I turn around and give him a confused look. 

"W-What, wait Dean I think we should consider the other options before we make any big decisions." I try to slow Dean down.

"Don't worry I've got a plan, and before you open your little bitch mouth Sam, let me explain; so I will try to apply for a job at the department right, and I will simply get the file with the marked date that you found on the website and then get myself fired and we'll know the background to the asylum's story." Dean smiles.

"That actually sounds quite smart for you Dean, but how will you just get a job and then get yourself fired as soon as you have a file of paper?" I raise an eyebrow at him. 

"I know what I'm gonna do, now lets go." Dean grabs the car keys off the coffee table and heads out the door.

Will Dean's plan work? You'll have to see later on....