Tortured screams of the isolated, mentally unstable minors,
echo through the dim halls of the asylum. The lights flicker, casting shadows along the cracked tiles, crumbling walls and rusted gurneys. The gurneys have created a sort of obstacle course as they lay, knocked over or randomly strewn about along the halls. Other than the occasional spider or rat that goes skittering across the halls, melding with the shadows, it is eerily empty. All the doors to the patients' rooms are shut and locked, muffling the screams and cries that come, so persistently, from behind them. The intercom crackles, static hissing through the speakers. Then it's silent. Everything is quiet, like someone hit a mute button. All of the patients have have gone completely silent, not even the slightest breath being heard from behind their foreboding steel doors. Then comes the whispering. Incomprehensible little voices that seem to come from nowhere and everywhere, all at once. Then without warning, all of the lights go dead, plunging you into complete darkness. The whispering intensifies, turning into chanting. "Kill the differences! Terminate the freaks! Make us one and all the same!" The voice chants, over and over, sounding distorted, as if multiple people are speaking in different tones, overlapping each other. Laughing joins the fray of noises, a creepy, child like sound that only loudens as you whip your head around, turning in a slow circle as you try desperately to find the source of this torment. The chanting gets louder, the laugh melting into the background as your attempts to see something, anything, is greeted by the empty blackness of the void. Suddenly, pain rips through your head, causing spots to swim in your blacked out vision. You crumple to your knees, head bowed as you grip your head in agony. "Get out!!! Get away from me!" you scream, closing your eyes tight as your fingernails dig into your scalp. You open your eyes as it goes silent again, finding that the lights have come back on, Illuminating the halls in a pale yellow glow. You look up, eyes widening in shock and fear as you notice a glistening crimson puddle expanding towards you. Blood. You scream, staggering to your feet and falling back, away from the blood, but as soon as you blink, it disappears. You are standing frozen in the middle of the hallway, breathing heavily as you look around, scared and confused. A women appears, standing in front of you as you seem physically unable to move. Her skin is pale as snow, her hair jet black and falling to her waist in soft curls. Her eyes are emerald green and she is wearing a long crimson gown. "You think you can escape this little one? You are sadly mistaken. We will make your last moments painful and long," she purrs, her voice silky and enchanting. She then places her hands on your cheeks and your eyes roll back in your head as you crumple to the ground.
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Then you wake up. You are laying on the floor of a small, dim room, straightjacket cinched too tight and the door shut and locked from the outside. Just like always. You sigh and close your eyes again, waiting for your day of torture to begin, at the Westfield Asylum.
