Campbells Mental Asylum

Chapter 1;Day 1:First occurrence

October 4,1986

The story begins at the front door of Cameron Campbells Mental Asylum.
I was a young red head with eyes as green as the forest surrounding sleepy peaks peak.My hair was long and ran down past my waist.
Today, I started my first shift as a caretaker. My shift starts at its usual hour 5pm to 5AM on weekends.
My job was to watch over Daniel and a few other kids as they slept and to make sure that they took their medicine.

"What a night. "  I thought to myself as I put one of the children back to sleep.

"Have nice dreams and wake up early for breakfast. " I whispered to her.
After she fell asleep I made my way to the washroom to wash some blankets and sheets for the new arrivals in the morning.About 10 minutes into loading the dryer it got cold and deathly silent. After loading the dryer and starting it I made my way to the thermostat to adjust the temperature before any of the children could catch a cold.Looking at the grandfather clock in the living space I noticed it stopped at 3:10AM. Assuming it broke I ignored it and continued walking to the dormitories. This place was beautiful but a little creepy at night. Something about it is new and kind of scary, but knowing I had anxiety I ignored it. I finish my way up the stairs to find Daniel standing at the end of the hallway,rocking back and forth, knocking his head on the wall. It wasn't intense but I knew it could leave a knot and being his caretaker I didn't want to be accused of child abuse so, I kneeled down beside him, placing my hand between his head and the wall and pushed slowly so he would stop hitting his head.
"Come on Daniel, let's go back to bed. "
He nodded and we slowly made our way to his room. It wasn't like any other child's room. It was blank. All there was, was a bed, a lamp, a small folder, a bedside table, and his violin.
I was a respectful person so I didn't go through his things. I tucked him back in and turned off his light.

Silently making my way back down to the basement to finish the laundry I noticed that a box of crayons we're scattered all over the floor. 
It was odd, cause I was there not even 10 minutes ago but, being me I ignored it and just picked them back up. After finishing maintenance I continued down the stairs to the laundry room. Once I walked in; the laundry I folded was scattered across the floor. The only thing I thought was "How Odd. "
It took me about 10 minutes to dust them off and refold them. I took out the laundry from the dryer and folded that too while I put all the sheets in a basket to take to the closet which is on the second floor where all the dormitories are located. Once I got back up the stairs to the living space the same box of crayons we're scattered across the floor and Daniel was sitting down in one of the chairs sobbing, covered in dust,with a bloody nose.

I dropped everything and ran over to him, wiping his nose with one of the towels and dusting him off.
I kept asking him"what happened? " And "what's wrong? "
He continued to sob. Picking up the 10 year old, him wrapping his arms around my neck, I made my way back to his room and helped him back into bed.
He sat up in bed still hugging me.
All I could do was ask
"What happened. "
But after I asked that one question he stopped sobbing and went dead quiet.
He got cold, very cold. He looked me in the eyes. His blue eyes looked dead.
And whispered " The darkness within never leaves"
And slowly went back to sleep.
Tucking him in I went back downstairs, to clean up the same mess and to continue my journey to that closet. I couldn't help but think of the same words. They never left my head. He said it so deep and groggy. It scared me a little bit but this was a mental asylum so I couldn't really blame him for saying things like that.
Passing the patient background room I put the blankets away and grabbed some bleach so I can wash the blood out of the rag I used to clean his nose.
Once I finished I looked at the electric clock on the wall and it read the same time as the grandfather clock.
"How am I supposed to know what time it is?!? "I yelled silently.
Out of nowhere the phone started to ring scaring me so much I fell back.
I quickly got up, dusted myself off, and answered the phone.
" H-hello? " I asked.
"Mom? When are you coming home? "
I sighed in relief knowing it was my sweet boy David.
"Davey, I'll be home at 6 in the morning. "" Go back to sleep you have boy Scouts in the morning. "
He responded with "mhmm, I love you"
Smiling knowing my 9 year old is okay we exchanged goodbyes and I love yous before I hung up.

Once I hung up I couldn't help but shed a tear.
Ever since Davids father left we went through rough ground.
David's a smart kid but it hurt knowing he has to live the way we live. I hated that he had to grow up without nice things but, damn I loved this kid and I wouldn't hesitate to harm a being if they hurt him. He's all I have left, but I hope working in this asylum will change everything for us.

What felt like 2 hours later a nurse walked in and I got to go home.
Once I got to the house Davey was just waking up. He yawned with his beautiful red hair everywhere.
I gave him a hug and told him to get ready for scouts.
"Okay." He responded sleepily.
As he gets ready I walk to my room to put on my pajamas and my bunny slippers. "I'M READY!! "
I walk out to see him in his scout uniform smiling brighter than the sun. I smile and fluff his red hair.
"Okay come on nature kid let's go. "

That concludes of day 1 this is only the beginning. The beginning of these events.