Welcome to Raspy Asylum

Chapter 8

(Your POV)

" Nothing, everything's alright, sorry about that, just a bumped into a door too hard. Continue with your shift."

The voice was definitely mine, but it didn't sound natural. It was choppy, as if someone had taken words that I've said and placed them together to form the sentence. It doesn't matter how they did it, I need to find out who and why. Travis' voice spoken over the walkie talkie again,

"Alright, if you say so..." he stammered, you could hear the doubt in his voice, he could clearly tell that the voice was mine but something was off. I wanted to cry out but for some reason my mouth remained shut. I did the only thing I could do, I reached out to try and grab the walkie talkie.

My fingers were brushing the edge of the walkie before I heard a sinister laugh echo throughout the hallway, freezing me in fear. I made one last attempt to reach out for my walkie when my wrist was stepped on by a black boot, not hard enough to crush my wrist but enough to cause some discomfort. I winced from the slight pain.

"What do you think you're trying to do?" a man's distorted voice spoke out with a chuckle. I looked up at the man and wanted to scream. His hair was a sickening green, he had blood dripping from his neck, and his eyes would occasionally flicker from black to the ocean blue they were. We made eye contact and he giggled again.

" Who knew it would be this easy to get you where we need you, he's going to be so happy with me!"

"Who is going to be happy with you?" I asked him with fear shining through my eyes. The man ignored my question but he did step off my wrist and grabbed the walkie. I shot my arm close to my body and cradled it. "What's your name?" I asked him, hoping to get a reply this time.

"Why my name is.."

"ANTI!" Another voice interrupted the man now known as Anti's sentence. His head shot to the right to look at the other voice, their footsteps coming towards both of us in a fast pace. Anti snarled,

"I guess he won't be happy with me now." and dissipated into thin air. I heard the door click and it creaked open slightly but I didn't dare approach the opening, whoever was storming towards me was able to scare away that demon then what was going to happen to me. The footsteps got closer and closer until Travis appeared in front of the now opened cell. He was panting in exhaustion and had the look of relief when he saw me.

"My god," He took a breath, " I thought I was too late." he took another breath before collapsing onto the floor. I quickly rushed over to him to see he was still awake. He seemed to have a difficulty breathing and was reaching for something in his pocket. His hands were shaking and he was having a troubling time reaching for whatever was in his pocket. I quickly took action and pulled the item out of his pocket which happened to be an inhaler. I realized what was happening and quickly put the inhaler between his lips. He took control and grabbed the inhaler and used it. I sat with him on the floor as his breathing became more natural and steady.

He started to stand up. " Are you sure you should be moving?" I asked him, still worried after the events that just unfolded. He looked over at me,

"Yeah, I should be fine, I'll just head down to the nursery and lay down for a bit." He said in a hushed tone. He staggered towards the exit to hall C and I stood up and followed him out.

It was a silent walk down to the nursery besides the occasional squeak of the old building shifting in the low breeze outside. My mind was buzzing about the events that just unfolded. What would that man, no, thing want from me, who was he referring to when he stated HE would be happy with him, and how in the world did Travis know his name? It was impossible to think that the man was the ghost of one of the people in that hall, but what other explanation would there be to it, for all I know I could've been shoved into his cell. I'll have to check that out with Jasmine during the day, I was too shaken to even go near that hallway again.

We made it to the nursery and Travis laid down while I pulled out a chair for myself to sit down. We sat there in blissful silence before I decided to speak up.

"I have a lot of questions for you." Travis looked over at me with an unreadable expression,

"I'm sure you do."