The Asylum

Whats That?

Chapter 3:

-Ricks POV-

"I don't see what's so scary about this place. It's a really nice place. I like it, if it wasn't old, abandoned and wasn't a mental place I'd like to live in this place." Joe said.

"Yeah, I would also if it wasn't all of the things you said. It be pretty neat place to have a party at." Mark said. "It be pretty cool, having tons of people over, have the best party ever. I mean like having girls over and just man, having the best time of our lives." .

"That would pretty damn cool, but we can't. It's like what Joe said, it's old, abandoned and a mental institution." Andy said.

"Guys we should really look around to find more things about Ray or about this place. We just can't talk about parties and about having a fun time." I said. "I mean like it would be pretty cool to have a party here, but we should get a move on because I have a feeling that someone's watching us."

I had gotten the chills moments after I said that, I knew someone was watching us, but the guys didn't want to believe me and then they finally agreed that we should get a move on and stop talking about how the party, but they kept talking about it so I was forced to stay and listen. After ten minutes after I said let's go and we left.

We looked around the room some more , but we didn't find anything beside that note we found and the newspaper.

"Hey guys, do you think Ray is still here?" Joe asked.

"Maybe, but no on really knows what's really up so let's just go." Andy said.

Joe has been kinda a strange kid ever since we met him I'm Pre-school, he's always been this kid that's almost afraid of everything and when we first met him in Pre-school he was the quietest kid and the most afraid kid we had ever known.

-flashback-

On the first day of pre-school I wore my new little sneakers, with blue jeans and a green shirt with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it. I walked into Mrs. Hays and saw the colorful room. Bright colors were all over the walls, like someone just threw the paint on the walls, but it was pretty. The ceilings had pictures of cute little animals on a round piece of paper and it was with the alphabet.

There was numbers on the wall with different things that went with them like one was one apple, two was two balls and it went on and on till ten.

After about five minutes of me looking around the room three other guys walked in. They wore sneakers, blue and gray pants and plain old shirts. They looked like they were friends, but they walked away from each other so I had a feeling they didn't know each other.

The one who wore the orange shirt walked up to me and greeted me.

"Hey, I'm Mark. Who are you?"

"I'm Ryan." I said

Mark and I became best friends after that. Then during play time, the one that wore the blue shirt walked by Mark and I by the sand box and asked if he could play with us. He was Andy.

"Hi, I'm Andy." he said sitting down by Mark and I.

"I'm Ryan." I said grabbing sand and putting it into a bucket.

"I'm Mark."

We played in the sand box which felt like forever, but it really was like only ten minutes. Then we got to have snack and it was just little things, like fruits and veggies.

We noticed the one kid that walked in with Andy and Mark was sitting all alone eating cut up apples and mashed bananas. And we thought he seemed to be lonely so we walked over by him.

"Why are you all alone?" Andy asked.

The kid was silent, he just sat there eating the apples and mashed bananas. We didn't know what to do, but we did sit with him.

"I'm Ryan. I said "Who are you?"

There was mumbles coming from him.

"What?" Mark asked

"I-I'm Joe." he said looking down at his apples.

"Hi Joe. I'm Andy."

"I'm Mark."

"He-hey." Joe said again.

"Why don't you talk much?" Mark asked picking up his carrot.

"I-I don't like to talk." He said almost in a whisper. "And I never have anybody to talk to, but my mom."

"Well you can be are friends." I said smiling.

"Really?" He said looking at the three of us. "you really want me to be your friends?"

"Yeah, you seem like to be a nice kid even though your quiet, we would like you to be our friends." Mark said.

After we had became friends after that first day of pre-school we had done everything together. We all played baseball on the same team, we all went on vacations together and we even played scary pranks on each other.

We never let anyone get in our friendship, and since we didn't have any siblings we always had sleepovers and no one would stop us from having fun watching scary movies, even if Joe was scared.

Now we are seventeen an it's been fifteen-sixteen years since we known

Each other now and------

-flashback ends-

"What was that?" Joe asked.

"Mhm sounded like someone

walking down the halls." Andy said.

"Well I wanna see what's up."Mark said.

We walked out of Ray's room, finally, and we looked all over the hallways but saw nothing.

"Let's go back downstairs." I suggested because we were recently going to down but got stopped from the room opening.

We walked downstairs again and found something interesting that got us very interested in.

"What's that?" Andy asked walking over towards it.

"Mhmm it looks old." Mark said.

Andy had picked it up and observed it.

"This is an old recorder. I wonder if it has something to do with Ray." He said.

We had played the recorder and we had thought it was Ray, but we were wrong.

"Day one,

I've just heard some strange nosies coming from Ray Rodgers room not sure what to say about this. I had walked up to his room to see what's up, without the guard knowing, and there he was rocking back and forth, arms folded, and humming this really creepy song. I didn't think it was a good idea to say anything until he turned his head slowly looking at me with crazy eyes saying 'are you afraid Larry? Are you afraid of me?' he walked up and smacked the doors and yelled 'DONT BE AFRIAD LARRY, DONT BE afraid.'"

The recording had ended there because we heard screams and laughter.

"Screams and laughter?" Joe asked.

"Sound like it. Most likely scream from Larry and laughter from Ray." I said.

We were about to go look around some more, but we had saw something that was unspeakable.

"What the hell is that?" Mark said.