Asylum

Chapter 10

Wakefield Asylum, Present Day

The teens were still searching for information on the malevolent spirits that were haunting the old asylum. "So, back in the day patients were submitted to forced lobotomies and God knows what else." Dylan stated.

Riley furrowed her eyebrows while sitting on the floor with the old journal. "According to Fitzgerald, lobotomies weren't allowed in any institution and every single treatment had to be approved by the director." She flipped some pages and ran her index finger through the page. "Howard Barden was the director at the time of the fire."

Quentin grabbed a folder and pulled out one of the papers. "It says here that he signed all the permissions for the lobotomies but only to the criminal insane ward." He informed the group.

"Mother always told me that the hardcore mental patients started the fire." Cassie said while filing her nails. "Maybe the lobotomies made them even more violent and they torched this place."

Faith nodded in agreement. "It makes sense. I mean, they were the only patients subjected to those cruel procedures."

"Besides, lobotomies were always unpredictable even to this day." Riley chimed in.

"There are records of people who woke up from a lobotomy with memory loss, anger issues and some didn't even wake up." Dylan added.

Quentin shook his head in frustration. "This still doesn't tell us jack!" He sighed. "What do these ghosts want from us?"

"Justice." The five teens heard a voice from behind them and turned around, only to see the ghost of Clarissa Fitzgerald. "A lot of good people died because of the mistakes some doctors made. It wasn't fair!"

Quentin positioned himself in front of his friends. "Two innocent people died tonight. That isn't fair either!" He said in anger.

Clarissa looked at the group, her big green eyes filled with sorrow. "I wanted to save your friends but angry spirits are more powerful than me. They feed on fear and terror." The young woman explained. "You remind me of Fitz and myself. We were fearless and thought we could survive everything together." Her expression turned into sadness. "But we were just two young people living in a cruel world. You have one chance to survive tonight but it all depends on you."

Faith grabbed Quentin's arm. "What do we have to do?" The brunette asked.

"I kept a lock of my daughter's hair inside a locket." Clarissa informed them. "I died with it inside my pocket. Find my body and burn it." She looked around the basement in fear. "The devil is near and only you can save us." She disappeared again.

Dylan grabbed the flashlight and pointed it to his pale face. "I guess we're hunting a dead body." He smirked.

Quentin grabbed Dylan by the collar of his shirt. "We're not going anywhere until we get real answers!" He shouted.

Riley and Faith pulled the angry teen away from the black haired boy while Cassie watched in amusement. "Q, this is the time to stick together!" Riley yelled. "The spirits want us to fight so they can finish what they started."

Cassie stepped closer to the group. "I think they're going to finish it now!" She pointed to something that was behind the group.

They turned around and noticed three nurses with burnt skin and blood all over their hands. "What the fuck?!" Quentin widened his eyes in shock and fear.

"It walks among us and makes us die over and over again." One of the nurses stated.

Another nurse held a pair of sharp scissors and looked at the group as if she was a hunter ready to kill her prey. "Now it's your turn to suffer!" She exclaimed before cutting Faith's arm.

Faith was able to kick the nurse and the five teens escaped through a door that accessed the boiler room. Quentin and Dylan locked the door and they heard the nurses screaming from pain. "How are you feeling?" Quentin asked his girlfriend.

The brunette nodded. "It hurts but I'll live." She chuckled, trying to stay strong.

Quentin took off his flannel shirt and ripped one of the sleeves to stop Faith's bleeding. "Here." Faith winced from the pain but let her boyfriend wrap the sleeve around her arm. 

"Thank you." She whispered while leaning against his chest.

Riley glanced around the boiler room while Cassie simply yawned. "What do we do now?" She asked with no emotion.

Dylan sighed. "Now we make sure those fugly nurses are gone." He replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Why wasn't the basement damaged like the entire asylum?" Riley asked out of the blue. "Every piece of information we needed was conveniently handed to us on a silver platter. If the vengeful spirits didn't want us to be here, we wouldn't." Her eyebrows were closely knitted together. "Conveniently, all of the ghosts let us come here and search for every clue we needed to find out about Clarissa, Fitzgerald and the lobotomies."

Cassie sighed. "Your point...?" She rolled her eyes.

Riley shook her head. "My point is that this was all too easy. In horror movies, it means we are reaching the climax. The big battle between the villain and the survivor girl."

"You are smart!" A deep voice was heard from behind Quentin, making the teens shake from fear. Could Riley be right? Nothing is this easy...