Wickendale

Chapter 3

~~The Next Morning~~

--Kat's POV--

Harry and I go down to breakfast. Getting the same goop as yesterday, I sit down by Non, Al, and a few others, Harry following.

"Attention everyone!" A nurse says. "An unfortunate event occurred last night. Brad Hockerin, patient 14601, was found dead in his room. May we have a moment of silence for the memory of Mr. Hockerin."

Dead silence for the rest of breakfast.

Crazy Al stands on the table.

"THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED!" He yells. "I'M NOT REALLY INSANE. I'VE BEEN SEEING GHOSTS FOR FIFTY YEARS. WHEN I SAID THAT THEY'RE BACK, IT MEANT GHOSTS WILL COME. WE ARE IN DANGER-" Nurses pull him down and take him to his room. "I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!"

Non frowns. "I don't think he's lying. This insane asylum doesn't seem right. I mean, they don't even test you! Oh you're insane? Here's a straightjacket and a mattress-lined room! I mean, it's just weird. What if they're the insane ones?"

"Non, you're brilliant! That was the smartest thing you've ever said!" I smile.

"Well, I'm not a monkey, for Pete's sake." She gets up and dumps her tray.

Harry pipes up, "When is our sentence up?"

"It isn't," I say lowly. "And that's why we're breaking out."

We gather Crazy Al and Old Non, telling them to collect the bravest and most clever patients. They come back with Juan, a guy in his fifties that's really strong, and Elka, a woman who is probably as smart as Einstein.

"Are you all willing to do this?" I ask.

"Yeah," They assure me in unison.

"You two have the longer lives ahead of you," Al says.

"And a love life," Non giggles.

Harry smirks, and I just roll my eyes.

"Tonight. Midnight. Cell 4. Okay?"

"Okay."

--Midnight--

--Harry's POV--

Kat and I walk hand in hand to the abandoned cell we were in last night, cell 4. We see Non and Al are already there, and now we just have to wait for Juan and Elka. The hallway lights were dim to begin with, but it just made the cell sit in complete darkness. Finally the other two get there.

Al opens his mouth to speak, but blood pours out. His eyes fall out of his skull and his skin droops. Bones stick out from his skin, and that little girl appears next to him.

I lose it.

I grab Kat's hand and run down the hallway, lights turning off one by one after we pass them.

You know in those horror movies, where it sounds sort of like giggling high pitched chatter? Yeah, something making that noise was following us. Kat and I find the enterance to the asylum.

"I've never found that before," Kat breathes.

"I don't think anyone has," I say, pulling her towards the door.

"The lock is at the top of the door," I whisper. "You're going to stand on my shoulders and take the bolt out of the slot. Then we can get out."

Kat nods, and I hoist her up. We're in the shadows, so if anyone walks past they won't see us, but we'll see them.

Kat whispers, "It's open," and I help her down. We open the door and step outside.

"Harry," Kat says, her voice quivering.

"I don't know how either."

The cars are all old, rusted and falling apart.

The nurses are ghosts.

--Simon Cowell's POV--

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Harry Styles is innocent."

"The insane asylum he was sent to is all the way by the border!"

"What insane asylum?"

"The one we sent him to," I say.

"That place closed down in the '50s. People say it's haunted."

"B-But, patients are in there! I saw them!"

"They fell into the same trap Harry did."

"We have to get him."

"Simon-"

"We lost the other four boys, Paul. Do you want to lose Harry, now, too?"

"No."

"Then grab your jacket, we're going to bust him out of there."

--The Ghost's POV--

I search the whole asylum for the boy and the girl but they are nowhere to be found. The spell I put on the enterance hides it, so there's no way that they're outside.

The cars wouldn't work anyways.

I walk into a room with the word "PSYCHOTHERAPY" above the bed, a body strapped to it. I jump into it, possessing it.

Breaking the restraints, I walk into the hallway, acting natural.

"GET OUT OF ME!" The patient internally screams.

"I'm getting you out of here so I can track someone down. I can't do it in spirit form," I reply.

"Don't hurt me," The patient whines.

"Don't complain and I'll consider it."

I unlock all the cells and run towards the front door. The bolt rises up and slides into place, like every time someone leav- wait, what?

Someone left?

How?

No one has left in years. Decades.

I can't reach the danged lock..

Who left?

The boy and girl?

It has to be.

I run to a nurse and wrap my hands around her throat, choking her. She might be a ghost, but that doesnt't mean I can't kill her spirit. I posses her body at the same time of the one I'm in, and I lift myself up. I'm a few inches away.

Damn.

I have to get out.

My spirit is trapped in here unless I use a body, so don't try telling me to walk through the walls.

I pace back and forth, thinking of what to do when a knife plunges into my arm and I see the face of Nonnible Trestock.

I swing my other arm at her but miss.

"OW! GET THE KNIFE OUT OF MY ARM!" The patient thinks.

"Let me defend you first," I snap.

Nonnible stabs my heart, and I feel myself fall to the ground. I'm unable to escape the body for some reason, so I can't move.

Nonnible cuts off my legs, grimacing, and stares at me.

"I'm avenging Al, you sick excuse for a soul."

She dashes away.

Old Non just helped the two teenagers.

And she was my best friend in the '30s...