Leslie (The remake)

Chapter Three

I shiver at the tone in which Brax made that name sound. "Leslie?" I asked as we exit his car. "Yup. Age 25. Used to live in Cambridge before they moved him south to here. They said he was usually a quiet one, but would have really terrible meltdowns at times. Those meltdowns were so common and so bad, they moved him into an institute in France for 3 years before taking him back to Chambermaid. We can see where that went." Brax explains as he sets up his video camera, checking the lens and the battery. I nod as I look at the gloomy Victorian building, ignoring the rain falling down.

"Alright. I'm all set up. Ready to get going?" He asks as he looks my way. "Yeah...sure," I say as I hesitantly make my way down the cobblestone path with him. "Are you sure this is a good idea? We have no idea where Leslie could be in this place." I ask, seeing the French doors cracked open. Blood was lightly dotted on the doorknob. "Sure...Just don't throw up though." He says as he takes the courage to open the door.

What we came into was a horrific sight. The waiting room was not at all cleaned up by investigators. Blood, both dried and fresh, covered the walls and most of the surfaces. What made me want to gag was the bodies that lay around the room. Some were in one piece while others had no limbs. Some didn't even have its organs inside its bodies as the intestines were pulled out for display and some without any of their organs at all. Brax pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose and mouth as he filmed the sight in front of him. "Bloody hell, they didn't bother cleaning the place they did the report in?" He complained as he walked around the large waiting room, making sure to film every piece of gore in sight.

I looked around, feeling horrified and sick from all of the blood and its metallic smell punching my senses in the face. I kept my sight on the floor as there weren't as many bodies, all of them hanging off of furniture. I made my way to the main counter when I saw feet in front of me. I looked up and gasped in surprise to see the lifeless eyes of a security guard, his throat slit open and his left ear and nose missing. He was strung by his own small intestines from the ceiling, his head cocked to the side as his dead eyes bore into mine.

A sense of dread started to rise as I shuffled away from the body. As I did, I froze as I saw the words that were written in blood behind him and the desk. "Brax..you need to see this," I call out to Brax as I can hear him come up from behind me. "Well, I'll be. I guess we were expected, weren't we?"He jokes lightly as he films the scene, reading what the message that was left by our mad little friend wrote for us.

"Welcome, my friends! Come play with us!"