Six Nights At The Asylum

(11) Run! (11)

Case's POV:
"Why aren't they coming out?" Trey, one of my friends, asked. I brought three of my friends here because I knew they wanted to see the Asylum.

"I don't know, they never wanted to go in there in the first place. There's no way they could've gotten out." I shrugged. "We locked the door from the outside."

"Maybe they were just scared." Blake smiled.

"I told them I would come back on the sixth night." I gestured at the darkness. "It's night."

"Screw this, I'm going in," said Blake. "Anyone comin' with me?"

"I'll go," I said, sliding the bar lock of the hooks. It took both of us to open the door. A foul, metallic smell flooded the air when we opened it. I wrinkled my nose.

"Justin and I will stay here," said Trey. I looked at Justin; he shrugged.

"Alright, lets go." I grabbed my flashlight and entered the Asylum, Blake following me.

Trey's POV:
I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall.

"I don't know why Case does this stuff," said Justin, shaking his head. "Dares are so boring."

"It's so dumb, I'm gonna tell Case that I'm going home after this. None of that other crazy stuff."

"Me too, but I do want to see their expressions when they exit." He smiled at the thought.

"Which group? Jess's group or Case and Blake?" I asked.

"Both." He chuckled.

Blake's POV:
I followed Case in the asylum. There were red marks by the door, crusted on the ground. That didn't worry me, but when we found the empty room with their sleeping bags and all there things, it did. There was another red mark on one of the sleeping bags.

"That's weird," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"I don't think so, I think they are just trying to prank us," said Case. "Losers." We walked into the hallway. The metallic smell was growing.

"Should we check the closet?" I asked. Case pulled the doors open as an answer. He gagged. "What? What is it?" He moved out of the way and what I saw made me want to hurl.

Leo, Matt, and Mike were all stuffed in there. Definitely dead. Blood had soaked their clothes, crusted and already dried.

"Let's go," said Case. "Now."

"Case, these guys are dead, but what about the other three?" I gestured at the bodies. He slammed the doors closed.

"They aren't my problem," he hissed.

"You got them into this mess, so we're going to get them out of it," I said, just as intense. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it.

"Fine, but-" Case started, but I cut him off with a hand motion. There was muffled crying down the hallway. We walked quietly. Once we reached the end of the hallway, the crying stopped. Case pulled the door open, making sure not to make any sounds. I couldn't help but say something when I saw what was in the room.

"Oh my god." One body was right in front of the door, Layla's. Her hair was spread on the ground and her eyes looking at the ceiling blankly. The other two were laying further into the room. One was Jess, but the other looked like...

"Kay?" Case asked. "What is Kay doing here?"

"That was Jenny," said a voice behind us.