The Asylum

All But One

Chapter 2: -Ricks POV-

"What was that?" Andy asked.

"I don't know Andy, but maybe its just our imagination because there shouldn't be anybody here not even that person that "killed" the other people. He should have been died by now from starvation or old age." I said. "But let's just ignore it and keep going."

We looked around the room some more just to see if we could fine anything else in this room.

We walked around and we only found two worn out mattresses that were torn in the same spot which I that was weird. Mark got into that and he felt it. He said they were torn by hands, not a sharp object.

"Who would be able to tear up a mattress with only their hands?" Asked Joe.

Andy smacked his face. He walked up to one of the mattresses and torn a hole in it.

"Oh. Well if you can tear it then I guess anyone can." Joe said walking up to the other mattresses to tear it.

He grabbed two sides if the mattresses to rip it, but he failed because he got a cramp in his left arm.

We all laughed at him. I walked up to him and patted his back.

"Way to go 'Mr. Strong'."

He turned red, but he knew it was funny because after a while he had laughed.

We had walked out of the room we were in to see if we could find anything else.

We ended up finding other rooms with pictures of their family on the floor all dusty, but there wasn't anything else inside of them.

We were about to walk downstairs, but we heard a door creak open.

"Oooh guys it's the 'crazy persons ghost'." said Joe.

He laughed and we laughed too because why would there really be a ghost here.

We walked into the room that was just opened. Andy walked in front of the camera which Mark had and made a face that showed he was "scared." It was a very quite ugly face too.

We walked into the room a found that this room wasn't like the other rooms we were in. This room had different things inside.

On the floor we found a note.

"Note to self #6:

I'm NOT going crazy! I've only been here for 12 days and I've been taking pills since day 5 because I was going 'crazy' which isn't true, I'm fine! And there isn't wrong with me! My wife and my kids don't even care it seems like because the workers here said they could come after the day they brought me, they never came. Once a week we got to call our family or someone you want and I called them, but they were 'too busy' to even pick up the phone so ever since day 2 I've called and not once have I got an answer or a call from them. Maybe they just put me here to get rid of me...... Well time for my pills."

-Ray

"Well I think that Ray is the crazy person that did this to all the people here." I said. "Maybe he didn't even realize he was going crazy. But hey look here's a picture of him and it looks like it was cut out of a newspaper."

The picture wasn't like the other pictures we found. It didn't have his family on it, it was a picture of a guy with big crazy eyes. I had a feeling this was the guy.

"Hey? What's that?" Mark asked.

"It looks like scratch marks with dried up blood." Andy said walking over to it.

He had lifted up his hand to touch it.

"Yeah. This is definitely scratch marks and dry blood. Ray must have done this, he probably went crazy and scratch the shit out of the wall for no reason."

We looked around some more to at least find something's that would either help us find out more who Ray is or anything about the killing.

"CRUNCH!"

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"Sorry I stepped on some old paper. Wait! Its a old newspaper." Joe said.

"Well pick it up." I said.

"Mhmm it's from October 8, 1995."

"That's the year this place closed down." I said. "What's the title?"

"Um, North Wales Hospital, also known as Denbigh Asylum has been closed because of a patient went crazy and killed the workers and the other patients. Oh, and his name is." Joe stopped talking.

"Joe? what's his name?" I asked.

"Ray. Ray Roger, and look his picture is cut out." Joe looked up at me. "Do you still have the picture Rick?"

"Yeah." I put my hand in my coat packet and pulled out the picture. "It's a perfect fit. This is the guy that killed everyone here."

"Well what do we do?" Joe asked looking around. "What if Ray Roger is still here? Are we going to leave?"

"Hell no. This is the most fun I ever had and I'm not going to let Ray get in my way." Andy said.

"I don't want to go either. Mark said.

"Nor do I" I said.

"Well its three to a one vote and that means we are staying." Andy said.

"That's fine, I don't want to go anyways." Joe said.

"This room is creepy, but I really don't wanna go, no matter how scared I am."