Locked In

Chapter 2

Scarlett's POV

"Why did all the lights turn off?!" Jennie shrieked a little. "Maybe the bulbs are old, right Mr. Anyle?" In the complete darkness we can see his fear plastered on his face. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," there was distant laughter coming from outside the door. "What the hell was that?!" I whisper-shouted.

Mr.Anyle sighed. He shoved his hands into his pockets to check if something is there. He took out a silver key from his pocket and unlocked the door. "You girls stay here, I'll be right back." He ran through the door and closed it again. The old chandelier managed to turn on again.

"So what now?" Khloe asks me and Jennie. "I'm seriously having second thoughts about this place," I said, definitely freaked out by the situation and the whole vibe of this place. Not long after Mr. Anyle went back. "Okay so let me give you a tour of this place."

Mr. Anyle is in front of us, I'm behind him and Khloe and Jennie is right behind me. The hallways only had one single light source which was an old light bulb that looks like from the 1900s. "This is her first cell," Mr. Anyle showed us the cell. It was a typical cell with bars and a lock.

Only, there was 'ha, ha, ha' written in the walls with blood. "We didn't think she was that insane. So we kept her here. But, one faithful day, I had an acquaintance named Greg. He was watching over her, and Raven was sulking in the corner." Mr. Anyle paused for a while and eventually continued.

"So Greg asked her what's going on and she turned her head around and she was crying tears of blood. Her eyelid was slit. She took a metal fork and stabbed Greg's neck. I was near there so I called backup. We injected her with some sleeping medicine and she slept. A doctor sewed her eyelid back together and she was transferred to another cell." My mouth were wide open. "What happened to Greg?" Khloe asked while hugging her bag.

"He got some stitches, and he went to rehabilitation. He was the first guard to quit this place." We continued walking down the dark hallway. Beside her cell is another room with doctor's utensils. "This is where she got her eyelid sewn." It looked creepy. There was more writing in blood. Stick a needle through my eye, stick a needle one more time, stick a needle through my eye, stick a needle you will die.

That gave all of us chills. "While her eyelid was being sewn, she managed to regain her consciousness, find a knife and stab one of the nurses with it. But then we injected her with the sleeping medicine again." Mr.Anyle told us. "The writing?" Jennie asks. "When we left her alone, she sleep walked and cut herself, took her own blood and wrote that."

Oh my gosh. "All that when she's asleep?!" Khloe freaked. Mr. Anyle nodded. Raven was completely insane, I'm quite surprised she's not in rehab or something, like Greg. Thank god this prison is strong enough to hold her, or we'd all be dead.

"Let's continue walking," Mr. Anyle said, sounding creeped. He checked the time on his watch, "It's 9:50, I should feed Raven by now."

Mr. Anyle pulled a pack of biscuits from his pocket and kept it in his hand. I could notice sweat dripping down his arm. Walking up to a fairly large, metal room, Mr. Anyle started shivering, what was going on? This side of a prison is similar to a hotel, many cells connected and there's a small rectangular box in the front with a sliding door, just like a mailbox in front of the hotel door. The box popped out and was made of very thick glass. The door could slide open. When we all came closer, I realised there were two doors, one from outside and one from the inside.

Mr. Anyle slid open the front door of the box and placed the pack of biscuits inside the box. Once he was almost about to close the door, the door from the other side slid open so quickly, I couldn't notice and the hand was so swift, passing through air as if it was nothing. It didn't seem normal, something supernatural. The hand didn't even look like a hand. It was sharp at the edges, and something gray surrounded it, similar the the exterior of the prison. The prison had sharp edges and gray clouds surrounded it. The hand was also similar to the tip of a paintbrush. It could move to any shape, and yet the tip still stays sharp.

"Is this what happens everyday?" Jennie asked, while pointing at the glass box. "I guess so. Sometimes she does it differently, just to play with my mind and go nuts. I know it's just a hand but, Raven is just a little girl, she used to be a sweet girl, one of my old students. I don't know what happened, it's as if she got this magic power and can do whatever she likes. She used that magic power to do bad, not good. I don't know her full story, so what I just told you was the tip of the iceberg," explained Mr. Anyle with drops of sweat running down his forehead.

"How could you not know what happened? And what do you mean by she was your student? No student could be that crazy!" I said at him. Once I finished saying that sentence, Mr. Anyle looked worried, sad, scared all at once.

"Okay, I'll tell you."